A/N- This is really angsty.
AHHH I forgot to put the disclaimer
Well here it is now
Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own any of the other characters, no matter how much I want to.
Bring Me to Life
Chapter 1- Eyes
How can you see into my eyes, like open doors… - Evanescense, Bring Me to Life
Hermione was sitting in the safety of her room. No one could bother her there, no one could insult her or whisper bookworm as she passed, no one could call her mudblood or know-it-all in her room, no could… judge her. To the untrained eye, Hermione had the perfect life. She had the grades, the beauty, and Harry Potter as a friend. She seemed happy; hell, she even fooled Harry. No matter what, Hermione would simply put on a smile, but inside, she wanted to run away, to run into the darkness that didn't judge her. Yes, the darkness was the only that that kept her safe.
It was maybe about 2 o'clock in the morning. Her parents should have been long asleep by now. Hermione moved herself towards the edge of her bed and opened the nightstand drawer. She saw it there, blinking at her, calling her. She couldn't stand it anymore; she reached out and grabbed at the knife that had been her only friend.
Slash
A cut, the blood ran.
She sat there, letting herself bleed until she started to feel light-headed. That's enough for now. It should get me through tomorrow.
Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered a few spells.
"Curatio."
The cut on her left wrist healed and vanished without a scar.
"Scourigify."
Just like the cut on her wrist the blood on her clothes, blankets, and carpet vanished, leaving absolutely no trace of what she had done.
Hermione laid back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling, savoring the light-headedness that she depended on so greatly.
She closed her eyes and went to sleep, hoping, wishing, the pain to go away.
No one knew of what Hermione did nearly every night in the darkness of her room, and she intended to keep it that way.
"Master Draco! Master Draco! Mistress says you only have 10 minutes to get ready!" squeaked a little house elf by the name of Dinky.
Draco Lucius Malfoy shot up out of his bed. Crap!
"Out of my way!" screamed Draco at the innocent little house elf, as he scrambled out of bed towards his bathroom.
The house elf looked at him with solemn eyes. Draco had never been the same ever since last year, ever since Lucius had been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. He used to be compassionate, thought the house elf, but now it was evident that his heart was no longer in the right place. It scared Dinky out of her wits; she wished she could help him, but she knew he couldn't be helped.
"Master Draco… " what has happend to you?
It was now 10 o'clock and Hermione was nearly done packing. She only needed to pack one more thing – her knife. She placed it in a dark corner of her school trunk where no one would be able to see it. She closed and locked her trunk and sat down, looking at herself in the mirror.
Time to put on another smile.
Hermione put on yet another one of her false smiles and descended the stairs with her trunk.
"I'm ready Mum."
"Alright sweetheart, just say bye to her father and we'll leave."
Hermione made her way to her father's study and stopped. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
"Come in."
"Daddy?" said Hermione cautiously, doing her best not to disturb his work.
She opened the door slowly and looked at her father. He was getting into his years; his hair was starting to gray and his eyes looked a bit sunken in. Despite the fact that he looked so fragile, Hermione knew his heart was strong. It was in his eyes, the way they twinkled when he smiled.
"Yes?" Said Richard Granger.
He looked up at his daughter and smiled.
There goes the twinkle.
"Daddy, it is time for me to go.
"Already? It's only 10!"
"I have to leave early for a meeting with Professor McGonnagal."
"About your Head duties?"
"Yes."
Richard Granger stood up out of his chair and walked towards his daughter.
"Hermione," he started, "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too, daddy."
He gave his daughter another one of his smiles. She smiled back, another one of her fake smiles.
She doesn't smile with that twinkle in her eyes anymore.
"Honey, promise you'll write often."
"I will daddy."
She hugged her dad once more and left.
Richard Granger stared at the door his daughter had just passed through.
Hermione, should I be worried?
Hermione was at King's Cross.
Another year, more work, more torture.
She was sitting in the head's compartment, already having said hi to Ron and Harry. Like always, they had no clue what was going on with Hermione. They just let her continue about her merry way. Leaving her to go the library she seemed to always be in. Little did they know, she didn't always use the library for studying. She now used it to sit in her dark corner to cut herself, to make the pain go away.
She was now waiting patiently for Professor McGonnagal and the head boy to arrive for their meeting.
I wonder who the head boy is.
The compartment door slid open, and Professor McGonnagal walked in. She closed the door behind her and sat down across from Hermione.
"Morning, Ms. Granger."
"Morning, Professor."
"I see the head boy isn't here yet. We'll just have to wait until he arrives so we can discuss your duties."
At that the compartment door slid open once more and a platinum blonde walked through.
No! Oh no! Not him… thought Hermione.
He took the seat next to Hermione.
"Mudblood." He spat quietly.
Hermione felt a tightening in her chest. She felt her eyes burn, but she refused to let herself cry.
I won't let him get to me.
"Alright, now we can begin. Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Granger. Firstly, I want to tell you that you two will have your own rooms, but you will share a common room."
Darkness clouded over Malfoy's eyes and Hermione's eyes dilated with fear.
"Secondly, you will be patrolling the halls from 10 until 12 with alternating prefects."
NO! no…thought Hermione.
"and you will be planning any events Hogwarts may have. That is all and I will see you at the castle."
At that McGonnagal left. Leaving Malfoy and Hermione all alone.
"Listen, mudblood. I will not tolerate anything from you. You've got that?" said Malfoy as he stood up and sat down on the seat opposite her.
Hermione nodded slowy.
This was tearing her up inside.
I wish I could use my knife right now.
She looked down at her hands and then looked out the window.
Malfoy continued to sit across from her. He stared at her, at her eyes. They were cold, so cold, lonely, and scared. A moment of realization dawned on him.
They're my eyes.
A/N – hmmmmm…. I'm not sure if I should continue this. It is so hackneyed. I'll try a few more chapters and see the responses I get. This means you should REVIEW.
