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Hurt Me

Hermione's POV

I rush out on the grass, light footed, I have energy to spare. I'm tense and frustrated after that potions class. I just want to run off at full speed, nah, there's people around, I should go somewhere quiet. I need a breath of fresh air after that damn dungeon.

I walk by the wall catching some sunlight. I remember and stick my hand in my leather bag. I take out a paper. I have a look at the graded test Snape gave us. "Hmm…" I exhale trough nose, feeling a weave of anger washing over me. Once again I was graded incorrectly. I know Snape does these things on purpose, though he'd claim otherwise…

"Hey Hermione!" I hear from behind me and turn around. It's Parkinson. That's all I need right now, that bitch, and I'm already on edge.

"Hermione, Hermione…" She continues calling me mockingly. That's her latest thing, calling me by first name. It's the way she says it that's really taunting me, dragging it out like that. She's trying to get a reaction out of me. She's not gonna get one! I walk on ignoring her annoying voice that gets louder and closer each second. I pretend I'm still looking at test hoping she'll get the picture and walk off.

"Hey mudblood! You better answer when I'm talking to you."

I can't take it anymore. I crumple the test in my hand, turn around and throw it at her head in one swift motion. I just explode. "What! What!?" I ask rushing towards her.

"Hey, relax…" She backs away raising her arms as if I'm gonna hit her.

"What the hell do you want from me?! Ha?!" I yell out at her. "I know well what you want! Go pester someone else! I'm already pissed off as it is!"

"What's the matter? Failed potions?"

"I didn't fail! It's your beloved professor, taking it out on Gryffindors!" I say getting into her face. I'm not afraid of her, and I want to make sure she knows that. She's girlish, weak, and her magic is sub-par at best.

"Maybe you should try sucking up to him, like you do with other professors." She retorts with a smirk.

I don't why, but that really ticks me off. I can't think clearly. I drop my leather bag on the ground and pounce at her. I grab her by the collar and tie and push her as hard as I can.

She slams against the wall and moans out in pain, than falls on her ass. I stand over her, covering her with my shadow.

That felt strangely satisfying yet unfulfilling. I want to hit her again, but I manage to stop myself, reclaiming reason.

She looks up at me form the ground, sort of strangely, like she just lost her memory or something. I hope I didn't push her that hard, I know there'd be consequences for hurting the little princess. I look around, seams nobody saw us. "Are you alright?" I ask.

She remains speechless, just keeps staring at me form the ground.

"I'll assume you are." I say and turn around to leave.

"Wait." She says getting up, supporting herself on the rocky castle wall.

"What now!?" I say expecting an argument, or even a magic duel if she's stupid enough to start one.

"Hit me again…" She says. "…please." She adds. I can sense she is serious. She doesn't have her usual snare not tone of voice.

"What… Why?" I ask confused.

"Just do it." She says impatiently.

"Is this some trick?" I ask looking around once more.

"It's no trick. Come on… fast, while none's around. Just punch me in the face or whatever."

"I'm not hitting you in the face, so you can run off and show everybody I did it."

"Hit me in the belly than, come on, please."

This doesn't make any sense, but hearing her plead like that… and I do want to hit her, I bet a punch would be much more satisfying. "Alright, if you insist." I take a full swing and punch her in the belly like she requested.

She falls down on her hands trying to breathe. I look at my fist. I never knew I had this much power, it feels… amazing.

"Thank you…" she says when's able to speak. "Again please… a bit lower." She says barely standing up.

I take a step back, planning to get a better swing this time… I stop myself in the last moment. What am I doing?! What am I thinking?! I put my hand down and unclench my fist. "No! This is sick!" I say at last.

"But…" She pauses trying to find and argument for this to continue. "…please, just one more time…"

"No! You can self harm all you want, but leave me out of it. I gotta go." I walk back to the castle entrance.

"Hermione… come back… please…"

I ignore her pleading, I think she's even crying. I love it, I love the sound of her crying, and that's what scares me. I should get to my room and my bed. I need quiet place to lay down and think about all this. I do just that and lay down on my pillow thinking.

Her behaviour puzzles me, not as much as mine though. I never considered her sane in the first place, and now it's just obvious she's got major issues. But me, why did I hit her when she asked? Why did it feel so good? And why am I imagining it right now? I just can't get it out of my mind. I want to hurt her till she's bleeding and… Stop! I need to stop thinking like this!

End of part 1-