Living Dead Girl

Rage in the cage

And piss upon the stages

There's only one sure way

To bring the giant… down

Defunct the strings

Of cemetery things

With one flat foot

On the devil's….wing

Crawl on me

Sink into me

Die for me

Living Dead Girl

Crawl on me

Sink into me

Die for me

Living Dead girl

Raping the geek

And hustling the freak

Like a hunchback juice

On a sentimental… noose

Operation filth

They love to love wealth

Of an SS Whore

Making scary… sounds

Crawl on me

Sink into me

Die for me

Living Dead girl

Crawl on me

Sink into me

Die for me

Living Dead girl

Psyclone Jack

Hallucinating hack

Thinks Donna Reed

Eats Dollar…bills

Goldfoot machine

Creates another fiend

So beautiful,

They make you…. Kill

Crawl on me

Sink into me

Die for me

Living dead girl

Crawl on me

Sink into me

Die for me

Living dead girl

Blood on her skin

Dripping with Sin

Do it again

Living dead girl

Blood on her skin

dripping with sin

Do it again

Living dead girl

Living Dead Girl By Rob Zombie

Living Dead Girl by: ME (lol)

Ok this is my new fic. I haven't written anything in SOOOO long, I'm surprised my account is still up! Well this is another fic where Hermione is abused and she's not an only child and she's not a mudblood. I decided to call it Living Dead Girl b/c my boyfriend and I were talking one day trying to come up with some ideas I could do for a new fiction and I started listening to this song and this idea just popped in my head. Note that it may take a couple of days to weeks for a new chapter especially when school starts back (in sing-song voice I'm going to high school na-na-na-na-na-na) so don't get angry at meh.

Please note: I am AMERICAN. I have no fucking clue about anything in England, aiight? This Goth gurl plans to go there one day but no luck here, of course all I've got to do is ask my boyfriend who's been to London (LUCKY!) So don't think that the places I put in here are actually real okay? Oh and this also has HBP spoilers!

ShadowRogue

FallenAngelKitty (check me out on 1: First Date

Hermione danced on the stage, men all around her . Her outfit showing more than she wanted to show. A short skirt and a black fishnet shirt with a green bra and black stiletto boots. Techno music surged through her body as she slid down the poll. This was her temporary summer night job. Since her mother died and her father took to drinking, she had to get her own money for food and clothes and such.

Her shift finally ended. She walked off the stage and over to the bar.

" Hey Stace. Can I get a Sex On The Beach?"

"Yea sure, hun." Stacy replied, even though she knew that Hermione shouldn't be drinking. After all, she was only seventeen. But Stacy was the only one at the club who knew that. Hermione didn't look like a seventeen year old. She looked more like she was twenty-one.

"Here ya go. Listen be careful tonight, ok? One of our workers noticed that your father actually came in here. I know that he doesn't know about you're job, so we tried to keep him away from your stage. I don't think he saw you."

"How many has he had?" Hermione sighed.

"Quite a few, I think Alisa said about seven Gin & Tonics." Stacy replied.

" Hopefully by the time I get home, he'll have already passed out. That or he picked up some girl and is over at her house getting her knocked up. That's all I need, is another little sister to take care of. Well, thanks Stace." Hermione said as she finished off the drink. She got up and walked over to the broom closet beside the bar, opened it and grabbed her black leather trench coat. She put it on and stalked out of the nightclub.

Her mother had died giving birth to her little sister Kassandra in her third year. Kassy (a/n: Kassy is pronounced k-ass-e not case-e), as they called her, was now 5 years old, going on to six. She too had received the witch genes from their grandparents on their mother's side. She would start in Durmstrang in four years and Hermione hoped that by that time she would have a good job in the wizarding world and would be able to support both of them. As everyday passed, Hermione noticed that her father was getting more and more abusive. Luckily the only one he ever hit was her. She wouldn't let him touch Kassy.

Hermione walked in the front door of their house. She could immediately smell the alcohol that her father was obviously still drinking. The loud noise from the television made her flinch as she tried to make it up the old stairs without making a sound. Suddenly she stepped on something that made her trip and fall on the third step. She looked down as she twitched in pain. She had stepped on Kassy's favorite doll.

"Hermione?" She heard her father call, and she could tell he was so wasted, " Hermione, is that you!"

"Yes Father… it's me." She answered.

"Come here." He called again. Hermione winced as she tried to get up, she had twisted her ankle bad. She limped into the parlor and peeked in.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Come in here." Her father replied.

"What is it?"

"I saw you tonight. At that club… on that stage."

"Father, look, it was only for money. I know how tight money is now and I work there to get my own money…"

"It's not your place to bring in the money. It's mine. I'm the god damn man of this house. Your just the filth I have to support. Stupid witch. Give me the money you made tonight."

"But, father…"

"Give it to me."

"Father look…."

"GIVE IT TO ME" He yelled at her, his face red with rage and alcohol. Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes as she pulled her coat to the side and grabbed a wad of cash from the pocket on her skirt. She regretfully handed him the money.

"Go to your room."

"Yes, sir."

"That's right bitch. You call me Sir because you respect me. You had better…" He said as she turned from him. He slapped her ass as she was walking away. She stopped in her tracks and clenched her fist and teeth. But then she kept on walking. She headed toward the stairs, grabbed Kassy's toy and walked up to Kassy's room.

Hermione opened the door and peered in. Kassy was sitting on her bed, which was beside the window. The window was open and Kassy was looking up to the sky, her hands pressed together in front of her.

"…and please help my sister Hermione. I love her so much and Daddy is so mean to her. She has to work for us night and day… Please help Daddy to stop drinking. He scares me so much when he does. In God's name I pray, Amen, " Her words brought tears to Hermione's eyes. She wanted to get the both of them out of the house so bad. Kassy was too young to understand some things, but she understood enough. She knew enough to know that her Father was wrong.

"Kassy…" Hermione cried as she stepped into the room and walked over to her little sister. She wrapped her arms around her and cried into her long pitch black hair. Where her hair color came from, Hermione wasn't sure. Kassy's hair should have been a light or dark brown, like hers. Her moms hair was a dark brown and her fathers was a really light brown. Hermione and her little sister had their mothers face, but Hermione had her father's hair and hazel eyes and Kassy had her mothers eyes, deep dark brown. Kassy was basically the spitting image of her mother. Was that the reason why their father never hit her? Because she looked just like her mother?

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Her little sister asked. Kassy had the cutest voice. Sweet and caring. She couldn't pronounce her 'R's right, so when she tried to say something with R in it, it came out sounding like a W. (ex.: instead of What's wrong, Hermione? It's be what's wong Hewmione?)

"I'm sorry. I just wish I could take us away from him. You know I hate for you to go through this, sweetie." She said and brushed Kassy's extremely long hair out of her eyes.

"I know sissy."

"I promise that we'll get out of here. I promise that I'll find some way."

Hermione laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. How would she do that? Get her and Kassy out of the house? It'd take a few days and she wouldn't be able to go to her night job since her father knew she worked there. She soon fell into an uneasy sleep………

Dream

"No, please, no." She cried as she was thrown on the bed, her clothes ripped. Her night-pants torn in two and tossed on the floor. Her ran his finger up her thigh and over her thong. He pulled her tank top over her head forcefully, revealing her breasts to him, and he gripped her right one hard making her cry out in pain.

"Please.. Why are you doing this to me?" She asked him. She looked into his eyes trying to find a source of hope, a way of getting out of her current situation, but all she saw was cold hatred. She glared and tried to knee him in the nuts, but he sat on her legs and since he was much more heavier than her, she couldn't do anything. He unzipped him pants and pulled then down his legs along with his plaid boxers. He looked down on Hermione then to both or her hands. He grabbed her night pants and ripped them more, into thick strips. He grabbed Hermione's wrists and tied them to the bedpost, leaving her almost completely helpless.

He took off his own shirt and threw it on the floor. He looked over Hermione. She looked pitiful, but he looked past that at the beauty. He moved up and put his legs on either side of her face and forced her to open her mouth. He placed his dick inside her mouth and Hermione bit down hard. He yelled and slapped her had across the face.

"Bitch, suck on it, you bite it and you die." He warned and Hermione felt tears sliding down her face. He put his dick in her mouth again and she sucked as more tears fell. He choked her, several times, making her gag. Soon he came in her mouth, the taste making her want to vomit. He moved down, moving to take her boob in her mouth.

"Your tits are bigger than your Mother's…..They've got to be at least a D." He looked up to Hermione who was glaring at the ceiling. "Answer me. How big are they?"

"They're double D." Hermione choked out her answer. He moaned at that and sucked more. He reached down to her cunt and pulled her thong down, and inserted three fingers into her and she winced in pain, more tears escaping her eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked him as he licked his way down. He looked up at her then went back to what he was doing. He liked her hard and she didn't like it. She tried to kick him again but couldn't succeed. He got up and rammed into her. She screamed out in pain and cried loudly. He kept ramming, not caring whether he hurt her or not.

As he reached his release, Hermione cried.

"Why?" She cried as he walked out of the room. She reached into her desk pulling out a knife. She slit her wrists, the blood flowing onto the floor…She hated her Father…

Hermione woke at five o'clock in the morning. She had to get ready for work. As she was taking a shower she looked at her scars on her wrists, new ones forming from a few nights ago. She then remembered her dream and began to silently cry. It was only three months ago when that had happened.

She opened the door of the house and walked outside into the darkness, rain falling on her long hair. She had a lot to do today. She was going to work and then she was going to the store to buy some hair color and then before she had to go to the club to work, she was going to dye her hair. She figured that her Father had forgotten about her job, since he normally never remembered anything after he had drunken so much that he passed out. (Which he did, Hermione found him on the floor in front on the couch with a bottle laying on the floor, leaving a new stain just like the others.)

Hermione got home at six that night and walked into the bathroom reading the instructions on the back of the hair dye box. She mixed the goo and stuff together then applied it to her hair, rubbing it in everywhere. She let it sit for thirty minutes and then rinsed it out and dried it. She smiled into the mirror at the new Hermione. Her waist length hair was now pitch black. She looked at the second box and mixed that stuff together.

Two hours later Hermione walked into the nightclub, clad in her normal leather trench coat, a super-short black and green plaid miniskirt, showing off her ass, and a black school girls shirt tied just below her breasts and a fishnet shirt on under that. Her knee-high boots were black and green leather. She took off her coat and hung it up in the broom closet on the side of the bar and then walked over to Stace who was about to end her shift.

"Whoa, gurl, what'd you do?" She asked as she indicated Hermione hair. Black with dark green highlights Hermione looked like a Raver.

" Got hold on some hair dye. Wells I gotta go, my shift just started and I need that money!"

Hermione walked onto the stage, strutting as she walked, viewing the men starting to gather around her stage. She was the most 'famous' in the club, meaning the most people watched her than the other girls. She walked around the poll and bent over a little, showing off her ass to the horny viewing men. Some yelled excitedly and begged for more. Hermione got on her hands and knees and crawled towards a few. And one she stopped at, and perched up on her knees spreading her legs wide showing the view to the man in front of her. She looked at the guy and gasped as she noticed him. His smirk was all-too-familiar and his blonde hair shinned too much for it not to be him. Draco Malfoy.

Hermione's POV

" I like what you've done to yourself." He told me after I took a break from dancing and got a drink at the bar. He was sitting beside me.

"Please, Malfoy. Please don't tell anyone…" I looked over at him with pleading eyes. His gaze softened and in his eyes I actually thought I saw something other than coldness and hatred.

"Why?" He asked me, "What's in it for me?"

"I'll do anything… and Malfoy, please don't think I'm a slut... Because I'm not. I've never left this place with a guy, ever."

"Ok, ok. How about a deal?" He asked me.

"Hm… well….what're you thinking?"

"You go on three dates with me."

"What! You gotta be kidding me."

"No, I'm not…Hermione" My eyes got wide.

"Well…..fine…When's the first one?"

"How about as soon as you get off your shift. Oh, and I get another lap dance."

"That'll cost you."

"Fine, but I get another one."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine." I said and stormed off. I went back up on the stage I only had a few more songs and I'd be off for the night and then I'd go on the date with Malfoy. ' Why does he want to go on a date with me?' I asked myself as a techno song came on and I swayed side to side in front of the poll, showing the men what they all want. Malfoy moved up to the front again. I sighed as I strutted over and got on my hands and knees and crawled towards him more, making us close. I got up my knees and spread them for him. It shook my ass a little and lifted my fishnet shirt over my head. As I did this and wasn't paying attention, Malfoy went to go slide his hand up my legs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan. Some men yelled at him, saying it wasn't fair. I just looked down in puzzlement and he smirked as he pulled out actual muggle money and put it in the leather belt on my skirt. I danced around him a little more, in a way hoping he'd do that again, but I couldn't give all the show to him, I had to go to other guys.

I walked down the stages steps and met Malfoy and the bottom.

"What was that for!" I asked him sort of enraged, sort of curious. 'And when can you do it again?' I asked silently in my mind.

"Impulse. You liked it and you know it." I blushed. I walked over to the closet and grabbed my coat, and walked out into the rain with Malfoy ahead of me. As soon as we were out of the club he pushed me against the wall. I looked him in the eye. He pinned me there, his smirk shinning through the darkness surrounding us.

"This is also an impulse." He whispered and leaned in. I expected him to be a rough kisser, good but rough. But this kiss was anything but rough… it was short, sweet, and in a sort of way, romantic, being in the rain and all. I opened my eyes and looked up at him ( he had at least 2 inches on me since I was wearing boots) Confusion filled my eyes and I couldn't place the look on his face. He seemed serene… you know, finally at peace.

I backed away slowly as his eyes changed back to cold and hard. He walked in front of me, and I followed slowly, pondering what had just happened. Draco Lucius Malfoy, the cold-hearted, evil, Death Eater, Slytherin had just kissed me. Me, a Gothic, muggle-born, Gryffindor. What was wrong with him!

I followed him to a car. A muggle car. Something was seriously wrong if Draco Malfoy wasn't using the Floo network or using a broom… He opened his door and got in and I walked to the other side and got in. She looked at all the buttons on the dashboard. Maybe it wasn't completely a muggle car…

"It doesn't fly does it? Please tell me we're not going to fly!" Hermione asked, pleading with him.

"Yea, Granger, it does fly, but no, we're not going to, not for where we're going…"

"And where exactly are we going…?" I asked him.

"You'll see, I think you've heard of it, maybe not. You probably have since you go clubbing now."

"I don't go clubbing… I work there."

"Right, you work there?"

"Yes, I do thank you very much."

"What, trouble with money back at the muggle home?" Malfoy asked and threw a sideways glance at her. I glared at him and turned away, looking out the window at the passing buildings and cars., "That's it…isn't it?" He asked me again.

"It's not really money problems…" I told him, offended. Which I didn't understand why because Malfoy always made fun of me about things like that, "Um, Malfoy, could you turn on the radio, I don't really fancy awkward silences…" I asked him politely, thinking that maybe if I did, then I would get her wish. And to my surprise, i did.

Malfoy pressed two buttons on the dashboard, one turning the radio onto one of the local Today's Hit stations, and the other letting the top down on the car, making it a convertible. The wind blew through my hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and blowing on my face. It was warm and welcoming. The radio started playing a song and I scowled.

"What?" Malfoy asked.

"This song isn't the best out there, do you mind if I change it?" I questioned him politely.

" Um.. Go ahead…" Malfoy replied, slightly confused at my politeness, usually when I was around him, I had venom dropping from my every word.

I looked at the radio and, figuring out how to work it, turned it to a rock station, filling my ears with System Of A Down. I smiled at the song, B.Y.O.B. and sang along,

" Everybody's going to the party have a real good time…dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine…"

"I like your style, Granger." Malfoy said, smirking over at me. I smirked back.

"What? I changed…" I replied and sang along as the fast part arrived, " kneeling roses disappearing, into Moses' dry mouth, breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions, every city gripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM! Handed to absolution, Still you feed us lies from the table cloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybody's going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybody's going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine."

I looked over at Malfoy who was actually smiling… Did he enjoy this?

"You should sing more." He told me, " You're rather good." I blinked at him. Did he just give me a compliment? I took it as one.

"Um, thanks." I replied. And looked up at the sky. It had stopped raining and the full moon was slowly shinning through the clouds. It was beautiful… And romantic…too bad I was with Malfoy.

"So um, where are we going again?" I asked.

"I told you that you'll see when we get there, okay?" He replied as B.Y.O.B. went off and The Killers came on. Mr. Brightside, one of Hermione's favorite songs.

"Oh gawsh I love this song!" She cried and turned it up. Draco smirked over at her.

"You like The Killers, too? Wow, I'm impressed, I thought you would have rather gone for, I don't know, Backstreet Boys." He told me and I laughed loudly. I was amused that he thought I would listen to….to that.

"Yea right… It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss, now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab while he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it's all in my head but she's touching his…chest now he takes off her dress now, let me go… and I just can't look its killing me… and taking control…"

I saw Malfoy watching me out of the corner of my eye. He kept watching the road ahead of him, and would look over at me every now and then. What was he looking at exactly? Was he interested in knowing me, or was he just wanting to use me for something? But why would he want that when I clearly explained to him that I wasn't a whore…

I kept singing and he kept watching me until we came to a stop. I peered through the windshield at the old brick building in front of us. It was the Leaky Cauldron…

"Malfoy…Do you realize we're at the Leaky Cauldron?" I questioned. He pulled the key out of the ignition and put them in his pocket, "I thought you said that we were going somewhere I probably had never been…"

"You probably have never been here." Was all he said as he got out of the car. I followed suit. He went to go walk in the door but I stopped him, grabbing his arm.

"Um… Do you really want to be seen with me in public, where people know you?"

"Ah, but that's it. See, we're in Wizarding public. Everyone knows me, but not everybody knows you. See in the Muggle world, nobody knows who I am. In the Wizarding world, people only know you from news papers. But since you've changed so much, they won't recognize you. I almost didn't." Malfoy explained. I let his explanation wash over me. He was right. I had changed so much that nobody would really know who I was. But…

"You still didn't answer my question." He realized I was right.

"Well, Granger. I'll give you this; You're hott. If you weren't a Mudblood Gryffindor, and you were a full-blooded Slytherin, of course I'd want to be seen with you." He told me. I smirked,

"Ah, so I take that as a yes." I replied, ignoring the insult part of the compliment and walked into the Leaky Cauldron, him watching my ass swaying as I walked into the small pub. I figured that this surely wasn't the place he wanted to take me, so I went through the door that led into the Alley.

I took my wand out and tapped the bricks until they opened for me. I leaned against the walkway and waited for Malfoy. When he walked out of the door I held out my arm,

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, now where the hell are you taking me?" He sighed and walked right past me and I followed him. Soon we reared into Knockturn Alley. Many stores were still open and I knew he didn't want to take me to some Dark Arts store or something like that. I followed him down another Alley, one I had of course had never been in before and we came to a stop at a door.

The door was large and looked as if it was made of wood, but the wood had rotted. The door knob was rattling. Malfoy tapped his wand on it and didn't say anything. I figured he was doing wordless magic, something we had learned just the year before. Suddenly the thoughts of Malfoy and his task overcame me… I watched him. Why hadn't he done it? Why did Snape do it? Could he have been too scared? Too worried about what would happen to him? Or did he have a soft spot in his heart?

All these thoughts went through my mind until Malfoy brought me out of them, " Granger, come on, the door's open." I looked up.

Strobe lights were flashing everywhere, every color. Blue, green, yellow, white, red, orange, purple, pink, gold, silver… Ravers were everywhere, dancing rapidly to what I took as wizard techno music. I stepped in and let my eyes adjust. Malfoy grabbed my hand and dragged me into the crowd. We stopped right in the middle and I stopped as Malfoy started to….dance.

"c'mon Granger! Dance! I know you can I saw you doing it!" He told me. I glanced around me. Nobody knew me…What could it hurt?

I slowly started to move my hips to the beat of the song. As soon as I started the beat got faster and faster, and I danced to the beat. My arms above my head, I did a belly-dancing move and put my legs together and slowly swayed my hips side to side as I moved lower and lower to the floor. I saw Malfoy watching me distinctively out of the corner of my eye, but hey, so was almost everyone else. I brought myself back up. Malfoy raised his eyebrows at me, obviously surprised.

"Why are you surprised? I work at a muggle dance club, I've got a few moves up my sleeve…" I told him, getting really close to him. His eyes got big and he covered it up with a smirk as I turned around and grinded my bum into him… He seemed to like that, I could feel his…reaction.

I turned around and crouched down on the floor and spread my legs wide, the same move I had done to him in the club I worked at. He smirked down at me and pulled me up, close against him. Our faces were dangerously close. I could feel his warm breath on my face,

"You're a vixen, Granger…" He whispered in my ear as the song ended. He looked back at me and kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue slipped in-between my lips and toyed with mine. I kissed back, my hands involuntarily moving to play with his hair. I didn't even notice the slow, techno beat of a song I knew playing around us. He pulled away from me and leaned back in and kissed me softly. As he pulled away again I recognized the song…Simple and Clean…the long version…

When you walk away

You don't hear me say please

Oh baby, don't go

Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight

It's hard to let it go

I looked up at Malfoy, staring into his ice blue eyes… What was he going to do now…

You're giving me too many things

Lately, you're all I need

You smiled at me and said,

Don't get me wrong I love you

But does that mean I have to meet your father?

When we are older you'll understand

What I meant when I said "No,

I don't think life is quite that simple"

I looked up at Malfoy… He had the same look in his eyes as he did earlier…serenity… and he placed his arms around my waist…

When you walk away

You don't hear me say please

Oh baby, don't go

Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight

It's hard to let it go

so simple and clean

The daily things like this and that and what is what

That keep us all busy

Are confusing me

That's when you came to me and said,

I watched him as he closed his eyes and slowly brought me closer…

Wish I could prove I love you

But does that mean I have to walk on water?

When we are older you'll understand

It's enough when I say so

And maybe some things are that simple

What was he doing? Dancing with me…like…like this…?

When you walk away

You don't hear me say please

Oh baby, don't go

Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight

It's hard to let it go

Hold me

Whatever lies beyond this morning

Is a little later on

Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all

Nothing's like before

Hold me

Whatever lies beyond this morning

Is a little later on

Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all

Nothing's like before

Malfoy didn't let go of me, but I pulled away. I looked up at him, a confused look plastered on my face. The song that started to play was another Wizard techno song. We just stood there as the bodies raved around us, jumping up and down, a mosh pit in one corner of the room…Everyone melted away for that moment, when I understood the look in his eyes. As soon as he realized I saw it, he took my hand and dragged me out of the club. He slammed the door behind us and pulled me all the way back to the car.

"What was that about?" I asked him as we both got in the car. He slammed his door.

"It was nothing."

"Malfoy…Draco…" He glanced over at me as I said his name, "the look in your eyes… Your sorry aren't you? For everything that happened last year? At school?" I watched him as he watched me. I saw his eyes gloss over and he turned to look out the window.

"Draco…are you really sorry?" I asked. He glanced back over at me.

'I'm not sorry about what you think I'm sorry about…"

"Well, then what are you sorry about?"

"I'm sorry that I chickened out and didn't do it…I'm sorry that I didn't kill Dumbledore. I'm sorry that I failed The Dark Lord… I'm sorry that I failed my mother…" The way he said the last part, I just knew that something had happened to his mother.

" What happened… to your mother…?" I questioned.

" It's none of your business…" He told me. I wasn't going to pry. I knew that if I did he'd get mad and probably try and hurt me, "Well, I think it's time I took you home…" I blinked at him,

"You're going to take me home?" I couldn't believe he wasn't just going to drop me out here, expecting me to find a way home myself.

"Uh, yea. Granger, when I take a girl out on a date, I don't just leave them. I take them home, you know." I blushed slightly at my mistake and he cranked the car up and got back on the road.

"So, uh, Malfoy, why'd you wanna take me on a date?"

" I knew you were more of a challenge." He said simply. A Challenge? Me?

"What the fact that I'm a Mudblood, Gryffindor, Goody-two-shoes?" I asked. Malfoy smirked over at me,

"Exactly."

"Oh." I replied, "Well, Malfoy. I've got something to tell you, I'm not a Mudblood." I smirked back over at him.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes, Malfoy. I may not be pureblooded, but I'm half-blooded. My father is a full blooded wizard, but he's a squib. My mother is a muggle. Sorry, was a muggle. I also have a little sister and she's a witch too, She'll be going most likely to Durmrstrang in four years time." I told him and he looked over at me when we reached a stop sign.

"So you're telling me that Miss "Perfect" Hermione Granger, isn't a Mudblood? That is the last thing I ever expected to hear." Malfoy told me. I smirked, "You've got a nice smirk, Granger. Do it more often and you could be worthy of hanging out with me."

I blushed. I, Hermione Anne Granger, actually blushed by a compliment that Malfoy had given me. What was wrong with me, and more Importantly…what the hell was wrong with him!

"I have a question, Malfoy. Why are you being nice to me? I thought you hated me…"

"Well… I still do, to a certain extent. But now that I know that you're not a Mudblood, that's minus hate points, and plus the fact that your favorite colors are obviously black and green, you're looking more Slytherin. You're also Goth. Both are minus hate points. So as to where my hate for you used to be 100, my hate is now down to 25." He explained. I blinked at him. Okay…he sure had a weird way of telling me that…

"O…kay…" I said, " If you only knew everything else, you'd probably love me." I laughed at what I said.

"I couldn't. I don't love anyone. Other than myself and my mother." He said, his eyes putting up his barriers again. I sighed.

"Look, Malfoy…I'm sorry… I didn't mean to offend you in anyway…" I told him and noticed the song on the radio. It was one of my favorite songs by a punk band from Canada. The band was Billy Talent and the song was Try Honesty. I sand along under my breath, knowing the Malfoy probably wouldn't want to listen to any more punk bands. Suddenly, he reached forward and turned it up a little.

"What? I heard you singing and thought you might want to hear it better." He told me after I gave him a questioning look. I smiled slightly and continued to sing,

" Forgive me father, why should you bother? Try honesty, try honestly. Hop in your dump-truck, reverse for good luck, right over me right over me…" I slowly stopped, thinking for a moment.

"Malfoy, turn here." I told him as I recognized my street, "This is my stop." I told him as we came towards my house. Home sweet home… beer bottles covering the front yard. I sighed as I looked at it pitifully.

"Granger… no offense, but this is where you live?" Malfoy asked me. I looked over at him, and could see something hidden in his look, his eyes. Concern? Hope? Pity? I couldn't place my finger on it. I glanced down at the clock. It was around three A.M. Father was going to kill me.

"So, uh…" I said in an awkward silence.

"Hermione…" I looked up at Malfoy. He said my name for the second time that night. He leaned towards me, his face just inches from mine. Yet again I could feel his warm breath on my face and I closed my eyes, "I actually had a great time tonight…" He whispered, " Same time tomorrow night? As soon as you get off your shift at the club? This time, how about you pick somewhere to take me…"

I opened my eyes and looked into his. All of his barriers were down. I leaned forward and was about to press my lips against his, when he pulled away.

"Um… yes, that's fine. Tomorrow…" I said more to myself, trying to hide my embarrassment. I had just wanted to kiss Draco Malfoy…There was seriously something wrong with me. I opened the car door and he got out, too. He walked over to me.

"I had a good time, too." I said as I looked up into his icy eyes. He smiled down at me. A genuine smile… "Well, uh, I guess I had better get in the house, my Father is going to kill me," I said and added, " literally" under my breath. Malfoy watched me and I brushed a strand of green hair behind my ear. I went to go walk up the walkway to the steps when he grabbed my arm and gently pulled me back to him. I looked up into his eyes, and they said it all.

He leaned down and kissed me, his lips slightly brushing mine, but then gaining force and soon kissing me like I had never been kissed before. When I said I thought he was a rough but good kisser…I was right. He lightly bit down on my tongue, making me moan into his mouth. I bit his lip, pulling him in closer to me. I moved my tongue round in circles and he moaned. My hands moved to his hair, running my nails through it…

"Hermione! What the fuck are you doing out there!" I broke apart from Malfoy and turned to look at my father, who was standing in the doorway, a beer bottle in hand, "Get your ass in this house!"

I turned to look at Draco…Malfoy again. He glanced over at my father and glared.

"Your Dad?" He asked as he continued to glare.

"No…my Father." I replied, saying 'father' with dripping venom. I looked back up at Draco…damn…Malfoy, and my vision was slightly blurred by tears. I only let one slip and it was whipped away.

His hand brushed slightly across my cheek, whipping the tear away. Draco leaned down once more and kissed me slowly. He soon pulled away and smiled down at me.

"Take care of yourself, okay? See you tomorrow night." He whispered in my ear.

"I will." I said and turned to walk towards my father. He was still standing in the doorway. I heard Draco get into his car and close the door. He cranked it up and drove away slowly…

I glared up at my father and walked into the house, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Who the hell was that?"

"My date." I told him simply.

"Did you put out?" He asked me and I snatched my arm away from him,

"No I didn't thank you very much!" I said. I walked up the stairs, ignoring the yelling my father was doing. I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I sighed and threw my coat onto the back of my chair. I sighed and sat down on my bed, and taking off my boots, everything that had happened that night came into focus.

Draco Malfoy showing up at the club and asking me out on a date, me actually going on the date with him, him kissing me, me dancing with him…just…everything.

What was wrong with me? With him? With everything in my life? I had to pay for school books, and I had to go to a new school… I had lost touch with Harry and Ron… Harry had sworn that he wasn't going back to Hogwarts school since Dumbledore was dead. I was with him. But they hadn't written me at all. I wondered if they were ok, what was going on with them. I prayed that they were safe.

Knowing Harry and Ron they were both in a death trap…but hey, that was normal in our lives… we lived for it. Well they did, I just sat in the backseat and told them, pleading with them not to do it, but hey, who wants to listen to boring ole' Hermione, anyway? She's a mudblood know-it-all. I may be a know-it-all…but I'm not a mudblood.

That thought trailed my thoughts back to Draco… Malfoy. He acted so strange… like he was freer or something… And what happened to his mother? Did Voldemort hurt her or kill her since Draco didn't complete his task? Harry did tell Ron and me that when he was in the bathroom crying, that he said it was going badly and if he didn't finish the task, then Voldemort would surely kill his mother and father and himself…

My thoughts were interrupted, by my father. He banged on my door.

"Hermione! Hermione, get your ass out here!" He yelled at me. I sighed and opened the door by thinking "alohamora" (a/n: is that the correct way to spell it? I leant ALL of my books to my uncle and I forgot how to spell it ;;). Father glared at me as I did this. He entered my room, "Come here." He told me.

I got up off of my feet and walked slowly over to my Father. I had only seen that look in his eyes once before. Three months ago.

He threw me onto her bed, and climbed on top of me. I didn't show her fear, knowing that if I did he'd get the better of me. I glared up at my father and tried to kick him in the nuts but yet again he blocked me. My short skirt rode up my legs and my top had become untied a little bit. He looked down at me and licked his lips. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. My eyes widened as he pushed me onto my back, grabbed both of my arms and handcuffed them behind my back. He flipped me over again and tore both of my shirts off of me. (a/n: remember she had two shirts on, a black school girl shirt and a fishnet one.)

'Dammit…why did I have to wear a bra with a front clasp?' I asked myself in stupidity as he unclasped my bra from the front. He grabbed my boobs and I yelped. He then reached down and moved my thong to the side. He unzipped his pants, and rammed into me. Even though I wasn't a virgin anymore, thank you asshole, it still hurt like hell. He was so damn rough.

I slowly started to cry. I didn't want this. I remember praying that it would never happen again. Why was he so evil that he did this to me? Why? Why couldn't he just be like other Fathers or Dads and love his children, no matter what they are?

When he came in me, he pulled out and pushed me over, and unlocked the handcuffs. I curled up into a ball onto my bed and cried as he left my room, leaving the door open as he did. I slowly and weakly got up, the handcuffs had dug into my back while my father was…raping me…and now my back hurt.

I walked out of my room and down the hallway to the bathroom. I walked inside and closed the door. I finished taking my bra off and took off my underwear and my skirt, and dropped them into the dirty clothes hamper. I turned the shower on, not too hot but not too cold, and climbed in. I needed to get that dirty feeling off of me. I scrubbed and scrubbed until I was as clean as I could be…but that feeling still lingered. I sighed and sat down in the shower. My mind started to go over my life. And I started to cry, I looked around me and found the item I was looking for. My razor. I grabbed it and took one of the blades out of it and held it tightly on my left wrist. I felt it puncture my skin and I slowly dragged it down my vein, leaving a trail of blood, and a new wound. I sighed as the pain washed over me and I continued to cry.

I climbed weakly out of the shower and dried myself off. I walked over to the mirror and looked in it. My hair, soaked, clung to my neck, back and face. I looked so different…I had changed so much…

I guess this was life though… Being abused and confused…worn and torn…I guess that I'm just a pawn in the game of life. And I'm losing.

A/n: WELLS that wuz da first chappy plz review I'll try n have the next one up soon, it'll be shorter than this.

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