Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction! Please read, review, and tell me exactly what you think!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters, the idea of Hogwarts, etc.

Hermione dipped her quill in her ink bottle, scribbled the final end to her Potions essay, and pulled out her wand. "Rollupatus!" The scroll curled neatly into a tube in her bag. Everyone, even Hermione's closest friends, thought homework was her favorite thing in the world. If they only knew.

But no one will ever know me, she thought to herself, her tears beginning to mingle with her eyeliner.

"Hey Hermione, are you ok? Your eyes look kinda red and puffy" asked Ron, as Hermione hurried her way into the common room.

"I cannot believe you, Ronald! Don't think you can know me! Don't think you can judge me! Prat," she spat at him, as she turned around, ran back out the portrait hole, and into her private Head Girl's room.

Ron's POV

After Hermione's hasty retreat upstairs, Ron flung himself on the squishy armchair, knocking over our game of Wizard Chess. Bloody insane, that woman.

"You know, really, could you have been any more insensitive, Ron?" snarled Ginny.

"Yeah, you were a bit of a twit, mate…" said Harry, rearranging the chess pieces.

Ron growled. The thing was he wanted Hermione. He wanted her bad. When she'd come to his house that summer, his jaw dropped. She had certainly filled out nicely. Her hair had naturally become lightly wavy instead of bushy, she had a great looking arse, and to top it all off, she had grown to a 34DD.

"Mate, we know you want her, but by Merlin, you won't get her if you keep acting like this!" reasoned Harry.

"I know, Mate, you're right…" started Ron, "but it's like I can't help myself, like I have to be a jerk!"

"Well, I have to go check on her; she's probably crying her eyes out," frowned Ginny. With that, she ran upstairs.

Hermione's POV

After saying the password, "Erevu Mwanamke" ('smart woman' in Swahili), she barreled into her room and flung herself down on the black velvet bed. She looked up sadly at her black ceiling and flicked her wand to turn on her black CD player. She hated that she had to bottle up her feelings. Her life was horrible. Her parents never paid her any attention; it as all about orthodontia. Ron would never know how much she loved him, how much he hurt her. At this point, only music could understand her pain.

"Look at me
You may think you see who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day, it's as if I play apart

Now I see if I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I am now
In a world where I have to
Hide my heart
and what I believe in

But somehow
I will show the world what's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am.

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?

When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?"

She stumbled a little bit as she slid off of her bed. With black tears oozing down her pale face, she reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a razorblade.

Right before she passed out, she heard Ginny at the door. But then everything was black.

A/N: Yup, remember to review! I know it's kinda short, but I'll update soon! (The song is "Reflection" by Christina Aguilera.)