A/N: I hope you all enjoy this story... it's inspired by the hole song of the same title... if you do not like reading about drug use, sex, self mutilation, and depression than please don't read this. A lot of this story is inspired by personal events. Have fun and please review so I know how to improve the story and what you would like to see. Thanks!

Disclaimer:Characters are JKs Ideas are JKs, plot is mine.

Hermione zipped up her sweatshirt and lifted the hood to her head. She pushed her long, bushy hair (now nearly dreadlocks from lack of care) out of her face and stepped out of the diner back out the icy wind that swept down sunset strip. She checked to make sure her wand was still in her back pocket and set off down the street. After several, freezing minutes she saw him... bright red hair luminous even at this hour... She smiled and walked forward.

George was leaning against a dumpster, smoking a clove. "Hey," she muttered. "You got my shit?
"Yeah I got it Hermione," he said but did not reach into a pocket, or move at all.
There was a very pregnant pause. "Well? Where is it?"
"I don't know about this Herms. You're sinking into this way too much. Yeah George and I toke every once in a while but this shit is just-"
Hermione smirked. "I'm a big girl now George. I know what I'm getting into."
"I really don't think you do... I mean look at you!"
"Stop right there before I curse you into oblivion," whispered Hermione menacingly, pulling out her wand. "Now do you want your money or am I just gonna have to Summon the goods and disappear?"
"Fine! Jesus, put that away will you?" said Fred looking around nervously. He pulled out a small paper bag and handed it to her. She pulled out some wadded out bills and handed them to him. Fred let out a snort of either disgust or disbelief but Hermione let it slide. "You got a light?" she said, pulling out a clove from her pocket. Fred tossed her the lighter. God, thought Hermione. I don't even use my wand anymore, I've resorted to lighters!
"Hey drop me an owl... I'm staying at Luna's right now, we should all get together."
"Alrighty... See ya later 'Mione... Be careful alright?" he pulled her in for a hug. Hermione smiled weakly and waved goodbye"

"Wake up goddamit!"
"Merfshagleit?"
"HER-MY-OW-NEEE! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Hermione raised her bushy head. She pulled off her sleeping bag and kicked away the empty beer bottles and cigarette cartons that littered the floor where she slept. "What's for breakfast?" she said groggily. Luna sighed. "Listen Herms ... we've been friends for ages and you know I love you. But I said you could stay here for a week."
"And?"
"IT'S BEEN A MONTH! FOR CHRISSAKES HERMIONE!"
Hermione bowed her head and sighed. Yes, she had stayed much longer than she had intended but she had hoped that she could possibly move in with Luna someday...someday soon.
"Alright alright... I'll be outta here by tomorrow night, I promise. Now where's the damn mirror?"
Luna chucked it at her from hallway across the room and began to perform cleaning charms on the room; bottles flew into the recycling can, stains disappeared from the carpet, and hair from Luna's many cats vanished from the couch. Hermione pulled the goods from her sweatshirt pocket. It had been almost three days since she'd last tweaked and she was dying for more. She pulled out a dollar bill and cut the coke into neat little lines. It was so nice to numb everything out.

It's the emptiness that follows you down
It's the ache inside when it all burns out
It's poisonous it muscles it aches
It's everything you had when it breaks
It's the emptiness that's all you have left
Too terrified of your frozen breath
It's a bitter mouth it's buttered and knived
It's the awful truth you fight for your life
It might as well it might as well hurt
It might as well it might as well
I went down to rescue you
I went all the way down
Fill your hungry wretched life
Here they come it's closing time
It's the bitter root it's twisted inside
It's the heart you used to have when it died
It's the emptiness it poisons it lies
It's everything that you'll never find
It might as well it might as well hurt
It might as well it might as well
I went down for the remains
Sort through all your blurs and stains
Take your rapture blister burns
Stand in line it's not your turn
All dressed in red, always the bride
Off with her head, all dressed in white
Off with her head
I went down to rescue you
I went all the way down
I went down for the remains
Sort through all your blurs and stains
Ooh, I will follow you
Anytime anywhere
Ooh, I will come for you
Just say you don't care
-HOLE