Where Am I Supposed To Turn?

Chapter 1: Rude Awakenings

Hermione's P.O.V

I stepped onto Platform 9 3/4 and looked around for my friends. I didn't see them yet, which meant that I was early once again, but not too early since the Hogwarts Express was already at the station. Pulling my trunk along with me, I boarded the train to find a compartment for my friends and I.  After finding one, I put my trunk above the seats and walked back off the train to say goodbye to my parents. They hugged me and left. They both had work this morning and couldn't stay long.
I stood on the platform looking for Harry and Ron. I wasn't sure about this year, Ron and I hadn't really been on good terms since the beginning of summer when he tried to pressure me into having sex with him. I am a virgin and I want to wait until I know I'm ready to do that kind of thing with Ron. I want it to be perfect and know that he loves me, not be a toy to play with when he felt like it. I aimlessly looked around, not really seeing anything since I was deep in thought. I started walking around a bit telling myself that I was looking for them, when I actually didn't want to see them just yet. Suddenly, I bumped into someone. I blushed and looked up, opening my mouth to apologize to them. But words wouldn't come out, I was staring straight into the grey-blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Watch out Granger. People would think you did that on purpose." He smirked at me and then out of nowhere, he winked at me!
"I-I'm sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean to bump into you." I mumbled to him. If anything, his smirk got bigger.
"Not to worry, Granger. No damage done." Then he smiled at me and walked away.
I stared at him in shock as he walked away from me and got onto the train. Just then, Harry and Ron came up to me. Harry gave me a big hug while Ron gave me a glare.
"What were you doing talking to the Ferret?" Ron asked angrily.
"That is none of your business Ronald. It was nothing really." I shot back. "Come on you two. I've already got a compartment for us."
"Actually Hermione, I'm going to look for Ginny." Harry said it almost apologetically. He had heard their fight over the summer and even though he wanted to stay and help Hermione, he didn't want to be in the middle of them if they started a row again.
"Alright then." I said angrily. I wasn't mad at Harry. Just Ron.
I glared at Ron and walked off, not glancing back to see if he was following me or not.
When I got to the compartment, I sat down and stared straight ahead. I felt Ron sit down next to me and he put his arm around my shoulder. I flinched a little. It went unnoticed by Ron as he started to talk about Quidditch. I zoned out immediately not caring about it in the least. After a few minutes of me staring stonily ahead, Ron started kissing my neck, making me feel uncomfortable. I tried pushing him away, but that only made him hold me tighter.
"Stop it Ronald." I mumbled. He kept kissing my neck. I started to get even more angry with him. "RONALD!!" I yelled.
He stopped and looked at me. Very pissed off. "What Hermione?" He asked me.
"I told you to stop it!" I yelled. "What part of that do you not understand Ronald?! Coming back to Hogwarts doesn't change the fact that I am angry with you and you know that!" I got up to walk out of the compartment. I didn't make it to the door.
He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me back hard. I cried out loudly from the pain in my wrist. He flicked his wand so that the shades drew down. He pulled my hair hard, and jerked my head back. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
"See here you little slut." he breathed in my ear. I suppressed a shudder of disgust and fear. "You are mine. You are never to leave me. Or you will regret it." We heard footsteps coming onto the train and he let me go. He gave me one last seething look and walked out into the hall looking for Harry and Ginny. I ran out after him, hauling my trunk behind me.
Before he could stop me, I put my trunk in the Heads compartment before running to the bathroom. It was small and cramped but it was some place I could let it out and cry. The train started moving and I didn't want to leave the place I felt most safe on the train. But, knowing I had to go meet the new Head Boy, I left the tiny bathroom and set off for the Heads compartment. I walked in and saw Malfoy sitting down looking out the window at the rain. He looked up as I walked in and I found myself drowning in those steel grey pools. He gave me a one over and could tell something was wrong. I blushed and looked away from him. But not quick enough.
"What's the matter Granger? What happened to you?" He demanded answers with his eyes. Then his eyes zeroed in on my wrist. I looked down and only then did I realize that my wrist was bruised. I quickly hid it by stuffing my hands into my jean pockets since I hadn't had time to put on my robes. He got up, looking angry, and walked over to me, putting his hand gently on my arm and almost as gently pulled out my hand from my pocket. He studied it closely then looked up at me. "Who did this Granger. I swear to Merlin I will make them pay for hurting you."
I pulled my wrist back from his grip and put it back in my pocket, avoiding his gaze.
"There is no need Malfoy. I merely fell and hurt my wrist." I looked at him for a minute. "So I guess you're Head Boy huh?" I asked, I was trying to change the subject.
He sighed and nodded, looking away from me and sitting back down beside the window.
I sat down too, ignoring the pain in my wrist.

Draco's P.O.V.

I looked at her, trying to figure out if she was telling me the truth about her wrist. She looked like she had been crying, and the anger swelled up in me again. 'She's lying.' I thought to myself. 'Why is she lying?' I stared at her. Puzzled.
Out loud, I said, "I don't believe you Granger. I know you are lying to me. And I'm going to find out why. And I'm going to find out who did that to you." I glanced over at her to see if she had heard me. She looked frightened, like a trapped animal. I vowed to myself that I would never see her like that ever again, if it was the last thing I did.
I thought about when she bumped into me on the platform. I tried to suppress a smile at the way she had looked. 'She looks beautiful when she blushes.' I thought. 'I just hope she realizes this year that I'm not at all a bad person.' For the rest of the train ride I thought about her beautiful brown curly hair and chocolate brown eyes.