Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story or the song, Take Me Away by Avril Lavigne, but I did cone up with the story :)

I cannot find a way to describe it
It's there inside; all I do is hide
I wish that it would just go away
What would you do, you do, if you knew
What would you do

I ran around the corner, as quickly as possible, away from McGonagall's classroom, tars flooding down my face. I ran into the nearest bathroom. I got in one of the stalls and leaned against the door, tears still streaming. I opened my bag and found my knife.

All the pain I thought I knew
All the thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away

I stood there for a long time, the blood streaming down my wrist matching the flood of tears coming from my eyes. "Hermione? Are you in here?" I heard Luna Lovegood calling. "Yeah Luna." I choked out, wiping my tears away as much as possible and using a nonverbal spell to clean up all the blood and wrap my arm up.

I feel like I am all alone
All by myself I need to get around this
My words are cold, I don't want them to hurt you
If I show you, I don't think you'd understand
Cause no one understands

I let myself out of the stall and there Luna stood. "What's wrong Hermione?" she asked when she saw my red splotchy face. "Ron and Lavender" I replied simply, tears welling up again. "Yes he can be a bit unkind."Luna said in a way only Luna could. "Just a little" a said sarcastically. I walked out of the bathroom and there Harry James Potter, my best friend, was, holding the books I'd left behind in McGonagall's class. "You forgot these." He said. I took them from him. My cut arm screamed in pain but I kept my face as normal as possible. "Thanks Harry"

All the pain I thought I knew
All the thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away

I began to walk away. Harry caught up with me quickly. "Are you okay Mione?" "Yeah just peachy Harry" I said, again sarcastically. My bag split open at that point and everything fell out. "Reparo" I said pointing my wand at it to fix it. Harry helped me pick up my books and lying in plain view was my knife, with blood still on it. "Mione, what's going on?" "None of your business." I said, stuffing my knife back to the bottom of my bag. "Yes it is my business. Let me see your arm Hermione." No." "Let me see what you did to yourself" "I…" I, somehow, decided to give him my arm. He pulled up the sleeve of my robe and saw my arm all wrapped up. "How long have you been doing this Mione?" "All year" I admitted. "Why?" I saw a sadness I'd never seen before in his eyes and another emotion I couldn't decipher. "I don't know anymore. It started because of Ron but I really don't know anymore." I said, tears falling again. "I want you to stop this Mione. It's dangerous." How do you know? You don't do it." I spat at him, tars still streaming. "Not Anymore. I stopped. After doing it for five years I stopped." I felt my jaw drop. "And another thing. There's someone who loves you much much more than Ron does." "Who is that?" I asked, looking up into his emerald green eyes. " Me." Harry replied. And he kissed me.