Hey guys! 'Don't die — Signed, Granger.' Is my new Dramione fanfiction. It will contain mentions and scenes of the following: abuse, suicide, smut. If you do not like that, do not read.

I hope you guys like it. I know this chapter is pretty short, but I wanted to get it out there as a starting point. There are phones and computers and GASP technology. But still magic, still Hogwarts, still the War, Ect. I know some of you like it without it, but...

Also, HLDL is cancelled, unless you guys want me to bring it back. Rate, review, follow and let me know if go want HLDL back!

Warnings: Drunk, abuse. self Beta'd, i do not own Harry Potter.

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"Get out!"

The roar was sudden, almost as sudden as the glass bottle thrown at the wall.

Hermione didn't cower, she didn't hide or run in fear. She held her wand steady, staring defiantly at her drunk boyfriend. "Ron," she pleaded, tears running down her bleeding face.

Eyes glittering with drunken rage, Ron stepped forward, and ripped her wand away from her. She lunged, screeching, but within a second he had snapped her wand in half.

She paused, gasping, tears streaming. Her snapped wand fell to the dark colored rug with a soft thud, and she felt her heart clench. The wand she had gotten at only eleven years old. The wand she had fought Death Eaters and Dementors and so many other horrid dark creatures with. The wand that had been a part of her for so many years.

She felt as if a part of her had been torn out and shredded before her. Slowly, she dragged her gaze from the shattered wand, to her boyfriends enraged face. "Why?" She whispered, her voice trembling. "Ron, I love you, please..."

"Get. Out," his hand came down violently across her cheek, earning a sob from Hermione. He snatched her clothes furiously, dragging her to the door. She screeched and thrashed and yelled, but his iron grip didn't cease. He flung open the door, and shoved her out onto the pavement ruthlessly. And with that, he slammed the door shut, the sound of a lock coming seconds later.

Hermione fell to her knees on the wet pavement, rain furiously battering her. To say a sob was ripped from her throat would be a understatement.

She sat there for many moments, crying until she couldn't no more. She wiped tears, rain water, and blood from her face, rising to her shaking feet.

She was Hermione Jean Granger, brightest with of her age. She might be heartbroken, wounded, wandless and homeless, but she would not break to someone's ruthless behavior. On trembling legs, she set off into the pouring rain, to the only place she could think of within a walking distance.

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It was still dark, pouring harder then ever. Clothes torn, limping, breathing ragged, Hermione raised a hand and knocked on the door. She didn't know how late it was, her phone dead. She knocked again, and suddenly lights flickered on inside the flat, and several moments later the door opened, a dark-haired woman with a wand in hand behind it.

The woman gasped audibly. "Hermione! Oh, dear, oh goodness, my child what happened? Come inside, come in! It's pouring out." She herded Hermione inside, shutting the door quickly.

"T-thanks, Andromeda," Hermione's voice chattered when she spoke, hugging herself tightly.

"What happened to you?" Andromeda demanded, looking horrifyingly like Bellatrix when she crossed her arms, raising her head.

"N-nothing...nothing." Hermione managed, favoring her right leg.

"Hermione Jean Granger!" Andromeda snapped. "What in Rowena's good name happened to you?"

Hermione shuddered, and suddenly broke down. She looked up at Andromeda, tears now streaming down her face. "I can't tell you, I can't, I can't...please...Andromeda, please."

Andromeda paused, her brows furrowing. "Oh goodness, dear, come on now. Lets get you some tea, a warm shower and I'll treat your wounds. You don't have to tell me right now, but I DO want a answer." She murmured, herding Hermione up the stairs, helping her up gently.

"T-thank you...t-thank you...thank you..."

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A full day had passed since that night. Hermione managed to tell Andromeda enough for the witch to piece together, and now Andromeda was in a outrage.

"What in Merlin's name else did he do to you, Hermione?! Tell me, now! I need to know EVERYTHING before I go to the Ministry!" Andromeda snarled, Teddy in one arm, who somehow seemed unaffected.

No, no, no, no, no. Hermione curled into herself, ignoring the pain as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't pull herself together...she was Hermione Jean Granger, she had to!

"No, no, no!" Hermione sobbed, "no Ministry, no Ministry...please...please no!"

"Hermione, look at you! He injured you, he abused you! I need to know what happened, everything!"

Hermione just cowered, keeping her head low.

Andromeda sighed, and at that moment her phone rung sharply. "Hold Teddy," she ordered Hermione, handing her Teddy, and in turn Hermione cradled the toddler in her arms.

She answered the phone quickly. "Hello?"

Hermione couldn't hear what the person on the other side said, but narrowed her eyes nonetheless.

"Alissa Piers? Why in Rowena's name would you, of all people, call me?"

The response on the other end was muffled, but the shock on Andromeda's face, and how quickly she went rigid as a board told Hermione something horrid had happened.

"He did what?" Andromeda's voice dropped to a breathless whisper. A muffled response. "He's...he's...alive...right?"

Andromeda's shoulders slumped with seemingly relief. "Oh thank Merlin. I don't know what I would do if my sister's child died.."

Hermione's brows furrowed even further. Sisters child...Andromeda's sister were Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy...and only one of them had a child...

Hermione huffed. Malfoy almost got killed? By what, she wondered? Not that she cared about Malfoy.

"Thank you, Alissa. Yes, yes, I'll be there shortly." Andromeda ended the call, and shoved her phone into her pocket. "I have to go see my nephew in the hospital, Hermione. I will also be going to the Ministry to press charges against Ronald Weasley. I know you're injured, I know you're weak, and tired and heartbroken, and I won't leave you here alone. I'll floo Ginny."

And Andromeda went into the other room to floo the Weasley's.

Hermione cradled Teddy gently to her chest, wincing as pain flashed through her back where whip marks resided. So Malfoy was injured. Huh. And Andromeda was going to go to the Ministry, whether Hermione liked it or not. Fuck. And Ginny was coming over. Also fuck. Hermione leaned against the couch, Teddy giving a soft whimper in his sleep.

"Oh, Teddy." She whispered. "What am I going to do?"

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Andromeda's heels clicked loudly on the hard floor of Saint Mungo's, where she glided through the mostly empty halls in search of the room her nephew resided. She knocked, hearing a voice beckon her in she slipped inside. There was a noisy, anxious chatter, and a brunet, Alissa Piers, hurried over to her.

"What happened?" Andromeda demanded.

"Oh, thank Merlin you are here...I went to his Manor, because he wasn't answering my calls...Andromeda, he destroyed himself. If I hadn't gotten there much later he would have died." Alissa hurriedly told her what happened, leading her over to the bed.

He, in all his pale, sharp, aristocratic beauty, lay unconscious on the bed. On his lower neck she could see small scars, healed wounds were a blade that he had held had cut the pale, delicate skin.

Andromeda, always a kind, but stiff and sharp-tongued woman, caved at the sight of her nephew. His face was horribly gaunt and he looked so thin underneath the light covers. Her breath hitched, and she glanced at the doctor. "He'll...he'll be alright, though...right?"

"Physically, ma'am, yes. Mentally? I cannot say. He's been through so much trauma and abuse, he isn't mentally stable at all. Mrs. Tonks, ma'am, this is the third time that he's tried to do this. He cannot stay alone, he needs someone to stay with him or I'm afraid he might try and he might succeed." The doctors brows were furrowed with worry, her gaze flicking to the patient.

Andromeda sunk into the chair beside the bed, frowning. "Who would have thought?" She mused softly. "I might have a idea to help him."