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Broken, Not Yet Defeated

Disclaimer: Everything except the plot belongs to J.K Rowling.

Warning; this fic contains self-harm, abuse and coarse language.

Chapter Two

It was the first night back at Hogwarts and Hermione was lying tossing and turning in her bed not being able to sleep; her back was hurting and there was no way that she would go to Madame Pomfrey to get a pain potion for it. No one could know. Besides she, just as her Father always said, deserved to be punished. It had taken awhile before she had accepted that she deserved the pain; he was right she was ugly, worthless and fat. She was weak.

Hermione quietly got out of her bed; her roommates were sleeping soundly, she grabbed her wand and put on her robe before leaving the room. The castle was quiet as she walked to the Prefect's bathroom; she had decided that a bath would probably help her deal with the pain on her back and help her relax. After whispering the password Hermione walked into the bathroom, undressed and got in the bath.

Fourteen years old Hermione was sitting by her desk in her room doing some homework. Chewing on her quill she frowned before writing something down. There was a knock on the door.

"Hermione," her Mum said, "Your father and I are leaving for work now. I will see you later when we get home," she walked over to where her daughter was sitting and kissed her on the top of her head. "Bye sweetheart."

"Bye," Hermione said before writing something down on the parchment in front of her.

It was close to four pm before she got up from her position at the desk, stretching her arms over her head before getting up. Her parents would be home soon; they usually came home around half past four on Fridays. Hermione walked downstairs and decided to eat an apple and watch some TV; she lazily zapped between the channels before picking some comedy on the film channel.

It wasn't until the film had ended that Hermione noticed how much the time was – a quarter to six and her parents were not home. Usually when they were late they would call or text her but after checking her mobile phone she began to worry. No missed calls and no new text messages.

This isn't like them, the young witch thought as she nibbled on her bottom lip. I should call them and make sure that they are alright.

Hermione lifted the cordless phone up in the hall dialing the number to her parents work, she had had the number to their practice memorized since she was ten. She waited and waited but no one picked up. After hanging up she tried calling their mobiles; her Mum's went to voicemail but her Dad's kept on ringing until his voice could be heard telling her to leave a message.

It wasn't until after eight that the phone rang and Hermione took a breath of relief; it was her parents that were telling her that they were fine and on their way home. Only it wasn't, on the other line an unfamiliar woman's voice could be heard.

"Miss Granger?" she said.

"Y-yes… Who are you?" Hermione began pacing in the living room; a strange woman calling after her parents not coming home could not be a good thing.

"Miss Granger?" the woman said, "Do you have anyone that you can stay with?"

"I don't need to stay somewhere – my parents will be home soon. I don't know who you are…"

"Miss Granger, I am deeply sorry but your parents…"

As the stranger kept on talking Hermione fell down in a pile on the floor dropping the phone in the process. Tears were streaming down her face as she hugged her knees rocking back and forth.

"Miss Granger? Hello?" the woman said in the phone. "Someone will be with you shortly."

Hermione screamed.

Hermione opened her eyes and shook her head realizing that she must have fallen asleep; there was no way that she would let that memory surface if she had been awake. She touched her cheek; it was wet and she realized that she must have been crying in her sleep. Crying was weakness.

Angrily Hermione got out of the bath, drying herself off with a towel from one of the shelves and then wrapping it around her.

I can't breathe, she thought. Make it stop. It hurts.

Walking over to where her robe lie on the floor she stuck her hand into one of the pockets taking out a compact from it; she lifted the powder puff up picking a razorblade up.

Please go away, she thought as she sat down at the edge of the tub stretching one of her legs out in front of her.

Her heart began to beat faster as she put the razorblade against her thigh after lifting the towel up a little. It had been two days since she had felt the rush going through her body as she cut. As Hermione cut she began to feel better; she could breathe again and the pain in her chest was slowly disappearing. She was an addict getting her fix; every time she began to feel those familiar symptoms she pressed the metal against her skin watching the blood surface. Hermione smiled as she continued to press the blade against her soft skin.

There was a bang on the door, startled the witch put the blade down on the edge of the tub, "Someone's in here," she yelled hoping the intruder would go away.

"Granger? Draco Malfoy said making Hermione groan." You have been in there in two fucking hours – trying to wash that mud away are you? Well good luck with that, there's not enough water in the world to clean your dirty…" There was a click, Hermione's eyes widened as she realized that he must have unlocked the door with his wand.

"I mean seriously Granger you are…" Malfoy stopped midsentence, his grey eyes staring at the girl on the edge of the tub. "What the fuck?" he said.

Hermione stood up; blood was running down her right leg dripping down on the floor. "Fuck off, Malfoy," she hissed as she stalked over to her pile of clothes and then picked her wand up healing her cuts. Her brown eyes fell on the blonde still standing near the door.

"If you tell anyone, Malfoy, I will kill you," she said as she threw her robe over her towel and then pointed her wand at him her eyes filled with hatred. "I mean it, one word."

Malfoy heard the door shut behind him and stared at the scene before him. Taking out his wand he quickly used a cleaning spell on the floor. Something on the edge of the bath tub caught his attention.

"This must be Granger's," he said quietly to himself and then his eyes fell up on the dried blood on whatever it was. Granger's blood and it was red, in fact it look very much like his own.

Malfoy had no idea why but he used a cleaning spell on the item and then pocketed it before undressing. He really was in need of a relaxing bath.