A/N Ok everyone. This is my first angst Fanfic, so wish me luck, and I hope u like it. Rated for abuse and mention of rape. May contain cutting in later chapters. If anyone has a problem with that, this might not be the story for you. Thanks. Enjoy!

Oh, and just so u know.

Underlined- Hermione writing

Bold- Ron writing

Incase u don't get it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters and never will…well…maybe one day… mwahahaha!

Life on the Edge

Chapter one

Getting to know you?

Pain… Pain was all she felt nowadays. She began to think whether pain was the only thing she would ever feel again. She couldn't possibly tell her parents what was happening. They wouldn't believe her. She knew they wouldn't.

Hermione Granger lay in her queen sized four poster bed looking up at the ceiling. She was at least glad that she didn't have to hide her bruises from her room mates anymore. It was her seventh year at Hogwarts and Hermione had been made Head Girl and had been given her own room. She had been given a long list of new duties and had her own common room which, unfortunately for her, had to be shared with her least favorite person in the world.

'That's not true…' Hermione thought to herself as she thought of Draco Malfoy. She had to admit, she never exactly got along with him… but she had seen a change in him after the summer. She didn't know what, but there was definably something different about him. 'But it doesn't matter. He's still a right git.' Hermione thought as she heard him slam his bedroom door and walk down the stares.

The position of Head boy was originally meant to be Rons, but he declined the offer saying that it was way too much responsibility for him, and all he wanted to do was laze about all year. Hermione always thought that Fred and George picking on him all the time also had something to do with it.

Hermione got up of her bed and sat on her window seat and watched the students making enjoying their Saturday, making snowmen, having snowball fights… and all she could do was sit there and wish she was as happy as they were. That she could forget everything and just have fun like she used to. But she hadn't been able to do that since the beginning of her sixth year.

'Why did everything have to change? Why did he have to change?' she whipped a tear away as she thought back to the day that changed her life forever.

"Hermione, wait up!"

"Come one you two! We're going to be late for class, and it's only our fourth day back."

The three friends were jogging down the halls to their class, having waited for Ron to run back to his dorm and get his potions book that he had, once again, forgot to bring. They skidded around corners, and finally came to a halt in front of their Potions class room where students were just starting to get their things our of their bags to start class.

They had hoped to come into class unnoticed, but there was no way Snape would pass up this chance to take away house points, especially seeing as Slytherin still hadn't gained any points, were in last, and had already received 3 distensions from Professor Mcgonagall. Plus the fact that Gryffindor was in the lead didn't hurt.

They stood in the doorway as Snape rounded on them, a sneer making its appearance known on his face, below his hooked nose.

"I suppose you didn't feel it necessary to show up for class on time?" The entire class had stopped what they were doing to watch what was happening.

"Well, no professor, we just-"

"Silence." He glared at the three. "For the unexcused late in my class, I will be deducting 50 points from Gryffindor, and the three of you will come see me tonight for a detention. Leave your wands in your dorm."

He then turned on his heal and walked to the front of the class, starting his usual lecture about how half of them wouldn't be able to do the potion right anyway.

They sat at their usual seats at the back of the class and took out their books. As Hermione watched Snape, listening to his every word, Ron was looking around Harry to look at Hermione, who was completely oblivious to any of it. He took out a small piece of parchment and scribbled a note on it. He then jabbed Harry in the ribs and told him to give the note to Hermione.

Harry had a hard time getting Hermione to draw her attention away from the front of the class, but when he finally did it he gave her the note and told her it was from Ron, then proceeded to take out his Quidditch Through the Ages book, as he did almost every potions class.

Hermione unfolded the note and read:

'Hey Hermione, What's up?'

Hermione looked at Ron with a sour look on her face, but Ron urged her to write.

'Um…Fine… couldn't this wait until after class?'

'No. I didn't want Harry to be around while I did this and he always takes out his Quidditch book during this period. It's the only time he's not paying attention.'

'While you did what?'

Hermione looked over at Ron and saw him blush then quickly write a few words. He then pushed the paper over to her without making eye contact. She raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior but read the note anyway.

Hermione…would you go out with me?

Hermione's breath had caught in her throat. She had fancied Ron for ages, but she just thought that he only ever saw her as a friend. She blushed furiously, and then looked at Ron who had shrunk down as far as he could in his seat and was looking at her.

She gave him a small smile then nodded. He grinned and sat up, as they starred into each other's eyes.

No one knew how much this day changed her life. It was almost a year ago and Ron had been so great to her. She owed him so much, and loved him so much more. He had been nothing but good to her and she would do anything for him, but she couldn't tell him either. He wouldn't be able to handle knowing that he was the cause of all her pain.

If she hadn't said yes to Ron, she might have been spared all the torture she went through every day. But if she could turn the clock back now, she'd probably still say the same thing. Ron meant the world to her and no one could change that. Not even Harry.

About a month after Ron and Hermione had started dating, Harry had taken a keen interest in Hermione. He had asked her to go to Hogsmead with him, but she had told him she was going with Ron. He had not been happy at all.

After that day, there had been a noticeable change in Harry's demeanor. He had become more cold and snappish, making snide comments whenever Ron said anything. Of corse, Ron being Ron hadn't noticed any difference whatsoever. He was more interested in his new girlfriend.

Another month passed and Harry had gotten colder and more distant, causing everyone, even Ron, to wonder what was wrong. Harry had been acting differently ever since the death of Sirius, but this was different. He had still been Harry then.

One night, Hermione had confronted Harry in the library and asked him what was the matter. Harry had told her that he loved her and it made him jealous when he saw her with Ron. He also told her to break up with him.

Hermione was taken aback. "What are you talking about, Harry?" She had said to him. "You know how much I love Ron. I could never do that."

But Harry didn't want to accept this answer. Over the next few days Harry had been pressing her to break up with him, every time Hermione giving the same answer; I love him, I'm happy.

Then, that fateful night, Hermione had been walking through the halls doing her prefect duties when she saw Harry come walking down the hall.

He had done something he had never done before; he had hit her. He strode over to her and hit Hermione so hard that she staged and her eyes watered. He yelled at her that he loved her and that she should be with him, then proceeded to beat her until the conciseness left her. She had been found a couple hours later by Ron who had been doing rounds with her and was taken to the hospital wing where she was healed, and

questioned. She had told them that she didn't know who it was, that she didn't have a good look at the persons face.

Everyone seemed to believe this excuse, and left her alone about it. Hermione couldn't have been happier about that. She couldn't have explained it if she had tried. Still to this day, she couldn't make out why the change in her friend had occurred. But time continued like that for Hermione. Every day he would find her while she was doing her prefect duties or at lunch and beat her, and grope at her, telling her to leave Ron. The only break she got was when she had a date with Ron (Harry didn't want Ron to see the bruises) and when Harry had an important Quidditch match coming up.

He had broken more bones then she could count. Thankfully, one night while looking up information on a potions paper, she had found the perfect book that told her how to make Scelegrow, along with a variety of potions that had many uses, such as hiding a bruise or healing a cut.

Hermione gave a cold laugh as she looked at one of the newly formed bruises on her arm. Well… if she had thought that she could never hate anyone more than she hated Malfoy, she was wrong. And no matter what Harry did to her, she would never leave Ron. Nothing could change that. Nothing.

A/N Ok so what did u think? Any thoughts? Well u know what I'm gunna say! Review PLEASE! Thanks!