A/N: Here's another chapter for you guys! I figured that because you wonderful humans are being super amazing by reviewing, that I would put this chapter up sooner. Don't you all just love Luna? She's amazingly weird. We're having a dodgeball tournament fundraiser this Saturday to support the Women's Lacrosse team, so I was out in the quad today handing out flyers. I love talking to people. It's all about the Lax life guys. (: Anyways please review! You wonderful humans make me smile with all of your lovely comments!

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Chapter 6:

Hermione woke up the next day with the biggest headache in the world. She knew what today was, and she only hoped that Malfoy wouldn't ask her any questions that would make her divulge her darkest secrets. She got out of her bed and walked over to her vanity looking at herself in the mirror. She almost couldn't recognize herself anymore.

The blackness under her eyes made her look like she had permanent black eyes. It made her skin look pale and splotchy. She rolled up her sleeves and looked at the dark red lines that marred her skin, leaving the skin dark and red.

Walking over to her closet, she put on a dark red long sleeved shirt and then pulled her grey sweater over it. She then put her skirt on, zipping it up and then pulled her stockings up before slipping on her shoes. She then pulled her cloak over her before grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulders, before walking out of the door and out of her common room and down to the great hall.

She walked into the Great Hall, before sitting down at the edge of her table. She pushed her food around on her plate before feeling someone sit on the bench next to her. She looked up before looking over to the side, and to her surprise, she saw Luna sitting on the bench next to her piling her plate with food.

"Luna, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked the younger girl in surprise. "I'm eating breakfast with you Hermione," Luna smiled over at her as she continued eating.

Hermione smiled slightly before picking up her fork, and nibbling a bite of her food. Before she could say two words to Luna, she heard a noise behind her, both of the girls turning around.

When they turned around, they saw an angry looking Ginny standing behind them, her arms crossed over her chest. "Luna… What are you doing sitting with HER?" Ginny spat out, her eyes glazed over in anger.

"I'm eating breakfast with her Ginny. What does it look like? Or can you not tell because the Bumbling Risers or floating around you today?" Luna at that moment looked at Ginny with a look that was out of character for the normally whimsical girl.

"But didn't you hear about all of the horrible things she did to me?!" Ginny practically screeched, her cheeks turning as red as her hair.

"That look doesn't suit you Ginny. It only makes you look like you have a fever." Luna said, gazing steadily at the other girl, and how her face was turning even redder. "And I don't believe them. Hermione has been nothing but nice, and I don't for one second believe that she could do anything so mean. So if you don't mind, we would like it if you could leave us alone please. We're trying to eat." And with that, Luna turned back around, and continued her breakfast.

Hermione continued to look at Ginny, who glared at Hermione before huffing and stomping out of the Great Hall.

She looked over at Luna, a look of gratitude on her face, before giving her a small smile. "Thank you Luna. That meant so much to me." She whispered slightly, her face turning pink.

Luna smiled over at Hermione before nodding her head. "Of course. I meant every word of it. We're friends Hermione."

Hermione smiled and nodded her head as well. "Yes. We are." She continued nibbling on small bites of her food, before standing up. "Where are you headed now Luna?" She asked the younger blonde girl. "Herbology." She answered with a smile before walking out of the Great Hall with the brunette. As soon as they were in the entrance hall Luna smiled at Hermione.

"Well I will leave you here Hermione. I'll see you later okay?" She smiled once more at the older girl before turning and walking outside towards the greenhouse. Hermione smiled at Luna's back before whispering, "See you later Luna," And turning and walking down towards the dungeons towards potions.

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Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table with Blaise talking quietly to him. "Are you ready for potions today?" Blaise asked his blonde friend. Draco shook his head in answer. "Not at all. But I have to be don't I?"

Blaise then nodded his head across the hall. "Look. Weaselette, ten o'clock." Draco snapped his head up and noticed the look on the younger ginger's face. He then smirked slightly and noticed the look on the person's face that was talking to her. "Look at Lovegood."

Blaise glanced up and smirked also. "I've never seen that look on her face before. It suits her." Draco glanced over at his friend raising his eyebrow. "What? I'm not saying I fancy her or anything. I'm just saying that that look suits her." At the continued look by his friend he shoved his shoulder. "Oh shut up Draco and let's get to class." With that, Blaise stood up, beckoning his friend to follow him, before walking with him down to the dungeons.

Draco shook his head and followed Blaise, getting into his seat next to Granger, two seconds before Slughorn got into the classroom.

"Everybody here? Excellent! Grab your potions everyone and get to testing them!" Slughorn then sat at the front of the room, grading papers as everyone else grabbed their potions.

"I'll go first Granger, so bottoms up!" With that Draco tipped his head back and swallowed the Veritaserum. He got a glazed look in his eyes and waited for Granger to ask her questions.

She first started with a simple one. "What's your full name?" She asked him. "Draco Lucius Malfoy." He answered. "How old are you?" "17."

She needed to know the answer to this next question. "Do you still think of me as a mudblood?" He looked at her, having no choice but to answer this next question. "Not anymore."

"How do you feel about your father being in Azkaban?" She knew she shouldn't, but she needed to know. "I'm glad that he's there. I hate him." Draco answered, and in his mind, he was screaming obscenities at her, for asking him that question.

His eyes then unfogged and he stared at Granger, fury clear in his eyes. "You shouldn't have asked me that question Granger." He whispered, his voice taking on a deadly tone. "Your turn." As soon as he said those words, he saw something flicker in her eyes.

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Hermione was terrified. She really didn't want to drink the potion, but she knew that she had no choice. She shakily reached forward, grabbing the potion and bringing it to her lips, before swallowing it, her eyes taking over a glazed look this time.

Malfoy started with the basics as well this time. "What is your full name?" He asked. "Hermione Jean Granger." "How old are you?" "17."

He then licked his lips and knew that it was time to ask his questions. The ones that he desperately wanted answers to. "Why do you get nightmares and what are they about?" He asked her.

He saw her eyes slowly fill with tears before she answered. "My mother died this summer. Now my father drinks. He blames me for it. He raped me multiple times this summer, and beat me. I have nightmares about him." She whispered, not having any choice but to tell her worst enemy, everything that happened to her.

Malfoy's eyes widened in horror, watching as the tears fell down her face. "The bruises that I've seen on you? Those are from him aren't they?" He asked her, still staring at her face.

She looked at him with nothing but heartbreak on her face. "Yes." She whispered brokenly. "I've seen cuts… Did he do that to you as well?" Draco asked, afraid of the answer. "No… I did those myself." She whispered, before her eyes came back to normal.

She looked up at Malfoy, more of her tears spilling down her face. "Why? Why would you do something so cruel?" Before he could say two words to her she grabbed her stuff and ran out of the room, not looking back at him once.

She ran down the halls as fast as she could go. She didn't know where she was going, only that she needed to get as far away from him, as far away from that classroom as possible. Her feet hurt, her lungs were screaming for air, as she ran up and down several flights of stairs, never stopping until she got to her destination.

Before she knew it, she was in Moaning Murtle's bathroom. She then collapsed on the floor, and let out a gut wrenching sob. Malfoy knew her secret, he was going to tell everyone. He knew, and there was no way to stop.

She stood up and looked at her reflection before taking her fist and slamming it as hard has possible into the glass. She didn't care that her knuckles were bleeding, she didn't feeling the throbbing, she only wanted her heart to stop hurting. She hated her mom for dying. She hated her dad, for taking her innocence away from her. And she hated Malfoy for using the Veritaserum against her and making her tell him her secrets. She just wanted everything to stop hurting.

She hated Ginny for turning everyone against her. And she Hated Harry and Ron for not sticking by her. She was done living this life where everything seemed to be against her.

She grabbed the broken piece of the mirror and gripped it in her hands. She then brought the piece to her arm right where she knew her vein was. She was so tired of living and so tired of trying. She was just done. And she knew that it wasn't going to stop until she was dead.

She sat on the floor and swiped the glass shard across her arm. She then laid down on the floor, watching her blood flow out of her, and onto the tile floor. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in her life, Hermione didn't feel any pain, she knew that she was so close to being free, that she didn't hear the wailing sounds of the ghost who haunted the bathroom screaming out for help.

She was so close to being free, that she didn't hear the stomping footsteps of Harry Potter or see his emerald eyes gazing at her prone form in terror.

Hermione closed her eyes, and everything went black.