She didn't know when exactly she felt the need to do this to herself, but she did it none the less. Every day it got harder and harder to not ask for help. She knew what she was doing was bad for her, and that she needed to stop. But since when did she do what was good for her? Fighting against the Dark Lord wasnt good. And being best friends with Harry Potter was sure as hell not good. Yes, she is the brightest witch of their age, but she still makes mistakes. And this is one of them. She wished that someone, anyone, would notice and help her. She didnt care, she just wanted someone to be there for her. Because, as long as she can remember, no one has ever cared to notice that she was falling apart. Ever since first year when Ron had said nobody liked her, she hasnt been the same. She just wanted to be loved.
"Hey, Hermione, I have to tell you something.." Neville's feeble voice broke through her thoughts. She was sure he wanted help with his Charms homework.
"Sure, Neville. What is it?" Hermione spoke as if nothing was bothering her, as if the her world was alright and not falling apart.
"I.. I like you. And not the kind of 'Oh we're friends' kind of like. The 'Oh, you're really smart and pretty' kind of life. And I know in these times its weird to like someone. But theres something about you Hermione. Theres something about you thats so elusive, like you're hiding, that I like about you. So I was wo-" But before he could finish, Hermione's lips we're already on his. It was the kind of kissed reserved for muggle movies. So passionate, so raw. It was by far the best kiss Neville had ever had. Never mind the fact it was hit first kiss. They could hear wolf whistles and protests in the background. But they didn't care this was their moment. And they'd be damned if anyone was going to ruin it. After what seemed like eternity, they broke apart.
"So, what was the question you were going to ask me Neville?" Hermione giggled and layed her head on his chest. 'Maybe he's going to be the one to save me.' she thought.