But I remembered you
Chapter One
Hermione Granger stood against the wall of the Prefect's quarters. She was in her sixth year and was currently the Gryffindor prefect. She was staring at the razor blade that she was holding. A voice inside her was telling her to go ahead and slit her wrists but a weaker voice came and told her not to. This feeling was not new to her. Hermione had been cutting her wrists since the start of her fifth year when she was told her mother was died of cancer. Although Hermione spent most of her time at Hogwarts she still kept correspondence with her mother and confided in her everything. She and her mother had such a strong bond that when she was told of her death, she just lost it. She blamed herself for her mother's death. She thought that maybe if she hadn't confided in her too much that she would still be alive. After her mother's death her father started becoming aloof. He rarely talked to Hermione and when she was home for the summer last year, they hardly talked. She started to cry. She willed herself not to but then she could not stop herself no one loved her. No one cared about her.
The sun was setting and Hermione spent the entire Saturday crying and feeling sorry for herself. Right not she was getting herself ready to slit her wrists again. She was glad for the silence that the room had to offer. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prefect was suppose to stay in the other room but disagreed with great disgust. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects had their own room together with the Head Boy and Girl in the other end of the castle to keep watch there. Another thing that pushed Hermione to slit her wrists was that her best friends were hardly paying attention to her. They seemed to talk less and less and when they were together Harry and Ron always talked about Quidditch or played Wizard Chess. Aside from that, the little things like not getting perfect on a test or not getting her hair right or at times when she felt too tired to study, she'd get angry at herself and slit her wrists. Sometimes even, Hermione would slit her wrists just for the heck of it and when Malfoy would call her a Mudblood. The word hurt her a lot. It reminded her of her parents and how her life is right now. Her wrists were riddled with scars of past attempts to silence the pain that she felt in her heart.
More tears spilled on her cheeks. She was not loved. She lifted the razor blade and slit her wrists, as she did so many times in the past. She knew that she had a problem, she new she needed help but all she needed right now is to be cared for and to be loved. Blood started oozing out of the slit in her wrist. She suddenly felt light-headed, so at peace with the world. Her eyelids felt heavy so she closed them. She sank to the floor. "I just need a nap," she thought. "Just a short nap. Wake me later. Please."
***
Draco Malfoy stormed through the halls in a dark mood. What the hell did Dumbledore want with him and stupid Mudblood Granger anyway? Why the fuck did he need to be the one to pick her up?
"Stupid Mudblood!" he muttered as he reached the portrait of the prefects' common room. Although he didn't live in the room he still knew the passwords to both common rooms just in case something came up like meetings and such.
"Password?"
"Silver Bangles" he muttered and the portrait door swung open.
He stepped in and looked around for a moment. The common room was gorgeous. There were two desks in the common room, a shelf filled with books, cozy couches that were upholstered in deep red to match its surroundings and there was a fire burning in the fireplace. He looked around some more before noticing Granger on the floor. He swore as he made his way towards her. She was lying on the floor and her wrist was bleeding. The cut was shallow so there wasn't much blood but she looked deathly pale.
"Granger! Get the fuck up or I'm getting Pomfrey right now!" he cursed.
Silence.
He shook her some more until she finally began to stir. What was happening? Who was waking her up? No one was supposed to know! She slowly opened her eyes to see a very furious Malfoy in front of her. She was startled upon noticing Malfoy that she screamed.
"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?" Hermione demanded as she struggled to get up. Malfoy helped her.
"Get your hands off me Malfoy!" she screamed.
"You ungrateful Mudblood! I saved your pathetic life and you tell me to back off?" Malfoy sneered.
Hermione flinched. She quickly recovered and reached for her wand and uttered a spell to close up her wound but left another disgusting mark on her arm to join the others. Malfoy stared at her in disbelief while she healed her wound. Something shiny caught his eye on the rug on the floor. A razor blade. He picked it up, examined it then stared daggers at Hermione.
"You fucking did this to yourself didn't you? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Malfoy said enraged.
"What the hell do you care Malfoy? I thought you wanted me dead?" Hermione replied coldly.
For the first time in his life Draco Malfoy was speechless. He knew that he hated Granger and would like nothing more than to see her suffer but he could not shake off the panic and the dread that he felt when he saw her lying on the floor with blood all over her.
"Dammit!" he cursed then turned around and headed for the Slythrin common room.
Hermione watched his retreating back. For a split second there she thought Malfoy cared. She was mistaken.
~*~
Draco Malfoy spent the entire night thinking of Hermione. The cut looked so awful and there were other marks on her arm too. What Hermione said about him wanting her dead struck a nerve. He didn't know why it hurt him but it did.
"What if she does it again?" a voice in his head spoke. "What if you're not around to help her?" that statement left him cold.
"Hell! She can die for all I care," he said to himself. He fell asleep finding it hard to believe his last statement.
Draco hurried to the Great Hall for breakfast to check on Hermione. Draco sighed with relief when he saw Hermione at breakfast the next morning. She looked depressed to Malfoy but at least she was alive. He noticed that she just stared at her breakfast and "wonder boy" and Weasel were too preoccupied to notice. She stood up and ran in the direction of the library.
"At least she can't hurt herself there," he thought. "I'll check on her later"
