Train

Hermione sat with her friends in the far corner of the compartment. Beside her
sat Harry, and in front of her sat Ron. She kept quiet remembering her uncle's
words; she needed some fresh air and her breathing became shallow, but she did
her best to hide it. Her thoughts stopped as Ron's concerned eyes appeared in
front of her.

"Mione? Mione!" he was shouting at her, Hermione jumped as his face came to
view.

"Yes Ron?" she said in her best "I'm fine" voice. He eyed her suspiciously.

"I asked you how your summer was."

Oh, same old, you know, my fun uncle Ben beat the crap out of me, I then cut
myself over and over again, but don't worry my sleeves cover them all right, and
lets see, he just told me he is going to probable rape me in a month, other than
that, perfect. She thought to herself.

"It was good." She answered out loud.

"How is your uncle?" Harry asked lightly.

"Oh, he's…fine." She waived her hand carelessly in the air.

"But Harry, tell me, I heard you are the new Quidditch captain."

"Yes! This year is going to be the best for Quidditch, you see…" That's when
she stopped listening; great! Quidditch was her lethal weapon. They forgot
about her immediately, talking excitedly about this year's team. Harry and Ron
didn't worry about her, it was normal, they are boys after all. She couldn't
believe she was in her sixth year already. It felt like yesterday when she had
first come to Hogwarts with her parents… damn! It was a curse; Hermione couldn't
think about her parents because thinking of her parents lead her thought to…him.
Looking around; her thoughts was interrupted once again but by Harry this time.

"Hermione! We're almost here! Gosh, where have you been all this time?"

"Oh, Harry, just thinking about this book I read." She hated lying to them, but
that would have to do the trick.

"You and your books." Ron sighed.

"Are you all right? You look so…distant, different in a way."

"I'm fine."

"I'll seriously never understand you."

"Ron, Ron, Ronny… I'm a girl, you'll never understand me." He rolled his eyes.

"Come one, lets get dressed, we're here."

They changed into their robes and moved outside; walking along with all the
other students. She saw many friends, and so she put on her "life is great"
face as she followed the boys. As soon as they were seated Dumbledore began his
welcome speech. Hermione was truly beginning to hate that part of the feast;
not even the food was that worth having to listen to his speeches. Ginny turned
to her in the middle of giggling conversations with Lavender.

"So Mya, heard you had a little romance in the summer." She winked at Hermione.
She felt sick to her stomach. She wasn't very fond of that side of Ginny anymore; the girl
never stopped thinking about boys.Even though Hermione was just like her, still waiting for Prince Charming. unfortunatelyshe was still waiting for him.

"No, Gin, just rumors." Ginny made a "yeah right" face and turned excitedly to
Harry. They made her feel like being sick as they begun to make fuzzy faces to
each other. Hermione played with the food on her plate, she wasn't hungry. She
wondered how long had it been since she actually ate something. After what
seemed like weeks the feast ended and they went to their dormitories. Harry,
Ron, Ginny, Neville, and the rest of their little group of friends stayed in the
common room as she made her way upstairs.

"Hey Mione, stay with us, you can't say you're tired right?"

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." She waived them good night and went upstairs.
Closing the door she sighed; what a day. Sitting on her bed she hugged her teddy
bear. Billy was the only one who had never truly hurt her. He had blood on his
belly, but she didn't care. There had been blood on so many things she owned,
but the thought of cleaning the teddy bear had never crossed her mind because if
she did he wouldn't have her mom's smell. She had given the bear to Hermione on
her fifth birthday. She cried herself to sleep. Thankfully, the girls that
shared the bedroom with her didn't notice her tear stained face.