Chapter 1- Family Troubles…

AN-This is a Hermione and Draco fan fiction…so if you don't like HG/DM fics, don't read it!! Hermione and Draco are the BEST!!!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. I might add a few later, but the main characters all belong to JK. Enjoy…

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Lucius and Draco Malfoy were walking down a deserted street in Knockturn Alley. They were both dressed in black from head to toe and they had hoods drawl down over their faces. They walked down the street in complete silence.

'Where is he taking me?' Draco wondered as he followed his father's footsteps. 'He said something about an initiation…. I wish that he would have just stayed in Azkaban. My life was so much easier when he wasn't around…'

Draco thoughts were interrupted when his father said, "We're here."

Draco looked around and saw that they were standing in the front of a deserted house. The windows were all boarded up and the house was literally falling apart. "Where?" Draco asked.

"The Dark Lords house, of course." Lucius said as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world.

'What?!' Draco screamed to himself. 'Why the bloody hell are we here?'

"Come, we must go meet Our Lord. We don't want to keep him waiting." Lucius said, grabbing his sons hand and pulling him through the door.

The inside of the house was amazing. It looked brand new and expensive. The entire house was done in green and silver, and the railing on the staircase was a huge serpent. Draco gazed at all of the intricate paintings and wall hangings, speechless. 'The Dark Lord sure does do pretty well for himself.' he thought before his father grabbed his arm and pulled him into another room.

In the other room there were thirty or so Death Eaters sitting in a circle. Draco gulped and followed his father to the two empty seats in the circle. They sat down and waited. As they were waiting, Draco gazed around the room. He only recognized a few of the people in the circle; the Parkinson's, the Goyle's, and the Crabbe's. Other than that, he couldn't recognize anybody. Suddenly a harsh silence fell over the group and every persons eyes were focused on the entrance to the room.

Draco followed the other people eyes as another man entered. He was also wearing a black cloak that hid his face. The man had an aura about him that promoted fear in Draco's entire being. He knew that this was without a doubt that this was none other than the Dark Lord himself. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention as he walked over towards him, taking his place in the middle of the circle.

All of the Death Eaters immediately fell from their chairs and bowed before the man. Draco joined them out of pure fear of disobeying. The Dark Lord's thin lips curved into a smile as he approached them. Lucius took his hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed it several times, muttering praises between each kiss.

Draco couldn't help but be disgusted. His father was bowing to someone else, a half-blood, and it was despicable. The Dark Lord and his Father talked for a few minutes before he turned to Draco. Draco had no idea what to do or say, so he just stood there and stared. "Draco," Lucius hissed. "Greet your Lord properly."

Draco nodded and did as Lucius had done. He took Voldemort's hand and began kissing it. "Draco, it is good that you have finally been able to attend. I am excited about you joining my ranks. I hear that you are quite the powerful wizard."

"Thank you, Sir. I am honored." Draco said quietly, disgusted with himself for being such a submissive pussy.

"You have brought up quite the young man, Lucius." he said as he turned away from them to address the rest of the group.

Draco listened as they planned Voldemort's return and he was horrified. They were planning on attacking Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. Draco did not want to be any part of this. True, he didn't like school, but Hogwarts had been more of a home to him than anywhere else. He might not admit it, but he loved it there.

Soon, the meeting was over and his dad went to talk to Gregory Goyle Sr. He walked over to them and stood, patiently waiting for them to finish.

"--My son will be taking the mark on his seventeenth birthday." Lucius said proudly.

"Mine too. I'm just hoping mine graduates school." Mr. Goyle joked.

"Well, that is not a problem with my son. He is at the top of the class. Unfortunately, he has still not been able to top that stupid Mudblood Ganger."

Draco stared at his feet in order to keep his dad from seeing him roll his eyes in frustration. 'Why does he always have to put me down? Who cares about that stupid Mudblood? The only reason she does better than me is because I have a life and she doesn't. Merlin, I hate her and her stupid Gryffindor friends.' he thought, but he was once again drawn from his thoughts when his dad said, "Well, we best be off. See you guys next time."

The others nodded and Lucius began heading towards the exit with Draco not far behind. When they had walked a few blocks, they apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

With a distinct crack, they were standing in their living room. Lucius turned to Draco and smirked. "Aren't you excited? You will be the youngest Death Eater ever."

"No. I am not going to become a Death Eater." Draco said bravely.

"Excuse me?!" he whispered through gritted teeth.

Draco gulped and mustered every brave muscle in his body before he spoke. "I cannot and will not worship a half-blood. I don't care how powerful you think he is. He can't even beat Potter. I am not going to become a Death Eater. Not now, not ever."

"Really?" Lucius asked in a dangerous voice.

Draco gulped again before nodding. All control that Lucius had a moment ago was gone now. He drew his wand and pointed it at Draco. "Crucio!" he yelled.

A green light exploded from the end of his wand and hit Draco square in the chest. Draco knew what was about to happen, but there was no real way to prepare for one of the Unforgivable Curses. Draco immediately fell to the ground in pain. Lucius had of coarse used the Crutacius Curse before, but never when he was this mad. Draco had never felt such an extreme amount of pain in his entire life. Draco felt as if there were millions of knives were inside of his body and that they were trying to carve there way out. A scream was threatening to escape his throat, but he refused to show that kind of weakness to his father.

When Lucius finally lifted the curse, Draco fell flat on the ground and couldn't move. After breathing only a few times, Lucius kicked him square in the stomach, then in the back, and finally he kicked him in head. "You will worship the Dark Lord or you will die." he said as he continued kicking Draco, who was drifting in and out of consciousness. Lucius finally stopped kicking him and left the room, laughing hysterically.

Draco was unable to get up for several minutes, but when he finally got to his feet, he headed straight for his bedroom. He was leaving and never coming back. He stumbled up the stairs, stopping several times, until he reached his room.

Draco quickly piled his stuff into his trunk and shrunk it. He then grabbed his broom and opened his window. He felt a little woozy when he first mounted it, but steadied himself and took off.

He flew through the skies to nowhere in particular; he just knew he had to get away. 'Where am I going?' he wondered as he tried to prevent a concussion. He watched the sky as he flew. It was so relaxing to him, but his eyes were getting heavy and he had to continually fight to keep them open.

Suddenly his eyes fluttered shut, and he couldn't open them again. He felt himself falling, but his body would do nothing to stop this. He was in total and complete blackness……..

Hermione sat in her room crying as she had done every night for the past week. Her mom had died in a car crash a week ago and Hermione had not left her room since the funeral. She didn't know what to do anymore.

She was sobbing to herself when she heard a knock at the door. She didn't answer until she heard her father say, "Hermione Anne Granger, get your ass out here right this instant!"

Hermione had never heard her father talk like that before and she was shocked. She immediately got up and opened the door. She wiped away her tears and stared up at her father. "Yeah, daddy?"

"I am sick and tired of you never leaving your room." he yelled.

"What? Daddy, are you drunk?" Hermione asked. She was in total shock. Her dad had never drunk, and now he was standing in front of her drunk.

"Shut-up! And quit whining! You are such a baby!!" he yelled as he raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Hermione feel to the ground in shock. Her parents have never hit her before. "Da--" she began, but was cut off when he grabbed her shirt and pulled her to her feet.

"I SAID STOP WHINING!!!" he yelled as he raised his hand and slugged her in the stomach.

Hermione fell once again. When she hit the ground, she curled up into a tight ball.

After ten minutes, Hermione's father finished beating her and left. 'What was that? My dad has never beaten me.' Hermione thought as she sobbed.

One week later….

"Stop….PLEASE!!" Hermione yelled as her dad beat her for the fifth time in the last week.

Her father would not stop. Not until he was satisfied. So, Hermione gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

When he finally stopped and left, Hermione decided that she couldn't take it anymore. 'I have to get out of here!' she thought as she got up and hobbled to her room. She quickly put some clothes in a backpack and snuck out of the house. "Where am I going to go?" she said aloud as she looked up at the stars. Suddenly a light appeared in the sky and it was heading straight at her. She ran out of the way when she saw that it was a huge bus.

The flying bus stopped beside her and she realized that it had to be the same bus that Harry had used back in third year. The door open and she boarded the Knight Bus. "Hello." said a man sitting in the driver's seat. "Where to, Miss?"

"Umm." Hermione had no idea…Then, she got an idea. "Take me to the Cliffs."

"Yes Ma'am. We will be arriving in twenty three minutes, so get comfortable." he said as he put the bus in gear and began driving once again. Hermione walked to the back of the bus and laid down on one of the beds. As soon as her head hit the pillow, fresh tears began welling up in her eyes. She was crying when she was suddenly thrown from the bed. Hermione hit the ground with a groan. Her body was already covered in bruises and cuts, so the fall had caused her tons of pain.

The bus continued to throw her about until it finally stopped. "We have arrived. Have a good day." Hermione heard a voice say through a speaker above her bed. She got up and walked towards the front of the bus.

"Thank you." she said as she stumbled off of the bus and began walking towards her parent's lake house. They hadn't been here for years and she knew that he would never look for her here.

It was a mile and a half walk and it was dark outside. She took a deep breath and began walking. She had never felt this bad in her entire life. 'This day couldn't get any worse.' she thought.

Then, as if on cue, something fell on her. Hermione screamed as she fell to the ground with the thing on top of her. Hermione hit her head against the concrete and she felt unconsciousness sweep over her. She fought it with all her might and as she tried to shove the heavy figure off of her. She finally realized that it wasn't something, it was someone. Hermione gently moved the lifeless figure off of her and got up.

Hermione let her eyes adjust as she checked the other persons pulse. It was still alive, but he looked really hurt. Hermione tried to see who it was, but she just couldn't see his features in the dark. She knew it was a man because she could feel his abs when she ran her hand over his chest. It was getting darker and she had no idea what to do. She knew that she had to get to her cabin soon, but she just couldn't leave this poor boy here. Hermione stood up and took a second to make sure that she could walk. Then she bent over and tried to pick the boy up. She was only about a fourth of a mile away from her cabin now, but she also knew that it would still be hard to get him there. She finally decided to try anyway. She leaned down and pulled him into a standing position, which was quite a feat in itself. She then leaned down and let him fall across her shoulders. She mustered all of her strength to pull herself into a standing position with the boy on her shoulders. (It was like the way firemen carry people.) She was relieved that he wasn't any heavier because she wouldn't have been able to lift him if he was.

She stood there for a few minutes before taking her first step. 'This is going to take forever.' She thought as she took one slow step at a time.

Thirty minutes later, she finally reached the cabin. She gently sat the boy on the porch swing before lifting the garden gnome to get the spare key. She then went and unlocked the door. She reached in and flipped the light switch. Nothing happened, so she just propped the door open and went to get the boy. She decided that if she tried to pick him up again she might not make it, so she eased him onto the ground and drug him into the cabin.

She finally got him onto the bed and went to find a candle. Ten minutes later she came back in bedroom with three candles and a book of matches. She lit a candle and held it over the boy. When she saw who it was she dropped the candle and the room once again fell into darkness.

"NO WAY!!! It can't possibly be--" Hermione's words were cut off when she fell to the ground. She had fainted…..

AN-There's my first chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it…Please Read and Review! I will try to update as soon as possible. Thanks…

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