Chapter 2: Breathe
Hermione woke up and saw big bruises on her arms. She winced as she got up and then remembered what had happened last night. She had to run away. But then she remembered that today was school. She jumped up, trying to forget about the pain, and took out her already packed trunk. She ran down the stairs and raced past her uncle without saying goodbye. Unfortunately, he came up to her and grabbed her and said "Aww, leaving your uncle Henry without a goodbye kiss? And if you want, ill give you a sandwich for the ride!" He leered at her. She ran as fast as she could and then apparated to the station (A/N. I know they can only apparate when they r like 16, 17 or 18 but this is MY story!) She saw flaming red hair and black hair. She walked over to them and poked them in the heads. "Ow" they screamed, as they pulled out their wands, ready to attack their attacker. They realised it was Hermione and they hugged her tight. She couldn't breathe. She had to get free. Images flashing through her head, remembering what had happened to her, replaying rapes and sandwiches. It was too much. She pulled away, looking terrified and ran off.
She bumped into someone (hmmm, I wonder who it could be…) and went flying into the air. Then fell into the arms of her savoir. Who turned out to be Draco Malfoy. He looked down at her chocolate coloured eyes as she gazed into his stormy grey ones. There was a spark. Then, she whimpered, seeing his eyes glint with…lust. He stood her up on her feet and kissed her hand and bid her goodbye. It was like a dream.
In fact, it was a dream. After the spark, she stood up just as he did. He wiped himself down as she brushed off invisible dust or dirt. He saw a hint of fear in her eyes and felt sorry for her, but he masked that emotion. She then quickly masked hers, as she realised what he had seen in her eyes. She ran off to find her compartment.
She wondered if he knew about her long nights. About the visits she got from her 2 closest people. The screams that haunted the house every night. The pain that she felt every time they left the room. The trust they had betrayed. No. He wouldn't understand. How could he understand? She was living a life others would find terrifying. All she thought of it was releasing bad spirits and helping others. But deep down she knew that she was scared. She was alone. She was, in fact, terrified.
She sat there, in the compartment. Alone. Frightened. Scared. But most of all, confused. What was that spark that had happened between her and Malfoy? Why did she have that dream? Why did he have to look so god damn gorgeous? But he would never return those feelings to a filthy mudblood like herself. She needed space. She needed time to breathe. Every time she came up for breath, the people she used to love would push her down again. She couldn't breathe. She felt dizzy, nauseous and bloated. She wanted to escape the terrifying images of her family but she couldn't. The images haunted her and she knew she had to get rid of them. She had to get rid of the people she loved the most. She would have to stop them from taking her soul away. She needed to breathe.