A/N: Wooo! Chapter 3 is hereee. I would have had this up sooner but I was so busy with school work, and I had Lacrosse practice and on top of that… I'm extremely extremely sick. That and the system was down earlier. But here I am. Don't forget to review guys! They make me happy. And chapter 4 is definitely in the works. I hope you like this chapter. (:

I own absolutely nothing. It all belongs to JK Rowling and I only get to claim the plot. On with the story!

Chapter 3:

Things got progressively worse for Hermione as the weeks went by. She was slowly losing herself and she didn't know how she was able to cope with it any longer. Night after night, her father showed up to her room completely plastered. He would 'play' with her until he was finished, before leaving to his room to go to sleep.

Each night after he left, she would curl up into a ball and cry, before wiping her eyes and taking the blade to her arm. It was so bad, that you could barely see the skin underneath.

She wrote to Ron and Harry a couple of times, but she never received a reply from any of them. Harry, Ron and Ginny were often times seen on the front page of the Daily Prophet, smiling and laughing, obviously living a life of bliss. She glared down at the prophet before throwing it to the ground and crawling into bed. The last thought that she had before closing her eyes was that after tomorrow she would never have to see this hell hole again.

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The next day saw Hermione waking up bright and early. She quickly showered and dressed before making sure that everything was packed for Hogwarts. With one last look around her room she grabbed her stuff and quickly but quietly ran down the stairs.

She looked around making sure her father wasn't around before scurrying to the door. Before she could open it however, she felt a heavy hand grip her shoulder. She winced because it was squeezing her still fresh bruises. Turning around, she

looked up at her father, meeting his eyes. "I forgot you were going back to that freak school of yours," he said, still gripping her shoulder.

"Just remember Hermione Jean… I will always be in the back of your mind. You can't escape me."

He took one last look at her before turning around and stomping back up the stairs. Hermione drew in a shuddering breath before taking one last look back upstairs. She walked out of her childhood house one last time and apparated away.

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Arriving to platform 9 ¾ she quickly got onto the train, stowing her things on the shelves above her. She was sitting in the heads compartment because she didn't feel like facing anyone. She realized just how tired she was before leaning her head against the wall and falling asleep.

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Draco looked around platform 9 ¾ realizing that this was the last time he would be taking the train to school. He looked around before his eyes came to rest on his best friend of 8 years. Blaise Zabini was the one person that he could truly call a friend. He waved him over watching the dark skinned boy jog over to him. Blaise was the same height as Draco at 6ft tall, with dark curly hair.

"Hey Draco," he said, offering the Malfoy heir his hand so that they could shake.

"Hey Blaise. Have a good summer?" He asked, raising one of his eye of his eyebrows. "As well as can be expected I guess. You?" He asked, smirking at the blonde.

"You know as well as I do that my summer kind of sucked. Come on. Let's get on the train," he said, before leading Blaise to the heads compartment. Walking in, Draco and Blaise placed their bags in the overhead compartment, not paying any attention to the girl that was sleeping. They both turned around to sit down when they finally saw her.

"Looks like Granger was tired." Blaise said, looking at the small sleeping girl.

Draco looked up and over at Granger's sleeping figure and really took his time to look over her appearance. Her hair was in soft flowing waves hanging loosely around her shoulders. She was wearing black jeans and a long sleeved red top, with black flats. There were no worry lines around her face when she slept. To put it quite simply, she looked peaceful.

"Looks a bit skinny though, don't you think?" Blaise asked. Draco took another look at her, before realizing that Blaise was right. Granger looked extremely skinny. Her face even looked somewhat gaunt. He looked at Blaise before shrugging. "Not our problem." He glanced over at Granger one more time when he saw some of her shirt ride up. When he looked at her side, he saw what looked like a bruise, but the next second, she moved and it was covered up. Must have been a trick of the light.

He then turned to Blaise and continued talking.

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Darkness. That's all she could see. It was closing in on her at both sides. She couldn't fight it. She couldn't escape it. The next thing that she knew was that her world went black.

Hermione jolted in her sleep, her breathing coming out in sharp breaths, before she heard the sounds of someone clearing their throats. Looking over to the source of the noise, she spotted the two Slytherins who sat there with one of their eyebrows raised. She looked over at them and said "what are you doing in here?"

"Well if you must know Granger, I'm Head Boy and Blaise here is my guest. Gotta problem with that?" Draco said, his eyes daring her to say something and his mouth twisting into that stupid smirk.

"Not at all."

Draco looked at her, surprised that she didn't fight it. Interesting. "So Grange, where are pothead and weasel? I would have thought you three would be inseparable."

Hermione stiffened at the mention of Harry and Ron, but decided not to answer. "I'm going to get dressed." With that, she walked out of the compartment to dress in her uniform.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Hermione followed the rest of the students up to the castle. Arriving at the Great Hall, she looked around and noticed Harry, Ron and Ginny glaring at her from their seats.

She understood that Ginny didn't like her, because the younger girl never did, but she couldn't understand why the boys were acting the way they did. She looked at them one last time before taking a seat at the very end of the Gryffindor table.

When the first years were all sorted, and the Headmaster said his speech, food appeared on the table and Hermione realized she wasn't that hungry. Instead she resorted to pushing the food around on her plate.

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Draco and Blaise sat in the middle of the Slytherin table talking and eating. Draco was continuously pushing Pansy Parkinson's hand off his lap. The stupid girl just couldn't get the hint. Finally he got fed up with her and snapped. "Parkinson! If you do not remove your stupid hand from my lap, I will be forced to remove it for you. And trust me… You won't like it!" He growled menacingly, before she removed her hand and he continued eating.

He felt a nudge on his side and looked over at Blaise with a raised eyebrow. "What?" he said. "Look at Granger," Blaise said, pointing discretely at the Gryffindor table. Draco looked over and saw Granger sitting at the very corner of the table, not talking to anybody. "She's not eating." He pointed out to Blaise. And for some reason, that really bothered him.

He looked down the table and noticed that potter and the two Weasleys were glaring at her with disgust. "What's that about?" Blaise just shrugged his shoulders. "No idea," the other boy responded.

Draco shrugged his shoulders and finished eating when the headmaster called him and Granger up to the front to be shown to their rooms. They all walked up to the 7th floor, to be shown to a picture of a mermaid.

"This is the portrait that will be guarding your room. Choose a password and it will allow you to enter." Professor Dumbledore smiled at them, his eyes twinkling before he walked away.

"Draco looked at Granger before sneering and said, "how about ugly beaver?" He looked at her, waiting for a response before she merely shrugged. The mermaid in the portrait giggled before swinging open, signifying that that was now the new password.

Granger walked in, not even glancing at Draco. He made a disgruntled nose before walking in and looking around. The living area consisted of two armchairs and two sofas by the fire, with a table in the middle. They had their own personal kitchen as well as a shared bathroom.

He looked at her again before smirking. "Well this must look huge compared to the house you live in huh mudblood?" He waited for some sort of scathing remark from her, before she looked at him and then turned around and walked towards her room. She walked inside, before shutting the door with a resounding snap behind her.

Draco made another disgruntled noise as he stared at her shut door. He shook his head before walking into his room and shutting his door as well.

Falling on his bed, his last thoughts before he closed his eyes for the night, were that Granger's eyes were devoid of any emotion. She almost looked like she was dead to him.