Chapter 1

A/N: Also posted on wattpad so don't be alarmed if you see it there as well

"For the last time Hermione, stop trying to mess this up for me," her mother grits her teeth.

Hermione sobs as she sinks to the floor of her room, "Mom just please believe me! I can't do it anymore."

She snaps, "I was lucky to find someone who wanted to marry into this family with you being a witch. Daniel is very good to me and to you. I don't understand why you insist on trying to ruin the first good thing to happen to me since your father left. You didn't used to be such an attention whore. I'm disappointed in you Hermione."

"I was raped!" She screamed at her mother. Giant tears streamed down her face. "He rapes me every time I'm home Mum! Why does no one believe me?!"

Her mother storms up to her quicker than ever before and slaps her hard across the face. She lowers her voice as Hermione clutches her cheek with shaking hands. "Don't you ever say that again. You hear me? I've had enough of your fucking lies and that's an awful thing to lie about. I don't know what they teach you about at that witch school of yours, but it won't fly in my house. You're lucky Daniel and Finn aren't here right now. When you leave for school tomorrow, you better put on a smile. And when you come home for winter break, I expect this act to be done."

Hermione's heart feels like it's shattering into a million pieces. Her own mother. The woman who had always been so loving. Who had stuck up for her and stayed after her father walked out on them when she was 4. When she had gotten her letter to Hogwarts, she had been so excited. She studied all summer long and was determined to be the best, hoping it would make her father want to come back. But he never did. Then, when she was 13, her mother married Daniel.

The first two years of school she was happy. So happy. She would always talk in class and to her classmates.

At first it was okay. He was nice enough. He had a son who was two years older than her. She had always wanted a sibling to play with and they got along well. But then Finn's games got weirder and he started sneaking into her bedroom at night and climbing into her bed. He'd touch her and she'd try to push him off, but he'd tell her it was one of their games. It kept happening and when she told him she was going to tell on him, he beat her black and blue. He was an undiagnosed psychopath. She was sure of it.

Eventually, she didn't just look forward to going to school to learn, but to escape the monster at home that seemed to haunt her every time she closed her eyes.

She hugged her knees to her chest, trying desperately to ignore her aching heart. The door shut downstairs and both of them looked up. Her mother sighed, "Hermione, I refuse to keep having the same conversation with you over and over. Grow up."

And with that she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her so hard that Hermione flinched. A sob escaped her mouth and she quickly covered it with her hand to muffle her cries. It was dark outside already, just a few more hours until she would leave to catch the train to Hogwarts. It was her final year and she was head girl. Just one more year, and then she could be whatever she wanted. She just had to make it through one more year.

She didn't know how long she sat on the floor of her room lost in her thoughts before her door creaked open and she shivered seeing who it was.

He closed the door behind him and clicked the lock. Finn's tall frame stood over her, his shaggy brown hair falling to his shoulders, those dark cold eyes staring down at her. She hugged her arms closer to her chest.

"Come on Doll. Don't be like that. I just wanna play a game with you before you go back to school. I'm gonna miss you so much. When you miss me though, just know that I'm jerking off to your pretty face and tight little pussy."

She felt like she was going to throw up. "Please Finn. Please don't."

"Get on the bed."

She shakes her head violently and backs up farther against the wall.

"Don't make me fuck you right here on your floor."

She doesn't move. He climbs over her and lays her down, slamming her back onto the floor. Pain shoots up her spine. She struggles underneath him. She tries to push him away but he grabs her wrists and pins her down so hard she knows she'll have bruises for weeks. Looks like it's gonna be long sleeves for awhile.

Her bedroom door closes quietly, signaling that Finn left. She lays on the floor, her clothing ripped, shivering. Slowly, she makes her way up to stumble into her bathroom before hurling her guts up in the toilet. She can't stop shaking. It's always the same after it happens. She's never gotten used to it.

She pulls off the rest of her clothes, sticking them in the trash can and climbs into the shower, turning the water on the hottest setting hoping it'll burn her skin off. She stands in the water and scrubs her skin raw over and over. Her face is wet but she's not sure what's shower water and what's tears.

When she finally gets out of the shower, she wraps the towel tightly around herself, still not feeling clean, and she just stands there. She can't seem to make herself move. So she just stands there on the cold bathroom tile.