ok, I've decided that its time I went through all of the chapters and edit the errors! So I don't get any more reviews about my spelling! so here is the first chapter! There is no major adjustments or changes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any new characters that I may introduce.

A.N. Ok this is my first shot at a HG/SB fanfic so be nice.

It had been a long, lonely summer for Hermione Granger. In September she would be going into her sixth year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and her parents wanted to spend some 'quality' time with her. They forbade her to go to 'the burrow' and '12 Grimmuald place' with her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, so she was left on her own with no contact with the wizarding world. Saying she was pissed off with her parents was an understatement, they worked all summer long and left her all on her own.

With all this time on her hands, she took more of an interest in her appearance. This was defiantly a good decision for her, she discovered that she had voluptuous curves (size 12), flat stomach and an ample chest (36c). She wasn't a big fan of make up and just had a few of the basics. She had concealer, foundation, bronzing balls, natural eye colours and a selection of different glosses. As an apology for leaving her on her won her parents took her shopping for a whole new wardrobe. She took advantage of their generosity and brought tank and vest tops, low cut, off the shoulder and strapless tops, jeans of all colours and lengths, trousers, shorts and skirts. She also brought shoes, trainers, boots, sandals and accessories. When she started to wear all of her new clothes where she lived the local guys defiantly started to notice her. She would walk down the street and have wolf whistles and comments by all sorts of guys. She loved the attention and played on it. She loved flirting with guys and never became too serious with it, she didn't want to get into any trouble with guys she didn't know.

Today she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and an off the shoulder pink wool sweater top and her whit and pink adidas trainers. It was the first day back at school and she wanted to look good for Harry and Ron. She was getting really bored waiting for them, so she got out her mp3 player and started listening to Mario Wianes. She didn't favour just one type of music she loved it all, her collection ranged from Christina Aguliaria, usher, Linkin Park, Maroon 5 to the streets. She pushed the volume button up and closed her eyes.

Little did she realise that somebody was slipping into her compartment. He sat opposite her and watched as she mouthed the words to the song.

Even though her eyes were closed, she could sense something, somebody else's presence. An eerie cold wave washed over her and she shivered. She opened her eyes and jumped a foot in the air. She found a pair of cold blue/grey eyes starring back at her.

'For the love of god Malfoy, don't do that!'

She clenched her chest and was steadying herself. Opposite her Malfoy smirked.

'Scared Mud blood?'

'Why would I be scared of a pathetic ferret like you?'

Smirking he got up and leaned over and put his hands either side of her, enclosing her between the bench and him. This was very intimidating but she never let it show. She hated being this close on her own to someone she hated with a passion, she didn't know what he might do. But her strong mind didn't back down.

'I'd watch your language Granger. You seem to forget you're here all alone. And nobody can hear you scream.'

Her heart was racing. Being alone with Malfoy who was threatening her defiantly scared her.

'Fuck you Malfoy.'

Again he smirked and his eyes travelled down her body.

'I'd rather fuck you Granger.'

Her mind was panicking, she would never do it willingly and she didn't know whether he was capable of force. One thing she knew for sure was that she wouldn't back down.

'In your dreams prat.'

He leaned in a whispered in her ear

'Now that would be one exciting dream.'

Before she had time to react, she found his lips forced upon hers. This wasn't her first kiss but it defiantly wasn't a pleasant experience for her. He was too forceful and there was no emotion behind it. She was struggling against his weight and her pleas were suffocated against his lips. She snapped back to her senses and brought her knee up to his crotch. He pulled back and groaned in the sudden pain he felt, she made a quick dash for the door. She pulled it open a few inches when Malfoy and his seeker reflexes grabbed her wrist and spun her round pinning her roughly against the wall. He moved one of his arms and pushed it up against her chest and pulled his wand out of his pocket with the other. He pushed her harder against the wall making her gasp and put silencing charms on the door and locked it. She kept trying to get free of his force but failed.

'What's the matter Granger? Worried I'll take your innocence away from you?' He snorted and continued 'Scratch that, the Gryffindor whore has probably slept with her whole house.'

'Go to hell Malfoy. Not all of us need to sleep with anything with a pulse to get noticed, but then again that's the only way you can. You've got no talent on the quidditch pitch, Harry beats you there. You've got no family respect. You always go on about Ron but at least he is respected. And it's not like you're top of your class either because this Mudblood comes trump there. You're nothing but a name hiding behind daddies shadow-'

Slap. He hit her, hard. The force of the slap had split her lip an she know had a trickle of blood coming from her bottom lip. He was fuming with anger, he couldn't believe that a Mudblood would dear to speak to him like that. Her head slowly snapped back. She held her face. She had a red hand print over her right cheek, which she knew would later form into a nice purple bruise. She looked him square in the eye.

'Touch a nerve did I Malfoy? What truth hurt?'

In one swift movement he had her two inches from the ground by her throat. She was chocking, grabbing his hands trying to pry them open, but then his grip got tighter and tighter around her throat.

'You think you are so special don't you Granger? Hanging around with the boy-who-lived and weasel boy doesn't make you popular. You are and always will be a filthy, dirty Mudblood know-it-all, who has no friends that actually give a fuck about you.'

He let her drop to the floor catching her breath. Her hands were massaging her throat where again she had bruises in the form of hand prints.

'You-you-fucking prick, how- how dare you? I'm a fucking prefect! Once my friends see these marks your a dead man idiot!'

'Yeah Granger? Then where are they? Not here to save you from big bad Malfoy.'

'You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human, a waste of space and a wizard that has to do everything daddy says. Grow up Malfoy, just look at what you've done to me.'

She was enraged with Malfoy but over run with fear.

'Is that so Mudblood?'

He brought his leg back and with one sharp kick, he crushed a few of her ribs. She doubled over in agony, holding her ribs in pain.

'Fuck you.'

She was really testing him. Grabbing her hair he pulled her head back so she was looking at him.

'You just don't learn do you Mudblood?'

She knew not to say anything this time because it would just be worse on her. Fear spread throughout her body and she just didn't know what to do. Their faces her inches apart and stupidly she spat in his face. Enrages fury spread through him and he flung her by her hair across the compartment. She smashed her head against her trunk and immediately felt dizzy. She heard a tiny smash but it went from her mind as she tried to open her eyes. Her mind was spinning, opening her eyes all she could see was the blurred browns and greens of the compartment swirling like a whirlpool. Then there was a jolt. She assumed the train was moving so put her mind on focusing her eyes. She tried to open them again and this time she could make out three very blurred figures and a fait mumble.

'What the fuck?'

'Who's she?'

'Moony, owl Dumbledore, tell him to get here quick.'

'Where the - she's been beaten up pretty bad.'

'God what the hell happened to her?'

That was the last thing she heard before she saw blackness.

Malfoy stood there in utter shock. She just disappeared. All that was left was some gold dust.

'Shit.'

He knew he had gone to far this time.