A/N: Hey everyone! So I know instead of starting a new story I should be finishing my other ones, but writer's block once again has a grip on me when it comes to those. And technically this isn't a new story. Originally this story was the first one I ever put on this site, titled The Dark Mark, and I wrote it under the pen name of Black Roses In The Moonlight. Due to lack of thinking and some flames I took the story off to re-write it. I have now decided that I am going to post a new version of it and work on this one, putting the others on hiatus for now.

Chapter One - Explanations and Thought Processes

"Mione, what's gotten into you? First you are silent throughout the train ride, and now you won't even pay attention to us at the feast?" Harry said as he put another piece of chicken on his plate.

"Oh what?" Hermione said, waking up from her day-dream.

"See, this is what I am talking about. You have been out of it all day! You didn't even help me with my summer homework on the train like you normally do!" He exclaimed.

"You mean I didn't let you copy my essays?" Hermione whispered.

"Aw come on Hermione, don't start that again! I just want to know what's gotten you all depressed and boring all of a sudden!" Harry said.

"I'll tell you after the feast okay. We can go to the Head's Common room after and talk." She said, slowly getting up and slinging her bag over her shoulder before walking away from him.

"Hey Hermione, why did Harry drag me down here?" Ron asked, yawning.

"Mione said she would tell us why she has been so... different lately. I didn't think you would mind wanting to know, sorry..." Harry mumbled, showing the side of him that only Ron and Hermione ever saw. In truth Harry wasn't the golden boy everyone thought that he was. He was scared of a lot of things, and couldn't stand up for himself unless Ron or Hermione was there to back him.

"Oh, well spit it out then Hermione, I want to go to sleep!" Ron said, collapsing onto the couch, spilling all the books off it in the process.

"I don't know how to tell you this..." She started, dropping down into the chair by the fire.

"Just tell us Mya, we want to know." Harry said.

"And we want to go to sleep. Double Potions with the Slytherins in the morning."

"Well...something happened to me over the summer. Something that I am ashamed of and that I haven't told anyone about since it happened." With each word that she said, Hermione sunk deeper into the chair, as if trying to hide from the boys that were staring at her.

"Keep going." Ron said.

Hermione looked over at Harry, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She slowly opened her mouth and whispered something.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what you said..."

"I was raped by someone really close to me...someone who was supposed to protect me..." Hermione said, barely raising her voice from the previous whisper.

"Oh come on Hermione!" Ron said, jumping up from the couch. "You brought me all the way down here to just to make something up?" Ron yelled.

"Ron what are you saying?" Hermione said, her voice rising to a louder tone.

"I'm saying that you are always making things up to get attention. You've done it since first year! Listen, we all know that you feel like you are left behind, but we all have a part in this war! And whether you like it or not your's is to be on the sidelines finding out curses and such for the rest of us!"

"Ron! How could you think I was lying about this?" Hermione said, bursting into tears. "How could you say that to me?"

"Just come off it Hermione! Come on Harry we're leaving!" Ron said, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him towards the portrait hole.

"Harry..." Hermione whispered, hoping that he would at least believe her.

"I'm sorry Mione, but Ron's right...I'll see you tomorrow."

After they had left Hermione collapsed on the the couch Ron had been sitting on. All she could think of was how her so-called best friends didn't believe her about something as important as what she had told them. They had called her a lier and then left her.

Just as she was getting up to go to her room, Malfoy walked in, a note in his hand.

"Hey Mudblood, your owl left this outside the common room. You should be more careful, wouldn't want to defile the school with your trash. It's already bad enough just having you here." He said, his trademark smirk plastered onto his face.

"Dammit Malfoy, I'm not in the mood for this right now! Just give me my letter!" She said, walking up to him and holding out her hand.

"You really want it that bad?" Malfoy said, baiting her.

"Malfoy just give me my letter and leave me alone!" Hermione said trying to grab it out of his hand.

"Well why don't we just see who it's from then shall we." He said, dodging her hand and quickly looking at the address in the corner. "Mr. Granger, your father. Let me guess, you left something at your house and he is writing to tell you he will send it to you. Now what could it be..." Draco said, his eyes glowing with the chance to see if there was anything he could use to embarrass her with. He quickly ripped the envelope open and started to unfold the letter.

"Draco don't!" Hermione yelled, fear evident in her voice. Draco abruptly stopped what he was doing and stared at her. "Please, don't read it..." Draco could see tears starting to fall from her eyes.

"Aw, is the Mudblood scared that I will use anything in the letter against her? Well you should be!" Draco said. He quickly scanned the letter, dodging Hermione's attempts to get it back. Suddenly Draco stopped moving and dropped the letter, his face white.

"Granger," Draco said, staring at her in disbelief. Hermione just stared at him and collapsed to the floor, her body shaking from embarrassment and from crying.

Please review and let me know what you think. And if any of you have read the first version of this let me know if this is any better!