"Filthy little mudblood." She kept thinking what Malfoy said earlier that day. He's always called her that but this time it was different. She actually cared about what he said. It's not like they're dating or anything, they were far from it. Everything that happened earlier that day replayed in her head over and over, from seeing Pansy kiss Draco to her running into the Perfects bathroom and crying.
She cared so much about him, but Malfoy couldn't see that. If he could, he did a pretty damn good job at keeping it a secret. She has never felt like this before, whenever she saw Draco, her stomach would tie in knots. She felt as if she was in heaven.
"Are you in here?" Ron yelled. He turned to see one of his best friends sitting on the cold tile.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" Ron asked sitting next to her. All she did was look at him. Ron looked closely at her, her brown eyes looked black. Her once beautiful smile turned into a sadistic frown. Her olive skin almost pale.
"Why do you let him do this to you?"
"'Cuz I love him." She said sniffling.
"You need to get over your obsession. Harry's worried about you." Ron said getting up and leaving the bathroom. Why couldn't she love Ron the way she did with Malfoy. She was alone again, rocking back and forth with her knees up to her chest. Why does she love, when he doesn't care about her? She got up and went over to the mirror, she took her razor and pushed it in her skin, she pushed deeper and deeper. She wouldn't stop, Malfoy finally got to her. She closed her eyes slowly. Hermione finally cured her obsession. Maybe now Draco will notice her or maybe not. Plus why should he care if she's gone. Why?
