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AN: Ok so I haven't updated in a while. I'm not going to make it longer coz of it though…… I can't….my fingers start hurting…lol. Okay I hope you enjoy it.

Beauty is it everything in this world. This happens to be a mans world, and being beautiful is the only way to survive it. I have to stay like this, in order to be alive. In order to live.

Everyone tells me that my way of living is messed up, that I should stop it. I just laugh at them. No one seems to understand how it really should go. Everyone has a place, and I understand mine. Of course it took my father to explain it too me. He helped a lot with explaining my worth. Yes beauty does rule the world, and I plan to rule.

Chapter 6: Beauty

Hermione was walking down to the great hall. It was time for lunch, and even though she didn't feel hungry, she wasn't just going to stop.

When she entered, no one was there yet. So Hermione grabbed a roll and strode out again.

Hermione went to broom closet. It wasn't the best place to go for someone like her, but Hermione had given up on some things. She wanted to go flying, like she used to with Ginny.

Unlocking it she snatched out the broom she always used, and hoped on. Her mind just shut down as she went higher and higher into the cool air. For one moment Hermione wasn't anything but happy. All the pain she was feeling left. All the bitterness just fled. Nothing was left but her. There was no lie to hide herself behind when she was up here. That was also good and bad.

That moment passed and Hermione sped up. She was thinking all about Harry and Ron. Maybe she could trust them. Maybe they wouldn't hate her.

"I suppose I should tell them all about him first." Hermione said to wind that was roaring around her. "But how can I?" And she urged the broom to go faster across the lake, and the wind stung her face.

'It's simple. Just tell them. Tell them what happened with him. Tell them what happened to your real mother. Tell them that you lied, they can help.' Hermione knew hearing voices wasn't a god sign, but this voice was trying to help her. She could ignore the fact that she was going nuts right now.

"They'll hate me." She whispered to the voice and slowed down as she went over the forest. "I'll show them my scars, and they will hate me. They will turn me away in disgust."

'You don't know that.' The voice said. It was nice and warm the voice. Comforting. 'Just trust them. Go to them for help and support. Tell them about him and tell Dumbledore and everyone about those scars before Malfoy does. Tell Dumbledore about him.' And Hermione cut off the voice with a loud "NO!"

"I will not tell Dumbledore anything." She hissed to voice. It had started to fade away once she had shouted.

"And I will not allow anyone to find out." Hermione said. "They will first not believe me, and then when they see them, will be shocked. Next they believe it a curse and send me off to Mungo's, and inform my parents. They will see that it isn't a curse and they will send me home. My stepmother will send me away from home, just like always and I shall spend the rest of my life regretting my trust." And she closed her eyes.

"How would you understand anyway?" She shouted finally to the fading voice. "You're not me! You could never understand my pain!" This time the voice didn't answer her. Hermione turned the broom around and went back to castle.

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"Hermione!" Harry's voice called out. Hermione turned around. It was now the after noon. Harry and Ron ran to catch up with her.

"Yes," Hermione said heart leaping and plummeting at the same time. "Do you want something?" And they frowned before smiling at her. Harry scuffed his toe and looked a bit remorseful.

"I'm sorry Hermione." He said. Hermione's features softened and she smiled at him.

" I'm sorry too. We over reacted to the whole hospital wing thing. We cared more about the reason than you. I can understand why you got mad at us, but we did care. " Ron said and Hermione hugged both of them.

"I'm glad we could make up guys, I'm not sure what I would do without you." Hermione let her eyes go all soft. Harry ruffled her hair.

"Died I suppose." And then they started to walk off. Hermione hung back a bit a sighed a very small 'I'm sorry too.'

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"It's good to see you again Hermione, how are you?" Draco Malfoy asked as he pressed her against the wall. Hermione glared at him.

"What the fuck do you want?" She sneered. It was Wednesday, and Harry and Ron were her best friends again. Malfoy had cornered her as she had left the library, even though she didn't have to meet him until Friday. Draco Malfoy hit her.

"You forget something my sweet little blade runner, didn't you?" And he watched Hermione's emotions filter across her face. He loved hurting her.

"I hate you, you stupid ferret boy 'master'" Hermione said and then he hit her again. Hermione remembered the other night, and was sure that it would repeat again. When she met his eyes, they were full of sadistic pleasure.

"And I love to torture you." He said and leaned in. Draco knew he shouldn't kiss her, but her lips so plump, that he felt the need to kiss them and see how they tasted.

Hermione's eyes widened and she did nothing for second. Then she came to her senses and pushed him off her, in disgust. Who did this ferret boy think he was? Even if he did know everything about her.

"What the fuck was that 'master'?" Hermione snarled. Draco sighed. They tasted as good as they had looked.

"That you sweet mud blood, was a kiss. I wanted to kiss you." And then Draco did it again. Hermione tried to fight him, but he was much stronger than she would ever be and her wand was out of reach. Eventually he came up for air. He hit her.

"What was that for?" Hermione hissed. Draco Malfoy smirked.

"For not kissing back." And then he did the same thing again. Hermione responded somewhat reluctantly. Draco smirked and stopped.

"Do you know how long I have wanted to do that?" He whispered and began to feel her up. "Do you even know how many people want to do that?" And he kissed her again and Hermione kissed back, trying not to enjoy it, or tense up. "Almost every male in any room notices when Hermione Granger walks in. Half the school is lusting after you and you don't even notice them." And he kissed her neck.

"You're a beautiful little mud blood Hermione." He whispered against her ear. "And I have complete control over you." Hermione shivered slightly and Draco stopped, smirking. "I'll be seeing you soon." And he left.

Hermione didn't leave the alcove for a little while. She held a finger to her lip and sighed, mulling over what he had said and done.

'Was that why Andrew did what he did?' Hermione wondered and walked off.