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READ THIS! This is my first rewritten chapter so if you go and read the second one and it sucks you'll know that I haven't rewritten it.

Broken

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger was stirred awake by the cold chill of the night's breeze. Painstakingly, she sat up. Her eyelids opened and closed slowly as she tried to brush the hazy from her mind. It took her a moment to fully comprehend the situations she appeared to be in. With a slow gesture of her hand, she removed a few stray strands of brown hair that had fallen onto her face.

Hermione was sitting amidst the scattered trashed and broken beer bottles that filled a deserted alley way. Struggling, she tried to remember how and when she had arrived in this God forsaken place. She recalled having a few to many drinks at the bar she had snuck into with her fake ID and stumbling drunkenly home. Had she passed out in the short distance between her house and the bar?

Groping around on the ground, Hermione searched for something to help her to her feet. Crawling to the wall she used it to steady herself as she got to her feet. Slowly she made her way out of the alley, wobbling only slightly. She tried to keep her balance as she continued the walk to her house.

The wind nipped her cheeks and cracked her lips. Hermione licked them to sooth burning sensation but only for a momentary relief. The pain returned shortly afterwards, torturously begging her to wet her lips again. She searched the street for her small house and spotted it in the distance.

Finally reaching her destination Hermione collapsed onto the ground hitting her lip when she fell. She closed her eyes and felt the heated throb of her lips. She could feel the blood rush to it, and she could taste the slightly stale metallic flavoring of the blood as it leaked into her mouth.

The front door swung open hitting the door-stopper roughly. Hermione raised her head slightly to see her father standing in front of her. His brown eyes glared at her disapprovingly. She hated that stare; he always seemed to give her that look ever since the death of her mother, as if it were somehow Hermione's fault. Although he was already a tall man he toward over her as she lay pathetically on the porch of their house.

"Where have you been? It's nearly one o'clock in the morning," said Mr. Granger sternly. This stirred an angry emotion in Hermione. It's not like he cared anyway. These past few months he's been to wrapped up in his own self pity to notice any changes in 'his perfect daughter.' Hermione hated it when he suddenly acted like he loved her. She knew her father loves her but half the time he didn't act like it.

"Get in the house right now, before I do something I'll regret," he threatened. Hermione picked her self up off of the ground and managed to walk, without faltering, into the house. Quietly she hurried to her room, passing the familiar white walls of the Granger household.

Closing the door behind her, Hermione leaned against it closing her eyes. She could feel the pressure building up in her. The annoyance towards her father, the anger towards her mother for leaving, and the excitement of tomorrow was overwhelming her. More and more built up until, she could feel the tingling in her wrists. The pressure and the urge growing stronger with each passing second until, she could no longer resist the temptation. Finally she gave into sin. Making her way into the bathroom she hastily opened the top drawer in her bathroom cabinet and shifted the cluttered contents until she found what she was looking for.

Hermione pulled out a razor. She smiled as the silver metal glinted in the bathroom light. Flakes of blood were dried to the edge from their last meeting. Hermione smile sadistically as she slid it across her wrist. Instant relief. The pressure began to fade, the urge subsided, and the craving was satisfied. She watched the blood flow like a crimson waterfall. It was beautiful in her eyes. Dripping filled the satisfying silence. Once again Hermione felt normal. She could feel.

The next day was bright and sunny to Hermione's displeasure. She held no grudge against light, but with a hang over, light wasn't such a good thing. After saying her farewells to her father, whom she had forgiven for last night incidents, Hermione left for Kings Cross Station. Nervous excitement built up during her car ride. She couldn't wait to see Harry and Ron.

As she drove down the empty street, she passed the pleasant houses. They were so perfect in their own little way. Each one had bright a green lawn neatly cut. The homes were reflected on the sides of her silver mustang, which she received for her birthday the year before.

When Hermione reached the station, she parked her car and pulled her bags out of the trunk. Entering the train station, she passed familiar faces and the familiar red brick walls that she had seen so many times. Walking over to the entrance to plate form 9 and ¾, she slipped through unnoticed.

Throwing her suitcases into the luggage compartment, she stepped onto the train. Disappointedly, Hermione glanced around for her friends. Harry and Ron were no where in sight. She would not be able to spend time with them during the train ride, because she was required to stay in the Heads Compartment.

Hermione had already surmised who the Head Boy would be. Draco Malfoy. She stood in front of the sliding door leading to her assigned compartment, dreading what would be behind it. Slowly and reluctantly she stepped inside. She was correct in guessing that Malfoy would be there but she did not expect to see him sleeping quietly.

She sat down across from her blonde haired nemesis. Shooting a glare in his direction, she expected him to wake from his slumber. Hermione had never seen this side of him before. He looked so peaceful and at ease with the world. His face actually had soft features when they weren't disfigured by a scowl or his trade mark smirk.

'Wait why am I noticing these things? This is Malfoy, remember Hermione.'

Suddenly he began to mumble. It was inaudible at first but it soon became clearer. "Stupid mudblood Granger, go after your friends and get killed, no one would car. The Dark Lord can finish you off easily, you and that stupid Scar head."

Hermione glowered at him in loathing. Lifting her foot, she kicked him in-between his widely spread legs. His eye's shot open.

"Damn, Granger!" he yelled. He grabbed his stomach in pain and groaned loudly. Hermione watched in satisfaction, knowing that he got what he deserved for the many years of torture he had put her and her friends through. Malfoy began breathing heavy.

Becoming a little concerned, she looked around, as if to confirm that no one would see what she was about to do. Then she got down on her knees to be eye level with the hunched over blonde. She gulped loudly, if her conscience wasn't so strong, she wouldn't have been doing this.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to hit you that hard," she apologized, Malfoy looked up.

Was Granger actually apologizing to him? After Malfoy got over the shock he gave her a dirty look. "You should be sorry, you filthy mud blood," he spat. Hermione's eye's changed from concern to irritation; however her face showed no emotion.

Getting off the floor, she sat back on her seat.

'What was that? No snide remarks? No witty come back? Something was different about her.' Malfoy glanced at her curiously. He observed that she no longer dressed like a small child but she was no fashion expert. Hermione kept her hair that same as it had always been, one mass of frizzy curls falling slightly over her shoulders. The most noticeable thing, to Malfoy, was that her honey brown eyes no longer held that spark, that burning fire that they had once given off. They represented her will to fight, they would always flash before you yelled a smart come back. Now they seemed hallow, and empty void of emotion.

Hermione stared out the window. She watched as the scenery whipped by in a blur of colors. Why did I even hope that he would change, that he would be different this year? He's the same arrogant person I've known for all of my Hogwarts life.

What you did to him was a little cruel, even for a Malfoy. Hermione's conscience argued.

"Sorry," she said in a strained apology.

"Sorry Granger, I don't accept apology's from whores like you," he sneered. Hermione looked him in the eye. There were no tears, but the hurt in her eyes was enough to make anyone cry.

Hermione stood up and walked out of the apartment, not wanting to put up with anymore of Malfoy's arrogance. Striding angrily down the hall she went into a random apartment and sat down putting her head in her hands.

"Granger?" asked a curious voice from the corner. She looked up into the eyes of Blaise Zabini.

She rolled her eyes as she thought, not another ass hole. "Yes it would happen to be me…unfortunately," Hermione replied annoyed. She watched as the Slytherin accessed her slowly and curiously.

"Something bothering you?" he questioned.

"You," Hermione retorted, standing to leave. They were nearly at the school and she wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment. "I'd love to continue this lovely chat, but I have to go. Let us do it again another time shall we?" Hermione gave Blaise a fake smile and marched out of the compartment. Walking off the train she was about to search for Ron and Harry when some one grabbed her arm.

Oh cliffy yeah well hope you liked it R&R tell me if you think I should write more. I promise the later chapters are better!

READ THIS! This is my first rewritten chapter so if you go and read the second one and it sucks you'll know that I haven't rewritten it.