Okay, to answer some of your most enjoyable reviews. . . ahem. . . You wanted to know why I rushed into the rape scene. Well, the most honest answer I can think of is because I'm lazy. I'll try to make my chapters longer..but I must warn you..I can't promise anything. I start out with good intentions and then…I see something shiny and get distracted. :P SOOOOOOOOO…..next question, I couldn't recall if Draco's eyes were blue or gray. Please forgive me. I shall say cold…gray eyes. LOL. I would rather them be an icy blue..but ya know, I can't help it. SO! In short, I thouroughly appreciate everyone's enthusiasm and/or questions/comments. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I….OWN….NOTHING! If I did I would SO not be doing this..it would be published..in the adult section, of course. :P
Chapter 4
Hermione, finally reaching her house, walked in to find it unusually cold. "Mum?" she called nervously. She looked around for her missing mother, stopping in her bedroom. She noticed a half empty bottle of vodka (A/N: NOT half full! I'm pessimistic!) on her mother's night stand. "Oh, Mum! I told her to lay off the boos!" Hermione said aloud. She noticed a sheet of paper lying on her mother's bed. She hesitantly picked it up, noticing a few red splotches on the paper. Focusing her eyes, she realized they were fingerprints. Oh God! Hermione then focused on the scribbled handwriting that she recognized as her mother's:
Hermione, please forgive me. I'm so sorry to leave you. I can't stand not being with him. I love you.
Your Mum
No! She wouldn't! She couldn't leave me! Hermione then went around the bed to find a most horrifying site. Her mother's cold, pale corpse lying there, in blood. Mrs. Granger had slit her wrists long ways and stabbed herself in the heart, or so it appeared to the frantic Hermione. "Mum! Wake up! You can't leave me! I have no one! No one!" Hermione shouted, but to no avail. ---------------------------------------------------------------
Once again Hermione attended a funeral. This one was worse than the last. There were fewer people there. Most people turned their noses up at suicide cases. She was not surprised to see that it wasn't in the Daily Prophet, for it had nothing to do with magic. Hermione readied her things for school, and having her shopping done, waited in the lonely house until the day she returned. She never even got to tell her parents she was Head Girl.
The day to return arrived. Hermione took a cab to King's Cross. She was early enough to get her own compartment. She got the one closest to the back as she could. Harry and Ron had not arrived yet. She guessed they didn't know about her mum. She wasn't exactly going to send them a letter saying: Hey! Guess what! My mum died! Talk about a cheerful letter. She saw the Weasleys and Harry out her window. She curled up on the seat, resting her chin on her knees. I hope they don't look for me. "This one's empty!" she heard a girl's voice call. Slytherin bitch, Pansy Parkinson stepped in, not even looking at Hermione. "It is not! I'm here! I don't want you in here!" Hermione snapped. Pansy looked at her and rolled her eyes. Pansy plopped down across from Hermione, Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy following close behind. "I thought you said it was empty," Draco said, looking at Hermione, who was already in her robes. "Well, if you think about it, it mostly is," Pansy said, looking at Hermione with distaste. Hermione looked back out the window as the train gave a jerk and began on its way. This was going to be an interesting train ride..
Please Review! Sorry for the odd ending. I'm tired and its like 4am. I'll update soon!
