A/N: Woo! Here is chapter two for you guys! So I hope you enjoy it and please don't forget to review. They make me happy. This chapter also introduces a certain gorgeous character that you all love to love and love to hate. And WARNING… This chapter contains rape, so if that concerns any of you I suggest you not read it. So with that… On with the show! Oh yeah… I don't own any of this but the plot. Anything you recognize belongs to the lovely JK Rowling.

Chapter 2

Over the next couple of weeks, the same thing happened to Hermione. Her father would go out, get drunk and then come home and beat her senseless. By the time August rolled around, there was not an inch of her body that wasn't black and blue.

On a warm sunny Tuesday when Hermione knew that her father was out, she decided to make the trip to Diagon Alley. She looked down at her arms and where there used to be completely clean and unblemished skin, there were different crisscross marks. After the first couple of beatings Hermione realized that she needed an outlet for everything. She couldn't scream, for fear of her father hearing her, so one day when he was out, she walked to the kitchen to sift through the drawers. She came across one of her father's blades before lightly pressing it against her skin.

Looking at it, she dug it a little deeper against her forearm before making a small clean cut and watching the blood flow out of her arms. Now as she looked back at both of her arms, there really wasn't any inch of her skin that was left unmarked.

She walked over to her closet and grabbed a long sleeved pink shirt and pulled it over her head making sure none of her skin was exposed. She then pulled on a pair of her dark blue jeans and some tennis. Making sure that none of her was showing, she walked out of the door and to one of the apparition points, making sure that none of her neighbors were watching, before she disappeared.

She arrived at the Leaky Cauldron before giving a small wave to Tom, before walking on through to Diagon Alley. A couple of days ago an owl came bearing the school crest and telling her that she had made Head Girl, she was super excited and thought that getting her books sooner would help her cope. She saw various witches and wizards alike talking and laughing and it made her smile. Last year, her best friend Harry Potter defeated Voldemort for good, so now nobody had to live in fear anymore.

The first stop she had to make was Flourish and Blotts to get all of her books. Walking around, she already had her stack of books in hand. She was so caught up in trying not to touch any of her cuts or hurt her bruises that she wasn't watching where she was going. She bumped into a hard body before feeling herself start to fall. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact before feeling strong hands wrap around the tops of her arms. She let out a hiss of pain as the hands accidentally hit her bruises before she opened her eyes coming face to face with a chest. She slid her eyes up the chest and shoulders, before looking into the eyes of Draco Malfoy.

Her eyes opened wide before she stumbled to get out of his grip. Malfoy looked down at her before sneering slightly, "Watch where you're going mudblood." He then wiped his hands on his shirt before sneering one last time and walking away. Unbeknownst to Hermione, the grey eyed boy walked behind the case of books to watch her. She slowly bent down to pick up her books, muttering obscenities about how stupid Malfoy was under her breath. She brought the book up a little too close to her stomach hitting the more sensitive bruises and she let out a small cry of pain.

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Draco was having an off day. He was having a very off day and he kept forgetting things that he was supposed to remember. Ever since the fall of Voldemort, he would have his good days and he would have his off days. His father was put in Azkaban, where Draco wanted him to stay forever and rot away there until he died, so that it was just him and his mother. He no longer had to worry about doing anything to upset his father and he was free to do as he pleased.

His mother was doing a whole lot better with the situation than Draco first thought she would, but she's taking it one day at a time. A couple of days earlier, Draco received his Hogwarts letter stating that he made the position of Head Boy, and he was extremely proud of himself. Although he definitely already knew who the Head Girl was. It's probably going to be that mudblood Granger. I just know it. He knows the war is over and he never even really believed in all of that blood crap anyways, but old habits die hard and he wasn't going to tell her that.

Now here he is, standing behind the bookshelf and watching that stupid know it all Granger. He noticed how she had winced earlier when he gripped her arms to keep her from falling and it got him curious. He watched her pick up her books, and saw one hit her stomach. He quickly moved his eyes to her face, and watched how her face twisted in pain.

He raised his eyebrow and looked on. Interesting. I wonder what that's about. He then shook his head before going back to purchase his books. What do I care anyways? I don't give a damn about Granger or her stupid problems. With that, her paid for his books, looked back at her one more time, before walking out and apparating away.

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Hermione quickly grabbed the rest of the items she needed before shrinking them and putting them all inside of her purse. She walked around Diagon Alley for a couple more hours before glancing at her watch and letting out a small breath. It was already 7! Her father could be home any minute! She let out a small shit! Before apparating herself back home. She let out a breath, looking around and not seeing her dad around before she started walking towards the stairs.

Before she could make it father than two steps, she was grabbed roughly by the hair and thrown into one of the walls. She hit it with a thud before letting out a small cry of pain. She then looked up into the angry face of her dad.

"Where the fuck were you Hermione?! Huh?!" He screamed into her face, his alcohol scented breath wafting over her.

"I-I went out t-to by my school books," she said, already hating it that she was stuttering. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet so that she was standing. "Oh yea. For that freak school you go to." He looked at his daughter before he brought his other hand up to her face lightly stroking it. "You look so much like your mother. The same colored skin, the nose, those eyes." He then leaned in closer to her, stroking her hair. "Beautiful hair like this."

Hermione's eyes got wider with each word that her father was saying. "Dad what are you doing?!" She tried struggling away from him, but his grip on her arms became painfully tight. "Don't fight it 'ermione. So beautiful." He forcefully grabbed her by the hair, dragging her along behind him, as she kicked and screamed for him to let her go. He then pushed her down to the ground before getting on top of her with a crazed look in his eyes. "Dad please! Please don't do this dad! Please stop!" Tears started coming harder out of her eyes as she begged her dad to stop.

She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She let out a louder scream feeling him pulling her jeans and panties down as she continued struggling against him.

He then brought his hand up, bringing it down hard across her face, making her cry out. "Shh, baby it'll all be over soon." Ignoring her cries, he then quickly took off the clothing that was separating them and then quickly plunged himself inside his own daughter. She screamed loudly in pain as she felt her dad take away her innocence, tears streaming down her face. When he was finished with her, he quickly got up before stumbling away to his room to sleep.

She didn't know how long she was laying on the ground for, before she tried getting up, her body feeling sore. She looked at the ground where she was laying, noticing the blood all over the floor. She couldn't believe her dad, someone that she used to trust with all of her might, just raped her. She stifled a sob, before getting to her knees and crawling upstairs to her room.

She finally made it to her bedroom and crawled over to where she kept her blade. Gripping it in one of her hands, she sad against the wall, the feel of it cooking off her naked back. She looked down at her arms before gripping the blade again, and making clean cuts across her older ones. She let the cry tear through her lips as she brought her knees up to her chest.

Still staring at the blood that was flowing from her arms and onto the floor, she saw drops of her tears mixing together with it. That warm August night saw the innocence ripped away from a 17 year old girl. That nice, Hermione Granger may have just been lost forever.