Through My Lies

Summary: Ever since her parents were killed by Voldermort and her abusive uncle has taken over, Hermione's life has gone full circle into the hell she now endures everyday. She tries to fool everyone in fear of what would happen if her friends found out the truth. But how long can it last? Who will see finally be able to see through her lies and save her? Rated M to be on the safe side for selt-mutilation (cutting), swearing, and some romance. HGDM!
Disclaimer: All characters (besides Hermione's uncle, Brandon) and settings belong to J.K. Rowling.

Previously...

Forgetting all pretense and all the comebacks she thought of, she raised her hand and attempted to slap the living daylights out of him.

With his quick reflexes, he grabbed her wrist, an inch away from his face. At this, her sleeve fell down, exposing numerous bruises and scars. His eyes went wide.

"Granger..."

Chapter 2

Hermione gasped. She wrenched her arm from his grasp and looked away hurriedly.

"Granger, what happened to you?" Draco was still in shock. Trying to recover from it, he quickly said, "Got beat up by some 10 year old who didn't want to join that little club of yours... SPEW?" He smirked, obviously not knowing the extent of Hermione's problems.

"Not like you'd care," Hermione said, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to brim to the surface. The fear and threat of Malfoy, out of all people, finding out the truth, and the memories of what caused the bruises... everything came rushing to her. She began to panic, 'where is my knife... damn, it's in my trunk!' Hermione thought to herself as she was trying to seek a means of relief.

"You're right, I don't care, so don't get me involved in your petty issues. I have better things to do with my time than to help a mudblood like you." Draco snapped back, although he didn't truly mean it.

"Fine, I don't want you involved anyway!" Hermione stormed out of the compartment.

'The nerve of him...' Hermione thought to herself as she walked past the compartments. She locked herself in the bathroom and looked at herself critically in the mirror and gripped the sink so hard that her knuckles turned white. The Gryffindor splashed her face with cold water and tried to shake the bad memories from her mind. Not succeeding, she silently cursed herself for leaving her knife in her trunk, which was in the compartment with Ron and Harry. Looking around, she spotted a safety pin on top of the sink -it would suffice. She rinsed if off and brought it to the middle of her left arm. Picking a fairly empty spot, she dragged the pin across her flesh. A rush of relief came to greet her. The red color of the blood contrasted beautifully against her skin, as it dripped down across her arm. Hermione made another cut below the previous one, watching as the blood interlaced and pooled in droplets around her. Sighing, she quickly cleaned up and performed a simple spell that would stop the fresh cuts from bleeding. She smoothed out her clothes and hair placidly and proceeded to go find Ron and Harry and to change into her robes.

"I would like to welcome the new students of Hogwarts, and to welcome back the old students." Albus Dumbledore greeted the sea of students, graciously, "Before I make my start-of-the-term speech, I know you have all traveled for a very long time, so... tuck in!"

"Ah, my favorite part of the school year! Start-of-the-term feast," Ron said excitedly as her reached across the table for a drumstick.

"You like anything that involves food, Ron," Hermione replied as she picked at her own food with a fork. She wasn't in the mood for eating, everything was just clouding in her mind and food had no part in it. Sighing heavily, she got up and quickly said, "I'm going to the library..."

"Hermione! The term hasn't even started and you're going to the library!? Besides, you haven't even eaten anything yet," Harry said hastily and he piled food on to her plate. He was trying to take care of her while still trying to hear what Dumbledore was saying in his speech. When Dumbledore finished, Harry turned his attention back to Hermione.

"I just want to catch up on some things, and I'm not hungry. I'll go down to the kitchens later..." Hermione turned and left.

"Miss Granger! Just the person I wanted to see," Dumbledore exclaimed behind Hermione. She abruptly turned around and stopped. "Yes, I would like to show you and Mister Malfoy your living quarters," he calmly turned the corner, expecting Hermione and Draco to follow. Looking at each other briefly, they turned and caught up to Dumbledore.

"Ahhh," they stopped in front of portrait with a regal looking witch, sitting in a tall armchair.

"Password?"

"Unity."

The portrait swung open and the three stepped in. "Wow." Hermione looked around at the room before her in awe. A fire was crackling merrily on the right side of the room. There were comfy looking couches set in front of tables, presumably for homework. The room was colored in very rich gold and silver accents, and it merged the two house colors superbly.

"Mister Malfoy, your room is on the left, and Miss Granger, yours is on the right." And with that, he turned and left them in the room.

Without saying word, Draco walked towards his room and shut the door, leaving Hermione standing there in the middle of the room, still staring. Finally snapping out of her daze, she went to check out her room. 'I'm just going to shower and go to bed...' Hermione thought to herself. She proceeded absentmindedly into the bathroom... "AHHHH!" she quickly closed the door and screamed, "Sorry," into the crack before fully closing the door.

10 minutes later, Draco exited the bathroom into Hermione's room. "Okay, since we both don't want that to happen again, let's get a few things straight...when I'm in the bathroom, you don't use it..."

"Righttt, because I just want to be in the same bathroom as you..."

"I get to use the bathroom first when I want..."

"Fuck off, Malfoy..."

"And I'm using the space above the sink, so take your shit off." He turned to leave.

"Oh no you don't, that's fucked up, I go first because I'm the girl."

"Exactly, girls take forever in the bathroom, so it's only fair that I go first so I don't have to wait for you."

"Yes, we take a while so we need more time to get ready for class."

"So what am I supposed to do, wait for you?"

"Okay, it's obviously we're not going to agree, so how about first come, first served?"

"Fine."

"Fine! Now get out of my room."

"Hurry up, Malfoy!" Hermione banged on the bathroom door the next morning. Twenty minutes later, Draco walked out of the bathroom, shaking his head free of water. "Ugh, took you long enough!" She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. He chuckled and resumed getting ready for the first day of classes.

'The nerve of him," Hermione sighed angrily as she squeezed a little too much toothpaste, out of frustration. "Ugh, I don't know how I'm going to make it through the year with him. Why couldn't they choose someone from Hufflepuff or something. Sometimes, I'd rather just be hom-" She had just reminded herself of him. 'Why does this always happen to me,' she thought to herself.

At breakfast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were looking over their schedules, nodding approvingly at some classes and then letting out a sigh of frustration at others. "Double Potions with Slytherin today..." Ron muttered as he poked violently at his bacon.

"But look, we've got a free period after that, and another one after lunch..." Harry pointed out, "After Potions, you have Arithmancy... but you have a period after lunch, too!" He grinned towards Hermione, which she only returned half-heartedly.

Half an hour later, the trio was bounding toward the greenhouse for Herbology, first period. Ron and Harry were animatedly talking about Quidditch, while Hermione looked around her... she would miss this place, it basically was her home. She didn't want to leave... to go back to him... but after she graduated, she could move out, live in the wizarding world... if he let her.

Dirty, grumbling, and tired, the Gryffindors trudged up the hill after Herbology to History of Magic, and then to Double Potions.

"This is the last year that you will be in this class, practicing the fine art of potion making. The coursework will be hard and the workload will be even harder. The first potion we're brewing is... Veritaserum. A very finicky, complicated, potion that will take about two weeks to brew. You mess up once, and the effects could be disastrous," Snape greeted them all as they took their seats and began to take notes, "Once you are done with your potion, you will test them out on another student, which I will choose when the time comes...start, now," he flicked his wand towards the student cabinet and flipped the board, so the directions were showing.

The potion did prove to be extremely difficult, it had to have exact potion measurings and had to be stirred an exact amount of times starting a certain position. Hermione was muttering and repeating the directions to herself. Next to her, Harry was progressing along at a slower pace, but his potion seemed adequate. Ron was cursing under his breath and his robes caught fire when he leaned too close to his cauldron, but his potion seemed alright, still.

After moving their cauldrons to a seperate part of the classroom, the students exited- Ron and Harry went to the common room as Hermine dashed off to Arithmancy. Upon arriving to class, she realized she was the last one in and the only empty seat was the one next to a certain Slytherin. Grumbling, she tried to sit as far away from him as humanly possible.

During class, her mind drifted off to winter break... she was thinking about Christmas, when she remembered where she was going to be during Christmas. Hermione shuddered and tried to concentrate on her work, but the fear was eating away at her. She was terrified of Brandon and what he would do to her. She began to tear, but tried her best to hold them back, as she scribbled out some equations.

After an hour of waiting and sitting through what seemed like the longest class ever, Hermione was finally rewarded with the lunch bell. She rushed off to the common room, when she heard another set of footsteps behind her. "And where are you going, Granger..." a menacing voice sounded behind her.

She turned around and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, "That's none of your business, Malfoy."

"What's wrong with you."

"Nothing," Hermione replied curtly as she tried to hurry way.

"Oh please, you had fear written all over your face during Arithmancy..." Draco was keeping pace with her.

Hermione glared at him as he moved closer to her, his voice threatening. She was turning to find solace in the Gryffindor common rooms, when he grabbed her arm and whispered dangerously in her ear, "I know somethings wrong and trust me, I'll find out what it is..." he let her go as she stumbled quickly through the portrait of the fat lady, trying to get as far away from everybody... especially him.

End Notes: Well, there's the second chapter xD It's a little shorter than the first, but I wanted to update quickly. All chapters will be around 2000 words, give or take a few hundred. Anyway, I didn't want it to go too fast... like I didn't want Draco finding out anything in the second chapter... maybe he'll find out in the third... and then they'll get together in the 5th or 6th or something, I'm not sure... heh. Anyway, hope you liked that, please review and give your thoughts...going too slow? Perfect pace? I doubt anyone thinks it's moving too fast. ;