I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless. but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on


Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cause I'm counting no age
Nah, it couldn't be this
Nah, you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews

"Soulless Prat!" Hermione yelled to no one once she was safely tucked away in her room.

The bastard couldn't find anything better to do than pick on poor defenseless animals. His world must be a sad one. Rolled her shoulders and looked around her room, noticing a letter on her desk that she'd been refusing to open for two or three day's now. It was from Pansy. Sighing, Hermione made her way over to her desk and picked up the envelope gently, holding it a fair way away from herself incase it exploded. Not that Pansy would be able to come up with something like an exploding letter. She tore open the letter and read it, with an indifference she didn't know she had.

'Mudblood,

You BITCH! Don't you dare think you're ever going to take Draco away from me. He's mine! No one would ever touch your filthy body. Watch your back, Mudblood, I'm going to get my revenge one day! I've been with Draco for our hole lifes! You won't get him from me! BITCH.'

Hermione stared down at the letter, laughing at the misspelled words then laughed at herself. That had been the letter she'd been avoiding for day's? She would share the letter with 'The Ferret', but she didn't feel like dealing with him. At least she didn't sign the letter Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy. She laid on her bed and thought about the last few days. Malfoy had tread lightly on the few hours she could truly remember with happiness. Waking up in his arms was... perhaps the worst experience of her life. She'd woken up hour's before he had and tried to untangle herself from him but he held tight and she gave up. He'd been rubbing her back, right on her scar, something that un-nerved her. She hadn't told anyone about the scar, ever. Her parent's knew because they had to help her get the proper medical attention, but that's as far as it went, unless someone wanted to go digging up hospital files. She remembered the accident like it was yesterday. She'd just come home from summer camp one year during her grade school years. She knew something was wrong when she'd stepped into the house. Her mother didn't rush to meet her, her father didn't yell from the den that he'd boughten her a new book. Looking back, Hermione knew she should have known not to go much further into the house.

Flashback

"Mum? Dad?" Hermione yelled down the hall, hoping to get an answer.

When one didn't come she made her way to the kitchen, where her mother would most likely be. There was no sign of her mum, but there was a mess on the floor and drawers were hanging opened. Hermione frowned and started her search again, this time going to the den, hoping her father would be able to explain what was going on. When she reached her destination she found the den much like the kitchen, book's littered the floor and the desk drawers hanging open, papers hanging out of them. She backed up and turned to go to the front door. She was almost there when someone stepped in front of her, out of the coat closet. Who was it? She'd never seen him before.

"Ms. Granger?" the person asked, his voice deep and chilling. "Pleasure for you to join us."

She'd turned to run but fell when she was hit from behind with something, hard. She blacked out and wasn't sure where she was when she woke up. She woke up with someone's arms around her. Their hands were moving up and down her back, almost a caress, if she hadn't felt something sharp barely every pass their hands took. She cringed and stiffened when the movement stopped and the deep voice sounded again.

"Don't say a word or you'll live to regret it."

"Whe..." she started but instantly stopped to scream in pain when a sharp pain sliced through her back.

"What did I say?" the voice demanded after the pain stopped growing.

Hermione stayed silent before breaking into tears, her shoulders shaking and ultimately causing her back more pain. She'd just been sliced open with a knife and the man that did it held her in his arms like she held her teddy bear when she wen to sleep at night. She blacked out from the pain after minutes of silence, hoping that when she woke up it would all be a dream.

End Flashback

When she did wake up it had been hell on earth for her. Hermione remembered that part all to well. She'd opened her eyes to find her parents looking at her from the side of the bed. She was laying on her stomach and couldn't remember why until she moved to turn on her back. Pain ripped through her and stilled her instantly.

"Hermione, Love, don't move." her father said, leaning over the bars on the bed. She was in a hospital bed it seemed.

She still remembered having to listen to her parents explain how the man that did that to her had been unstable and had been arrested. She'd had to go to therapy after that, but she was fine now. She'd talked with the man years after and she'd been able to look him in the eye a few times. It was good therapy for her.

"Why now?" she asked, looking to the ceiling before closing her eyes.

The man that had done that to her had been described as an outstanding citizen, always helpful. The man was a liar and a bastard for what he'd done to her. She didn't talk to her parents about it after it happened. She never knew what happened to them but they didn't seem any worse for ware so Hermione didn't ask them. They didn't supply the information so she never found out. She'd asked how they found her once, but her mother broke into tears so she didn't ask again. Thinking back on it she could thank the man for her thirst for knowledge. She'd gone home, and instead of talking to anyone she'd gone into her room and read every book she had. She found it extremely relaxing, knowing that she could learn something without having to go through pain to learn the right way. The reason for her beginning the 'reading spree', as her father called it, had faded over time and she was left with knowledge and the desire to learn more.

Crook's jumped on the end of her bed and made his way up to her shoulder, where he sat down and started purring, lulling Hermione to sleep at the same time. She thought of what she would say to Pansy and Malfoy but was overcome by sleep before her plan was mapped out completely.