One shot Dramione songfic on Taylor Swift's—Mean (Not a fan of Taylor no offence to all those out here who are but this song really touched something inside of me) do Review!

Mean.

Hermione Granger refused to look up as she walked to the Great Hall, Harry and Ron were gone for Quidditch practice and just ahead lounged Draco Malfoy like an ancient, mystical prince his usual posse of giggling groupies around him twittering at his latest joke. She just wanted to get by without being noticed.

"Well-well where do you think you're going mudblood? Without saying hello?" he drawled out just as she thought she was free and clear. Hermione's heart sank to the bottom of her belly as she felt the same clenching dread that preceded his insults. Before she could respond he came forward and tugged a strand of her softly curling hair that has escaped from the haphazard bun atop her head and grimaced. "Honestly Granger if you spent half the time you spend with your head stuck in books on grooming yourself you wouldn't be a half bad shag!" he said in a nasty voice. Hermione was struck speechless at times like these because of the sheer number of people giggling at her, laughing at Malfoy's disgusting joke. A Ravenclaw girl with long legs slid up to him throwing her arms around Malfoy's muscular, broad shoulders and kissing him. As soon as he was distracted Hermione took off rushing towards the Great Hall not waiting to hear his crass taunts.

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She could see it in his eyes; he liked doing this… calling her out just when she thought for once she was free. It was torture, how long had she been standing up to him? How much more of this bullying could she take?

Each time she heard his silky voice call out that word! 'Mudblood' it was like a punch to her solar-plexus, leaving her short of breathe, causing irrational tears to flood her eyes and make them burn. She burned each time she kept quite too, she burned with shame but she always rationalized it; she WAS the better person, she would NEVER stoop to his level. Yet so many years had passed and she could never get over the crushing humiliation she felt each time he put her down. Hermione ran her hand over old and new scars that ran like a crisscrossing rail of bloody lines across her wrist and felt thankful that no one could see the scars on her thighs.

If she was honest than she would have admitted that the only reason she was so uptight about keeping her grades high was because she wanted to show Malfoy that she was as good if not better than him, she was better than every pureblood witch and wizard who walked these halls with a sense of automatic superiority, she wanted them to toss and turn in their beds at night, cursing that a 'mudblood' was better than them

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Meet me tonight it said, near the lake your secret admirer, Hermione felt special as she clutched the precious note to her chest in happiness, it was all she could do to not jump up and down in joy. Someone found her attractive! Frumpy –dumpy Hermione Granger, with her nose always stuck in a book and her body hidden behind baggy clothing, he found her attractive! Hermione hadn't told anyone, nor was she going to. She was going to savor this.

Later in the night as she made her way to the lake, her heart thumped with pained anticipation. Who would it be?

She made her way to the grove next to the lake and waited patiently. Fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, twenty five that was when she wandered to the edge of the grove to wait and see if he was coming.

Behind her she felt a warm hand capture her shoulder and a mean voice whisper into her ear, "Waiting for your secret admire to sing you Shakespeare's sonnets?"

And Hermione felt a chill creep over her as she swung around to look at the entire Slytherin class of her year smirking at her, making fun of her, mocking her and right in front of them Draco Malfoy.

That's when she ran, as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face in symphony with their cruel, mocking laughter that followed her till much later. Haunting her nightmare and darkening the shadows that lurked all around her. What could she do except pick up her blade and run to the closet bathroom….

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To say Draco felt guilty would be an understatement, she had run away with tears streaming down her cheeks and while the next whole week Draco did reap his rewards, she never returned to class. Potter and Weasley were baffled; Draco was shocked she hadn't told them. All they said was that she was down with a contagious virus, Draco knew better…

He walked into the Prefects Bathroom on the third day that Granger was missing, he did it without thinking. It was open…. The sound of someone loud sobs could be heard where he was standing…. Granger. Another sound hit him even harder, he heard the distinct 'clink' of a falling blade, the tiny razor type thing slid out of the stall followed by a trail of blood.

He didn't know what to do… without announcing his presence he walked to the stall with the sobbing girl and pushed it open. Her skirt was hiked up and loud, bloody scars covered her soft inner thigh. Draco could not avert his eyes…. This was what he did. The damage he caused… and he looked into her vulnerable eyes and said the last thing that Hermione could expect.

"I'm sorry Granger…"

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A/N: As a side note, I would like to inform all you readers that there are no lyrics as it is not allowed to use them. There are various copy-right issues that I was only recently made aware of.