This is a my second fanfiction, please check out my other fanfic "A Malfoy Life." Please review, and enjoy :)

I dont own anything, I just own the plot, and the character Damien.

Hermione looked down at her daughter Rose, as she tucked her in good night. The house was quiet. Hermione waited a moment for Rose to fall asleep, then she walked back down stairs to the empty living room, she pulled out one of her favorite books and sat down on the sofa.

The moment of silence was broken as a man walked into the house, Hermione startled, she got off the couch, and ran to the door to where the man was standing. She had a worried look on her face, she took the man's jacket and hung it in the closet beside her.

"H-hi honey," Hermione wimpered "H-how was w-work?"

"Dinner. Now." was all he said.

Hermione nodded and walked into the kitchen to make dinner for the man. a few minutes later the phone rang and Hermione went to answer it before it woke up the infant.

"Hello?" she wispered hoping no one in the house could hear her.

"Hermione, it's Harry."

"Hello, Harry! What are you calling for at this late hour?"

"Mrs. Weasley was going to have a get together with the family, and she would love if you came along as well. She also said you could bring Damien, as Mr. Weasley would love to talk to a muggle, and of course meet your husband."

Hermione swallowed hard. "I w-would love to go.."

"Great, i'll let Molly know and i'll see you both tommorow then. Oh, and bring your daughter, we are all bringing the kids so she will have some one to play with."


"Well, I should go, bye." click

She took a deep breath walking into the living room with her husbands dinner.

"Took you long enough." He grunted.

Hermione looked at her right arm, it was full of bruises. She was flooded with memory's.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!" the man roared across the room.

"I-I'm sorry!" Hermione with tears shredding across her face.

"I work my ass off all day, and i come home to this. You have NO respect for me!"

Hermione wimpered not knowing what to say, she heard quiet foot steps creaking down the hallway.


"N-no hon, go back to bed, come on Rosy." Hermione looked at the little girl who was her daughter.

Standing there, with her thumb in her mouth and a blanket in the other hand, she looked at her mother's face, which was red from tear marks. "What did you do's to mummy, daddy?"

"Go to bed, you freak." said the man, just standing there, not even looking at his daughter as he talked to her.

The infant looked at her father with tears coming down her eyes, she made a loud shriek that could be heard from miles away, she ran off to her room.

"Annoying little child..."

"She's only 2 and a half Damien, she doesn't know anything." said Hermione getting off onto her feet to go see her daughter.

The man grabbed her wrist and pulled Hermione close to him. He pressed his lips to hers, and started to unbutton her shirt. Hermione tried pulling away, as she did not want to do what he was wanting to do. But the more she pulled away, the more he kept going, in a matter of time, she was tied in his grip, not being able to control herself, almost as if she was under his spell.

*end of memory*

Hermione shook her head out of the trance she was in, her stomach did a flip as she opened her mouth to speak.

"C-can I take Rose out tommrow night to go see some of my school friends?" Hermione said quickly, guarding her head with her hands just in case.


"Well.. I got a call from a friend-"




"Fine. I wont go." she said hard.