Hey peeps, I'm goin on holiday in like one hour and I'v been really busy packing and stuff so I haven't had that much time to write, this chapter is way shorter than I wanted it but I thought a short chap is better than no chap so here we go.

Me no own harry potter.

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Hermione woke to find herself laying face down on her tear soaked pillow. She was fully clothed and her hand were in her matted hair. Her throte was dry and sore. Her shouldes and back ached like hell and her eyes were stinging. She got out of bed and checked her reflection. Her eyes were swollen and puffy and her hair was a mess but she could sort that out. She lifted her head slightly and noticed a small mark on her neck where Snape had… She closed her eyes and flinched at the memory. She stripped off her robes and went in to the bathroom to have a shower. As the water fell on to her back she noticed two little bruises on her wrists where Snape had held her hands to her sides.

Hemione got out of the shower and quickly dried her hair. She sat down at her vainity and pulled out a box of make up rummaging through it until she found what she wanted. In her hand was a small tube of concealer. Hermione knew there must be a spell to hide bruising but she didn't have the time to go down the the library and research it now. She set about carefully applying the make up to her neck and wrists. She applied make up to her face, her swollen eyes had recovered well, threw on her robes and made her way down to the great hall.

Once she was there she found Harry and Ron and settled down like usual. In fact Hermione was doing a pretty good job at pretending that she was fine, she smiled laughed and joked just like she normally did and neither of her best friends of over six years knew any better.

Across the hall, sat at the slytherin table, was a person that had never even had a civil conversation with her, yet thought he knew exactly what she was feeling.

Draco had seen it all before, the gathering of his mother's friends in the living room, all bright eyed and wide smiles, big laughs. He could see straight through it, he knew that all these women who were pretenting to be so happy and so pleased with life were probably going to go home and have the shit kicked out of them. He hadn't actually seen it happen of course, but as a boy he had studied these women's actions. How their smiles never quite managed to reach their eyes. First of all he noticed it in his own mother. He knew his father was kicking her around, he had heard the screams, he had even seen it sometimes. He noticed that his mother's fake smile, fake laugh, fake happiness was just the same as the women that she had in the living room for afternoon tea every Sunday. He had always been amazed to watch these people, to see how their smiles dropped the second they thought nobody was looking and the way they painted them back on if someone adressed them.

Draco could see it now, in Hermione. For the rest of the day, Draco studied Hermione really hard, looking for tell tale signs of who was doing this to her he looked at how she was with Hary and Ron but she seemed pretty comfortable with them. In fact once potions was over she seemed a lot happier. Draco frowned thinking about the possibilties, she was one complicated girl.

Hermione sat back in her chair and happily listened to Professor Sinistra go on about the stars in astronomy.

It was a Thursday and she had just had her last potions lesson of the week, which meant no Snape until first thing Monday morning when they had double potions. Hermione had kept her head down and as hard as Snape tried he couldn't justify giving her another detention, so for now she was fine. Hermione tried not to think about what would happen on Monday and as a result she was a lot happier.

Friday flew by and soon she was sat in her and Draco's common room curled up on the sofa reading a book. Malfoy was there too, he had a book open in front of him but he had been sat there an hour and he was still on the same page as he was before. He was thinkin, thinking about how he should ask Hermione what was going on, it had occurred to him that actually it was none of his business but somehow he couldn't ignore his disire to get to the bottom of it. He would not let Hermione end up like his mother.

He risked a glance at her and by the sleeves of her robes he noticed that she had two very faint bruises on the sides of her wrists.

'Where did you get those?' Draco asked pointing at her wrists. Hermione panicked, how the hell did she get out of this one? There was no way she could have fallen on both wrists on both sides, she decided to play dumb.

'Golly, I don't know, I must have hit them on my bed in my sleep, during a nightmare or something'

This was a good answer but Draco wasn't satisfied and when he looked again he saw what looked like concealer on the sleeves of his robes. Draco said nothing more. His suspisions had been confermed, something was goin on with Hermione and it was definatley not good.

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