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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Dear Diary,
Well really nothing much has happened since I last wrote. Painful with Uncle and that sums up the past two days.
Hermione xoxoxoxo
"Well, a Mudblood writing in an empty compartment? That does bring some suspicion," a voice sneered. Hermione muttered her invisible spell and the diary disappeared back to her trunk. All Draco could see was some parchment that had on it some Transfiguration notes. But Hermione didn't care about the notes, or the diary, it was Draco. She shrunk into the furthest corners of the room, as Draco took some more steps. But the sort of menace in his eyes and jaw seemed to relax when he saw her so freaked out. He took one last step and Hermione curled into a ball and started whimpering. "P-please.g.get a-away.f-f-from m-m-m-m-me," she stuttered. Draco was surprised. "Oh, but you're at my mercy!" he snarled, not quite so menacingly though. "P-please d-d-don't. I-I'll d-d-d-do any-th-th-thing." Hermione stammered. Draco was shocked. Hmm, anything? Well, a puppy, a kitten, a pony, a respectful father.to name a few. But from Granger? Nah, she wasn't worth it. He spun on his heel and let himself out. Just before he closed the door though he said, "I was only going to ask how your holidays were, honest Granger!" he spoke quietly. Stalking off, Hermione listened to his fading footsteps, relaxing more the further they went. She uncurled herself and closed her eyes and before she knew what was happening tears were streaming down her face. "Hermione! There you.are."Ron said softly. He had seen the girl, but when he saw her crying her didn't think it was the same one. "Oi, Harry! She's in here!" he yelled. "Oh, hi.'Mion.e." Harry responded. Ron picked the brown haired girl up and sat her on his lap. But she pulled away and curled into a ball, frightened of them. Harry cocked an eyebrow, Ron looked plainly shocked. "Uh, 'Mione? You.ok?" Harry said slowly. Hermione burst into a fresh monsoon of tears and Ron muttered something about getting someone and left. Harry tried to comfort her but he was no where near touching her and she shrunk further. Ron returned, Ginny, Lavender, Padma and Parvati in tow, Hermione's friends. The boys left, seeing they were both rejected and the girls took over. Half an hour later, Hermione had calmed down enough to drift off to sleep, the reason for her sadness remained unknown. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Some time later, Dumbledore was introducing a new teacher. "And students, this is Miss Cainbridge. She will be a school counselor. I think some may benefit from this and so we have asked her to come and work with us." The school cheered loudly. "All students who would like appointments can see me, her, Professor McGonagall or another member of staff. Do not be afraid. We all have secrets." With that the feast began. After everyone had finished stuffing their faces the students began going to their dorms in dribs and drabs. Hermione had insisted that she had something to do at the library, everyone just rolled their eyes and continued to go to the common room. Eventually it was just Dumbledore, McGonagall, Cainbridge and Hermione left. Hermione was staring at her food, Cainbridge staring at Hermione and Dumbledore and McGonagall arguing over who the better Quidditch team was. After awhile they grew tired and announced they were retiring to bed. Hermione just sat, unaware she was being watched. When Dumbledore and McGonagall had gone, Cainbridge walked over to Hermione. "Hermione, isn't it?" she asked kindly. Hermione looked up and nodded. "As you know, I'm Miss Cainbridge. And I know nothing about this school. Maybe you would like to talk about it to me sometime?" she offered. Hermione shook her head, not wanting to speak. "Oh, that's a pity. But, Hermione, I have these, how do you say it? Senses. And one is telling me you have a secret, one not wanting to be known by anyone. I can promise you that whatever you say won't go further that me, unless it's life threatening. Please, honey, tell me!" she begged. "Or make an appointment?" Hermione shrugged, "Tomorrow lunch?" Miss Cainbridge asked. Hermione nodded silently and pushed herself up from the table. "Hermione?" she asked softly. Hermione looked at her. "Look, I know it may be hard, but I can help you, I promise, just wait and see. Ok?" Hermione nodded and raced to the doors. Pulling them open she ran as fast as she could. She had no idea where she was and cursed herself for getting lost. Turning around she hit Draco. "W-w-what are y-you d-d-d-doing here?" she asked quietly. "You know, Hermione, I'm not all that bad, if you gave me a chance. I know where you are, let me show you where to go." He grabbed her hand and led her up to her common room. "There. You know, Hermione, you have an appointment tomorrow. And as stupid as it sounds to see a counselor I am seriously thinking of going too." Hermione looked at him. Turning sharply, she plunged into the common room. Harry and Ron were playing chess so she went over and sat beside them. "Who's winning?" she asked. They completely ignored her. "Uh, hi?" she asked quietly, waving her hands in front of them. Ron looked at her, turning red with rage, "Why didn't you tell us?" he asked quietly, but severely. "A-a-a-bout w-w-what?" "Your Uncle and his ways. And this counselor stuff." Harry turned on her. "Friends for six years. Six years! Why wouldn't you tell us?" he said through gritted teeth. "If your Aunt sexually, physically and emotionally abused you, would you tell anyone? Would you? I have had to live with it for over a year! I was scared you would hate me and reject me. I just hate me, my life, everything. I haven't slept at all over summer holidays for two years without him coming in my room and doing it to me. Then he'd beat me! I am seeing the counselor in the morning to try and get my life in some form of order again. You two are probably still virgins and I have been raped, raped for crying out loud, for two summers! I couldn't tell you! I couldn't! Because I was too scared of what he would do to me! It's painful enough without a reason for hurting me! Give me a freaking' break!" she screamed. It was amazing no one came down but then she figured they must have put a sound charm on. The boys looked at her, Ron slightly pink and Harry white. "You could have told us, we could have helped," Ron spoke fiercely. Hermione just sank to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Harry picked her up and placed her on the couch, glaring at Ron. He hugged Hermione and everytime he touched her face, arms, legs or back she flinched.
"Hermione, when you said he beat you did you mean he beat you?" Harry asked softly. Ron was taken aback at Harry's boldness and Hermione nodded. She took off her cloak and rolled up her pants, top and sleeves and pulled down her socks. She rubbed at certain parts of her body and the powder she put on began to wipe off. Harry and Ron gasped as multiple squares of purple, blue and black began to appear over her legs, arms, stomach and back. She even smudged her face and Harry just shuddered when he saw what her 'Uncle' had done. Harry ran up to his room and fetched a bottle of 'No more bruises' a cream he used if Uncle Vernon got rough. Together, he and Ron dabbed some onto all Hermione's bruises. She said there were more near her breasts and further down, indicating what Ron and Harry figured and said she didn't want it there, they could heal themselves. Harry and Ron nodded and when they finished, Hermione rolled down all her clothes, concealing all the nasty lumps of colour. Harry leant into Hermione and stroked her hair, gradually relaxing her until she fell asleep. Silently, carefully and skillfully the boys took Hermione up to her room without being caught. They put her in bed and left her sleeping. They thought no one was awake, but one was. It was Lavender, and she couldn't understand why Hermione had fallen asleep so easily. She would ask in the morning, she hated starting unnecessary gossip. A/N: Review!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Dear Diary,
Well really nothing much has happened since I last wrote. Painful with Uncle and that sums up the past two days.
Hermione xoxoxoxo
"Well, a Mudblood writing in an empty compartment? That does bring some suspicion," a voice sneered. Hermione muttered her invisible spell and the diary disappeared back to her trunk. All Draco could see was some parchment that had on it some Transfiguration notes. But Hermione didn't care about the notes, or the diary, it was Draco. She shrunk into the furthest corners of the room, as Draco took some more steps. But the sort of menace in his eyes and jaw seemed to relax when he saw her so freaked out. He took one last step and Hermione curled into a ball and started whimpering. "P-please.g.get a-away.f-f-from m-m-m-m-me," she stuttered. Draco was surprised. "Oh, but you're at my mercy!" he snarled, not quite so menacingly though. "P-please d-d-don't. I-I'll d-d-d-do any-th-th-thing." Hermione stammered. Draco was shocked. Hmm, anything? Well, a puppy, a kitten, a pony, a respectful father.to name a few. But from Granger? Nah, she wasn't worth it. He spun on his heel and let himself out. Just before he closed the door though he said, "I was only going to ask how your holidays were, honest Granger!" he spoke quietly. Stalking off, Hermione listened to his fading footsteps, relaxing more the further they went. She uncurled herself and closed her eyes and before she knew what was happening tears were streaming down her face. "Hermione! There you.are."Ron said softly. He had seen the girl, but when he saw her crying her didn't think it was the same one. "Oi, Harry! She's in here!" he yelled. "Oh, hi.'Mion.e." Harry responded. Ron picked the brown haired girl up and sat her on his lap. But she pulled away and curled into a ball, frightened of them. Harry cocked an eyebrow, Ron looked plainly shocked. "Uh, 'Mione? You.ok?" Harry said slowly. Hermione burst into a fresh monsoon of tears and Ron muttered something about getting someone and left. Harry tried to comfort her but he was no where near touching her and she shrunk further. Ron returned, Ginny, Lavender, Padma and Parvati in tow, Hermione's friends. The boys left, seeing they were both rejected and the girls took over. Half an hour later, Hermione had calmed down enough to drift off to sleep, the reason for her sadness remained unknown. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Some time later, Dumbledore was introducing a new teacher. "And students, this is Miss Cainbridge. She will be a school counselor. I think some may benefit from this and so we have asked her to come and work with us." The school cheered loudly. "All students who would like appointments can see me, her, Professor McGonagall or another member of staff. Do not be afraid. We all have secrets." With that the feast began. After everyone had finished stuffing their faces the students began going to their dorms in dribs and drabs. Hermione had insisted that she had something to do at the library, everyone just rolled their eyes and continued to go to the common room. Eventually it was just Dumbledore, McGonagall, Cainbridge and Hermione left. Hermione was staring at her food, Cainbridge staring at Hermione and Dumbledore and McGonagall arguing over who the better Quidditch team was. After awhile they grew tired and announced they were retiring to bed. Hermione just sat, unaware she was being watched. When Dumbledore and McGonagall had gone, Cainbridge walked over to Hermione. "Hermione, isn't it?" she asked kindly. Hermione looked up and nodded. "As you know, I'm Miss Cainbridge. And I know nothing about this school. Maybe you would like to talk about it to me sometime?" she offered. Hermione shook her head, not wanting to speak. "Oh, that's a pity. But, Hermione, I have these, how do you say it? Senses. And one is telling me you have a secret, one not wanting to be known by anyone. I can promise you that whatever you say won't go further that me, unless it's life threatening. Please, honey, tell me!" she begged. "Or make an appointment?" Hermione shrugged, "Tomorrow lunch?" Miss Cainbridge asked. Hermione nodded silently and pushed herself up from the table. "Hermione?" she asked softly. Hermione looked at her. "Look, I know it may be hard, but I can help you, I promise, just wait and see. Ok?" Hermione nodded and raced to the doors. Pulling them open she ran as fast as she could. She had no idea where she was and cursed herself for getting lost. Turning around she hit Draco. "W-w-what are y-you d-d-d-doing here?" she asked quietly. "You know, Hermione, I'm not all that bad, if you gave me a chance. I know where you are, let me show you where to go." He grabbed her hand and led her up to her common room. "There. You know, Hermione, you have an appointment tomorrow. And as stupid as it sounds to see a counselor I am seriously thinking of going too." Hermione looked at him. Turning sharply, she plunged into the common room. Harry and Ron were playing chess so she went over and sat beside them. "Who's winning?" she asked. They completely ignored her. "Uh, hi?" she asked quietly, waving her hands in front of them. Ron looked at her, turning red with rage, "Why didn't you tell us?" he asked quietly, but severely. "A-a-a-bout w-w-what?" "Your Uncle and his ways. And this counselor stuff." Harry turned on her. "Friends for six years. Six years! Why wouldn't you tell us?" he said through gritted teeth. "If your Aunt sexually, physically and emotionally abused you, would you tell anyone? Would you? I have had to live with it for over a year! I was scared you would hate me and reject me. I just hate me, my life, everything. I haven't slept at all over summer holidays for two years without him coming in my room and doing it to me. Then he'd beat me! I am seeing the counselor in the morning to try and get my life in some form of order again. You two are probably still virgins and I have been raped, raped for crying out loud, for two summers! I couldn't tell you! I couldn't! Because I was too scared of what he would do to me! It's painful enough without a reason for hurting me! Give me a freaking' break!" she screamed. It was amazing no one came down but then she figured they must have put a sound charm on. The boys looked at her, Ron slightly pink and Harry white. "You could have told us, we could have helped," Ron spoke fiercely. Hermione just sank to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Harry picked her up and placed her on the couch, glaring at Ron. He hugged Hermione and everytime he touched her face, arms, legs or back she flinched.
"Hermione, when you said he beat you did you mean he beat you?" Harry asked softly. Ron was taken aback at Harry's boldness and Hermione nodded. She took off her cloak and rolled up her pants, top and sleeves and pulled down her socks. She rubbed at certain parts of her body and the powder she put on began to wipe off. Harry and Ron gasped as multiple squares of purple, blue and black began to appear over her legs, arms, stomach and back. She even smudged her face and Harry just shuddered when he saw what her 'Uncle' had done. Harry ran up to his room and fetched a bottle of 'No more bruises' a cream he used if Uncle Vernon got rough. Together, he and Ron dabbed some onto all Hermione's bruises. She said there were more near her breasts and further down, indicating what Ron and Harry figured and said she didn't want it there, they could heal themselves. Harry and Ron nodded and when they finished, Hermione rolled down all her clothes, concealing all the nasty lumps of colour. Harry leant into Hermione and stroked her hair, gradually relaxing her until she fell asleep. Silently, carefully and skillfully the boys took Hermione up to her room without being caught. They put her in bed and left her sleeping. They thought no one was awake, but one was. It was Lavender, and she couldn't understand why Hermione had fallen asleep so easily. She would ask in the morning, she hated starting unnecessary gossip. A/N: Review!