She didn't know why she did it, all she knew was the sense of calmness that followed the sharp sting of the knife piercing the paleness of her skin. She would like to say it was the first time and even though she had become perfectly fine with lying to herself, this was the one thing she didn't. It had been 2 years since the defeat of Voldermort and the die Harry had so nearly died, it had also been 2 years since she finally truly succumbed to her feelings and kissed the boy she thought she would marry; the boy who was next to her now. He was deep in slumber, his breathing even and unchanging as tears slowly fell, staining her cheeks almost like the red that was staining her legs. Sighing she whispered under her breath the incantation she knew like her back of her hand and watched as the cuts vanished from sight, almost as if they were never there. If only the wounds deeper than skin were so easy to heal as well.
She was beautiful, the girl with skin so pale and eyes so blue, framed with long deep red lockes. She would look peaceful, sat in bed with her legs drawn into herself, a ruin that looked to have been tattooed into her arm. If it wasn't for that look, the kind of look in her eyes that spoke of things one wished that they could forget but knew they would and could never run from. It was also the kind of look that made her pause and think of nothing else other than claiming the other girls lips with her own, the sudden desire that ran through her made her pause, unable to comprehend at the moment of the strengh of the feeling that she thought she had experience before but never came close to the want that was running through her now. She had never seen this girl before and yet she had felt like she had known her her whole life.
"Hermione," she heard him whisper her name against her cheek as he kissed her softly, rousing from her as sleep. She looked at the clock that was beside her bedside table, surprised to find out it was as late as 1 pm. She must have fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, "baby wake up," he uttered again before kissing her, kissing her with the kind of kiss that used to make her knees weak and her heart heavy with warmth but now just made the hollow emptiness in her chest that much more prominent, but she knew better than to push him away so when he kissed a path downwards and tugged at her pants, she just closed her eyes and let the rush of sensations carry her away in a world where all she could think about was soft red lips and blue eyes, the effects of the dream still lingering.