Hullo all. This is a little oneshot I thought of while writing my recent chapter of 'The Real Me'. Basically it's the story that Hermione tells Harry when she finds out he's been cutting himself.

Hermione mentally cursed as she pushed open the doors of the public library she often visited on summer break. It was near the beginning, she'd only gotten home a week ago, yet out of nowhere it decided to rain as if it were the middle of autumn. She had decided it was because God was bored and decided to play with her life some more.

Her parents were busy working, again, this year they were working on some sort of project to get on their bosses good side so that they could get a raise. They didn't need it, but once a Granger sets a goal, you can't stop them.

She walked through the normal shelves that she usually did when here and found that she'd read all of the good books already. So she started to wonder aimlessly until she came upon an unfamiliar section. The sign read: Anime/Manga.

She walked over and picked up a random book. The cover said "Wolfs' rain". She started reading it and although she always thought comic books pointless she rather like the Japanese version. She was so into the Manga she didn't notice that somebody had walked into the same section and was reading over her shoulder until he spoke up.

"Good taste."

"Hwa?" said Hermione surprised as she jerked her hands up and lifted one foot off the ground in a, well, lame attempt at a defense position.

"Slow down there spark, I was just complimenting you on your taste in Manga." Said the boy.

He was tall, really tall. Like six four. (Remember this is the summer after third year, neither Harry or Ron are close to this tall yet.) He had deep black hair that flowed around his face and deep brown eyes. (The way I'm imagining his hair is like the dudes' who sings that cannon ball (confidence) song.) He was wearing skater/punk style gray jeans and an A Perfect Circle T-shirt on.

"Name's Isaiah. Yours?" he asked. (You say it Eye-zay-ah)

"Hermione."

"Cool, come here a lot?"

"Yeah, my parents work often and I have nothing better to do, so I come here."

"I see, you don't come in this section a lot though, do you?"

"Not really, I read novels mostly." She answered blandly.

They talked about good books they'd both read and he educated her on good Manga for much of the day until he said he had to got meet some friends and left, but not before getting her number. She blushed and felt like an idiot when he asked; nobody had ever wanted her number before.

After he had left Hermione grabbed a couple of the Mangas he had suggested, checked them out and began the long ride home on her bike. She was happy to see that it had stopped raining.

"'Mione, phone dear!" called Hermione's mother from the living room.

Hermione, who was in her room, reached over and picked up the phone in her room. "Hello?"

"Hello, Hermione?" said the voice on the other end.

"Yes, who's this?"

"Hey, it's Isaiah."

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good. Listen, you seem pretty cool, I'm meeting up with a couple friends under the downtown city bridge, wanna meet us there?"

"Sure, what time?"

"'Bout half an hour."

"Kay, I'll be there."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Hermione had gotten her father to give her a ride into town and had him drop her off a block away from the bridge. She didn't want him to know exactly where she was going to be, the bridge didn't have to good of a reputation. Strike that understatement of the year. It was known as the place where the 'mislead youth' hung out, if your kid was going to hang out there, you could kiss a future good bye and prepare a spot on your doorstep for the police.

She had dressed differently then she usually did for this reason. If she wore the usual pink shirt and jeans, she'd be stared at the whole time and she didn't like people looking at her. Instead, she wore a pair of black jeans and a plain dark blue sleeveless collar shirt.

"Hermione!" greeted Isaiah upon seeing her.

"Hey Isaiah."

"Everybody this is Mione, the chick I told you about. Mione, this is Derek, Sarah, Garret, and Tanner."

Yo, sup, hey, and a nod was what she got for a greeting.

It wasn't long before she fit right in and was talking as much as the rest of them. Tanner was the shortest and also the entertainer of the group. He would spontaneously yell out "I'm naked" and if you were talking, he would slip in the phrase "in the nude" wherever it would be funny. Garret was the laid back into a little of everything dude. Derek was the hard-core skater. Sarah was the one keeping them from getting into too much trouble, but knew how to make and take a joke as well.

She found that there was a dark side of her self that she hadn't noticed before. They all got started talking about their parents and she found that she was actually very upset at hers. That's when they pulled out their blades.

"You cut Mione?" asked Isaiah as if he was asking about the weather.

"No I don't."

"That's cool."

"I think I'd like to try though." She said uncertainly.

"You sure? I don't want to pressure you."

"Screw you, this is for me."

"In the nude."

"Shuddup Tanner."

"Couldn't help myself."

"Yeah man, not the time." Said Derek as he brought the blade down to his wrist. Hermione watched as he slowly eased the tip into his skin and the crimson liquid started to drip.

She looked over at Isaiah and saw that he had just done the same thing except with what looked like an old time razor for shaving, he then wiped the razor on his shirt and handed her the now clean utensil.

She took it and looked it over carefully. It must have been apparent on her face that she wasn't sure of how exactly to go about it because a second later Isaiah pulled her into his lap and put his hand over hers, guiding it like you would for a child learning to write.

He slowly guided it over to her wrist and pressed it onto her warm flesh, only onto. It was her choice to push it into… and she did. She felt a new kind of feeling enter her, a mix of adrenaline, anger, and calm acceptance. She relaxed into his body.

Ta-daa! The end... or is it? I know I said this would be a oneshot but, dunno, feels like there's more story to be told. What do you guys think? If you guys say so I'll just leave it as it is, or continue with this as a multi-chapter fic. Up to you.

-Peace.

Lbw.