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Scars	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17581 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

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The next week was unbearable for Hermione. She kept up her routine of making breakfast in the morning for everyone but this time Molly joined her.

Ron never uttered a word.

By week’s end, Molly was taking over her kitchen again, glad to be back in her element. By that weekend, Hermione had had it. Tired of his avoiding and feeding him to nothing more than a grunt she decided to confront him.

“Ron...”

“What do you want?” he snapped at her

“What is your problem?”

“You are. You’re supposed to stay with m... us. “

Hermione didn’t miss that slip. “We broke up months ago Ron, MONTHS. We agreed it was for the best. You were hoping I’d be the wife you wanted, just like your mom. I cannot sit in this house alone anymore!”

“Oh how the high and mighty have fallen”, he sneered. “Problems being a house witch?”

“No, I kept you fed didn’t I? That’s not me Ron. Your mom is a brilliant witch; I’m not saying she’s not. But we have different values. I want to go to school and learn and have a career of my own.”

“You’re hopeless” she heard him mutter.

“Maybe.” She replied and watched the realization on his face that she had heard him, “but you are heartless.”

Hermione left him standing in the hall and went to pack her bags. She sat on her bed in the dark, putting a locking and silencing spell on the door. The pressure of anger and depression was boiling over. She didn’t want to do it, but felt like it was the only way to relieve the pressure building inside of her. She was weak. She fought the pressure the best she could, but it always came back. Almost like a compulsion, maybe even an addiction. But she felt better. It was like letting air out of a balloon. The pressure in her chest disappeared and she felt relieved… free. This is wrong… gods this is so wrong. Like the mudblood carved into me wasn’t enough? I have to add more scars? “Why am I so weak!?” she yelled to the empty room as the blood pooled.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she decided. She couldn’t pretend she didn’t care about the glares and anger from her once best friend. The reality was it burned her.

A week before classes started, Hermione decided to say goodbye to the burrow and her second family. Molly tried to get her to stay, but soon realized it was a losing battle. She packed her some sandwiches and sweets. Everyone, well everyone who counted, wished her well. Ginny also fought to get her to stay, but saw in her friend’s eyes the need to get away. They would see each other in a week. Ginevra Weasley had no choice but to go back to Hogwarts… or face an angry Molly.

Once outside the Burrow’s wards, Hermione apparated to the Leaky Cauldron to get a room. The following day, she headed into Diagon Alley. It was one week from start of term, but Hermione wanted to get a head start on reading. She picked up all of her supplies, including some new robes and quills. She loved the smell of the bookstore and had a large smile on her face as soon as she walked in the door.

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By week’s end, Hermione was a nervous wreck. She spent her time reading and focusing on her studies, instead of the raging hippogriff that had settled in her stomach. When it came time to leave, she left as early as she could. She paid her room fees and got to Kings Cross Station with two hours to spare. She liked the quiet before the storm. No hysterical parents or students calling to each other… yet.

She loaded her trunk onto the train and walked to the Head’s Compartment. She didn’t know who the Head Boy would be, but just hoped he was easy to get along with. They shared a common room after all. She needed someone who would let her study and not be too distracting. Oh. And who would pull their own weight. Not too much to ask, is it?

Before relaxing, Hermione put on her school robes. Figuring it would be easier than waiting until they were too close to the school. Sitting down, she pulled out her latest Charms text and began rereading it. She had already read it through once, but was hoping to be able to actually practice the charms and wand movements when they reached the school. She was so engrossed in her book she didn’t realize how much time had passed until the warning whistle blew. She peeked onto the platform and saw there weren’t too many students left, so she sat back down.

She took her outer robe off of her shoulders and put it over her like a blanket, pulling it up to her chin. Her hair splayed around her face and tickled her forehead, putting her to sleep.

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Draco Malfoy did not want to go back to Hogwarts. His father was dead, his mother was imprisoned, what did he have to live for anyway? But to keep himself out of Azkaban, the courts made a deal. Return to Hogwarts and graduate, also receiving NEWTS in muggle studies, and he could stay out of Azkaban. He needed an ‘O’ on the Muggle Studies NEWTS. How he was going to do that without ever having taken Muggle Studies was beyond him.

After the fighting was done, his family was taken by Aurors. Draco gave full confessions, with and without the use of veritaserum. They wanted to be sure after all. His father had been forced with veritaserum as had his mother. His father was kissed by the dementors a month later; his mother was sentenced to 5 years. Being a minor and coerced into doing the things he did, Draco was given the charge to graduate Hogwarts... Once he graduated, he was also required to live in close proximity to muggles. He was allowed magic in some circumstances, but would not be allowed house elves. He would be given a counselor to work with… some muggle who knew of the wizarding world no doubt.

He was also required to attend counseling sessions to work out his anger and depression issues. He blamed himself for so many deaths, not to mention he lost people too. Severus for one. His own godfather. He wished he had asked for the help, had accepted it when it was offered to him. Too late now though.

Then there was Crabbe. One of his only ‘friends’ at school. He didn’t have any real friends. Only children of his father’s friends. He and Goyle were more bodyguards or followers, but they were the closest things Draco had.

Snapping back to reality and the many glares he was receiving on the platform only further irritated him. He had a feeling Azkaban may have been a friendlier atmosphere for him.

He received his letter as he knew he would, but was shocked to see the Head Boy badge. Probably trying to keep me safe away from the Slytherin house commons, he thought miserably. He wondered who else would be returning this year, and also who would be Head Girl. Would it be one of the 7^th years? Or someone from his own year now designated to be in eighth?

After many shoves, glares, and muttered threats, Draco loaded his trunk of the train. He headed down to the heads compartment and opened the doors to see the Head Girl sleeping. She looked nice enough from what he could see. Pale legs sticking out of the cloak that she had covering herself. All he could see other than that was a mass of shiny brown curls. Wait? Granger? It can’t be.

He should have guessed as much. His only competition at school was bound to become the other Head. But what he didn’t understand was why she was here. She was a war hero. She probably already knew more than any of the other students, him included. Hell, she probably outsmarted half the professors!

Draco continued to watch Hermione sleep, trying to understand why she would come back. Suddenly, she shifted and the cloak slid off her. There on her arm was all the proof he needed. The scars of the torture she received at his own home, by the hands of his own aunt. His breath caught in his throat at the reminder. He backed out of the compartment and slid down the opposite wall as the memory flashed before his eyes… his aunt using the cruciatus on the dirty mudblood. Carving the derogatory name into her arm… the very arm he had seen. He didn’t want her to be hurt. But he couldn’t do anything… his mother… he couldn’t do anything but watch as they tortured all the people he cared for, how could he do something for someone he didn’t.

But she wasn’t just a mudblood by then. She was part of the golden trio- the three teenagers who were trying to save the world from evil while older wizards hid in their homes. They looked so thin and disheveled when they were brought in, it was all he could do to keep from crying. How were they going to save the world… save him… in that condition? No one knew what they were up to… they were alone.

Alone. Something Draco knew a lot about.

He felt the tears flowing down his face before he even realized the memory had taken hold. He snapped back to reality when he heard a thump coming from the compartment. He stood slowly to see the 7^th year charms book on the floor- along with the rest of Granger’s cloak. Her scar was completely visible, but so was her other arm.

What had happened to her? It was riddled with lines, pink and white. There was one more recent, still scabbing over. Why didn’t she heal it with magic?

He also noticed how thin she was. He couldn’t see her face, but from what he could see of her legs and arms, she was thin- too thin. She looked as if she would be too weak to move.

She looked as if she were having a nightmare. Draco decided to err to sensitivity. He was turning over a new leaf, after all. Actually he felt like he was just embracing his own ways- his own ideals. Others would view it as changing his ways. Might as well start with the person who would hate him the most.

He picked up the cloak and covered her again. He backed up to the door so as not to shock her too much. He cleared his throat once and she startled awake. She had her wand in her hand pointed at Draco before he could even blink. “Granger?” he said slowly. “Head Boy, Head Girl, we’re going to Hogwarts.”

She blinked slowly processing the information and looking around her. Suddenly her wand dropped. “Sorry” she said shortly. Draco noticed the battle readiness in her stance and the fire in her eyes. Once she relaxed enough the fire was gone- actually everything was. Her eyes, normally a bright brown full of life and intelligence, were just brown. Where is Hermione Granger? Draco asked himself.

“It’s okay. The Prefect meeting is in about 10 minutes, do you want to go over what we need to say to them?” He continued looking her over, noticing the paleness of her complexion- beating his own near translucent skin. Wasn’t she usually tan after summer? Damn… when did he actually notice that? Okay… maybe he knew when, just not ready to admit it yet…

She looked at him with her head tilted to the side “Sure...” she responded and slipped her cloak on properly, careful to turn her back to him as she did, not letting her forearms be bare in his site.

The two heads chatted about patrol schedules and possible events for the new school year. They were sure they wanted to plan a couple of dances to help loosen and ease the atmosphere. They both jumped when there was a knock on the door before the prefects slid in.

The meeting lasted a half hour in which the Heads discussed their ideas with the others. “If you have any other ideas, please feel free to come to us” Hermione said.

“How about not having a mudblood for Head Girl” Came a voice from the back wall. Draco moved so fast, the boy seemed to not know how he got pressed to the wall. Everyone near him had scattered as soon as they heard the foul word, so getting to him was easy.

“You will not use that word in her presence. Do you understand me? That word is forbidden. If I hear it one more time from you or anyone else,” Draco looked around the compartment “then I will have your badge. Don’t doubt me. I’m as Slytherin as they come.” He let the boy go and let him drop to the floor.

“Err… I think that’s it for the meeting?” Hermione looked at Draco and he nodded. “Okay yeah.. yes. Next meeting will be Thursday at 7 after dinner. Be on time and come with ideas.” She finished with a smile. With this the prefects headed out, including the boy on the floor who crab walked backwards out before Draco slammed the door.

He stood looking at the door for a minute trying to catch his breath. He felt her eyes on the back of his head.

“What?” He finally asked, turning to stare in her empty eyes.
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