AN/ HEY every one thanks for your reviews. And here's the answer to your question Helen. I wrote this story because I was really depressed one day and was reading stories about Hermione being abused by not only her father but Harry, Ron, and Voldemort. :p But don't worry things will get much better for her I promise.

Chapter 2

Hermione landed on a hearth rug in what appeared to be a study. Pain shot through her ribcage.

"Ow," she groaned placing a hand on her ribs and feeling carefully. "I must've broken a rib or two." Slowly Hermione got up off the floor. Looking to her right she saw that Crookshanks was having a fit in his carrier. She slowly unlocked it and as soon as she opened the door the orange fluff ball shot out like a bullet and out through a crack in the door. Groaning and bracing herself on the red leather chair behind a mahogany desk Hermione pulled herself up. Slowly she made her way to the door passing two red leather chairs that were in front of the desk. The walls were covered in books and the room smelled of musty cologne mixed with the smell of pine wood burning. Hermione grabbed the gold handle of the oak door with an eagle carved into it.

Hermione opened the door to reveal a large entrance way with a black marble floor and double stairs that went on either side of the walls and met at the first floor. The room was very large. The ceiling climbed to about 30 stories high and there was a very large crystal chandelier that gave off a soft glow. Large windows stood beside the large double oak doors. There was a grand father clock near the door she had just come out of. The clock read 8:05 pm. Hermione looked confused.

"Hmm… where ever my new family lives we're an hour a behind from the Grangers," whispered Hermione. Again she cringed at the thought of her adoptive parents. What would the police say when they found the bodies? Would they think that she killed them since she wasn't there? Or would they simply find the adoption papers and think that she went to live with her real family? Maybe she would ask Dumbledore for help but the thought was shot out of her mind quickly when a piercing pain shot through her body. As if in slow motion Hermione felt herself fall and hit the floor the pain increasing.

"Meow?" came Crookshanks as he liked her face.

"Crookshanks," she said weakly. "Find help. Find Blaise or my parents. Go quickly."

With that Crookshanks shot around the corner and out of sight. Hermione shut her eyes tightly and groaned holding her side.

Meanwhile…

The room was covered in shelves and shelves of books, with leather chairs and sofas scattered around for reading on. A small fire was crackling in the fireplace. One boy lay on a green hearth rug, his spiky platinum blonde hair stood every which way with gel as his silver steel eyes scanned the pages of a brown leather book that lay in front of him. This boy was Draco Malfoy. Draco had grown a lot cuter over the summer not to mention cut his hair. He grew to a height of 6'1" and Quidditch had really done him well. He wore a dark green muscle tee where his six-pack was clearly visible, loose baggy black jeans, and black army boots. Another boy sat in a black armchair beside him. His black hair fell in his ocean eyes as they too scanned the pages of a book only this one was a green hard covered book. This boy was Blaise Zabini, Draco's best friend. He too stood about 6'0" - 6'1" and was well toned also do to Quidditch practice. He wore a light blue shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and black and blue vans. Just then something orange shot across Draco's vision and landed in Blaise's lap.

"What the fuck?" said Draco as he turned around from where he was laying to look up at Blaise and a cat? Blaise just stared at the cat.

"Um… Hi?" he said. Crookshanks jumped off his lap and ran to the door and sat there meowing. Blaise looked at Draco. "What's going on? Where'd he come from?"

"I don't know but he looks familiar and I think he wants us to follow him," said Draco getting up off the floor. Blaise followed and they both ran after Crookshanks who bolted out the door as soon as they stood. They chased the cat down the corridor to the entrance hall where they saw a body laying on the ground.

"Holly Fuck, MIA," yelled Blaise as he ran to Hermione's unconscious body.

"Are you sure that's Mia?" asked Draco.

"Of course I'm sure," said Blaise as he turned Hermione over so that she was face up. Her pendent fell out of her shirt.

"It's Granger. Just like you said?" Blaise nodded to Draco.

"Yep." Blaise showed Draco the eagle necklace and he merely nodded. Blaise started to move her only to have her grunt in pain though she stayed unconscious. Blaise looked her over slowly noticing the bruise forming on her cheek. He raised her shirt just a little to look at her stomach for any bruising.

"Oh my god," stated Draco as they saw a huge black and blue bruise on the right side of her ribcage. "Who did this to her? The muggles?"

"I don't know but we have to help her," said Blaise.

"Here I'll get here up to her room you call your parents and a doctor," said Draco as he bent down to Hermione.

"Be careful with her."

"Don't worry Blaise, I know what I'm doing. When Lucius (sp?) was around I had to help my mom all the time. So just go," Draco replied as he pushed Blaise away. Blaise stood and ran off down the hall to find a phone. Draco carefully got on the left side of Hermione and picked her up bridal style. Hermione groaned and tried to move around a little as if scared.

"Shh, Mia It's alright. You're safe now," said Draco softly. She calmed down immediately. Hot tears started to leak out from her eyelids. Draco looked at her with sadness in his eyes. He held her body close to his chest and kissed her forehead before moving up the stairs. He carried her down the hall to a mahogany door. Pushing the door open with his foot he walked over to the queen sized bed in the middle of the room and laid her down. Carefully he pulled the sheets from under her. He took off her shoes then placed the blankets on top of her. Draco then went to a door in the room and opened to reveal a bathroom. Grabbing a wash cloth from the towel rack he ran it under some cold water. After he rung it out he walked back into the bedroom and sat beside Hermione. He placed the wash cloth on her forehead.

Hermione feeling something cold touch her forehead let out a soft whimper and started to move a little. Draco sat there watching as she slowly opened her eyes.

Hermione's POV

I felt something cool on my forehead and slowly opened my eyes. As I opened them the first thing I saw was a boy with spiked up blonde hair and sliver eyes and he was smiling at me. His eyes looked so familiar to me then finally after about a minute I realized who he was.

"Mal… Malfoy?" I said weakly.

Draco's POV

I watched as Mia opened her eyes slowly after I placed the cool cloth on her forehead. Her honey brown eyes locked with mine and I smiled at her. She looked confused at first but after about a minute she spoke.

"Mal… Malfoy?" she asked weakly. I smiled again.

"It's alright Mia, you're safe now. No one's going to hurt you," I said softly as I stroked her un-bruised cheek with my hand. She closed her eyes and took my hand in hers. There she held it in hers softly.

"Thank you," she whispered. At this my smile grew wider. For some reason even though she and I never got along in the past there was just something about her that I liked. But this feeling had started in third year when she got the guts to punch me in the nose. From that point in time I held a small amount of respect for Granger and as I watched her over the years I watched at how she matured and grown to be actually quite attractive minus the bushy hair. She had filled in somewhat in the right places.

I lowered my head down to hers and gently put my forehead on hers. "I'm sorry." She looked up at me confused.

"For what?"

"For the past six years of torment and calling you a mudblood. I never would have if I had known that you were Blaise's sister. I only just found out not to long ago. "

Flashback Normal POV

Draco entered the Zabini Manor by the floo network. He landed softly on the hearth rug. Standing up he adjusted his traveling cloak and shifted the bag he carried to the other shoulder. The red leather chair behind the desk turned and there sat Blaise with a big grin on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" asked Draco as he dusted off his clothes. He watched as Blaise pulled his family necklaceheirloom out of his shirt. The eagle's eyes were glowing. Draco looked at Blaise quizzically.

"She knows. She's coming home," said Blaise as he jumped up from his chair and started to do his victory dance.

"Who are you talking about?"

Blaise stopped dancing and grabbed Draco's shoulders shaking him a little.

"Mia, she's coming home." At this both boys grinned, Blaise's getting wider.

"Excellent! Now I get to meet her," said Draco as he started for the office door.

"Um Draco," said Blaise slowly making Draco stop in his tracks and turn to his friend. "You already know her."

End Flashback Draco's P.O.V

"And that's when he told me that you were his sister," I told her. Mia just lay there staring at me the whole time. After about a minute she nodded her head.

"Wh-where's Blaise? My Parents?" she asked weakly her voice cracking just slightly but not much to sound horrid.

"Blaise is calling for a doctor and your parents. They had to go to a meeting, party thing." She nodded again and closed her eyes, her body shifting slightly as if to get comfortable. Brushing a strand of hair I smiled and watched her. She had fallen asleep again and that was a good thing.

Normal P.O.V

Blaise stood in the doorway to Mia's room and watched the interaction between her and Draco. He was surprised that they weren't screaming at each other. There was a faint pop behind him and Blaise turned to see a Medi-witch wearing a long white coat. Her red hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck and her blue eye's scanned Blaise.

"Where is the girl?" she asked.

"Right this way doctor," Blaise bowed and led the her into the room. Draco stood quickly at they're arrival.

"She fell asleep again," he told them. The doctor made her way over to Mia and Draco stepped back. The doctor quickly looked her over then turned to the boys.

"Okay thank you boys now I think it's about time you left," she said as she began to shoo them out of the room.

"But…" started Blaise but the door a mere inches from his face cut him off. Blaise looked upset at not being able to stay with his sister.

"Who does she think she is? She can't just kick me out like that," said Blaise as he made to go back in the room though Draco stopped him.

"It's alright Blaise. She probably wants us out so she can check to see if the muggles raped her. I really don't think you want to see that part of your sister, do you?" said Draco calmly. Blaise's face went red as he looked from the door to Draco.

"Of course not," he said, his face still red. Draco laughed.

Fifteen minutes later Draco was sitting on the floor just outside the door while Blaise was getting on his nerves by pacing back and forth. The boys were startled when two loud pops echoed through the room and a man and women appeared before them. Draco jumped immediately to his feet.

"Mr. and Mrs. Zabini," he said. The two people looked at him.

"Hello Draco," said Mr. Zabini. He was a tall man about 6'4", his short black hair was slicked back with gel, as his blue eyes darted between the two boys. He wore long black dress robes that swept the floor. Mrs. Zabini stood beside her husband at 5'6 ½". Her long black hair was held tightly in a French twist at the back of her head with two curly stands falling oh either side of her face. She wore beautiful blue sleeveless satin gown with matching shawl.

"Where's my daughter?" she asked them, her honey brown eyes filling with tears.

"Mia's in her room with the Medi-witch. She wouldn't let us stay in…" Blaise stopped mid-sentence as the door behind him opened. Immediately Mrs. Zabini rushed into the room and to her daughter's side. Mr. Zabini looked at the doctor.

"How is she?"

"She'll pull through if that's what you mean," started the doctor. "She has some cuts and bruises and three broken ribs. I've given her potions that should work fairly quickly. She'll be fine in the morning, sore, but fine."

"Thank you doctor," smiled Mr. Zabini as he gave the witch a small bow. She gave them a little smile then disappeared with a pop. Mr. Z (An: I'll call him that from now on.) turned to the boys. "Well, shall we go in?" The two of them nodded and followed him into the room.

Mrs. Z had pulled a chair up to Mia's bed and was now holding her hand in one of hers as the other stroked Mia's hair. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched her daughter sleep.

"How could those despicable muggles do this to my daughter?" snapped Mrs. Z as three boys neared. Mr. Z took her by the shoulders.

"Come on Ana. We should all get some sleep. She'll be fine in the morning." Mr. Z lead his wife out of the room but stopped at the door to look at Draco and Blaise.

"I take it your staying the night, Draco?" he asked. Draco gave a little bow and a nod.

"Yes sir," he replied. Mr. Z smiled.

"Well then your welcome to the guest room." And with that he led his wife out of the room and up a flight of stairs to their bedroom. Blaise turned to Draco.

"Come on we better get some sleep too," he said. Leaning over Mia he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. "See you in the morning sis." Draco merely squeezed her hand gently before the two boys walked out of the room shutting the door behind them, though not before a large orange fluff ball managed to make his way into the room. Jumping on the bed Crookshanks curled himself into a ball beside Mia and fell asleep, wondering what the morning would bring for his owner.