A/N For now this is a one shot.

Hermmione has recenlty discovered she was adopted, her parents tell her this after her they reveal the loss of both their jobs. Now Hermionecould have handled this, but she learns that she will not be able to continue going to Hogwarts. To make matters worse they sold all her books and go on to tell her that they all need to find jobs to survive. For a while it seems all right, but this new situation is slowly crushing Hermione's soul. She has taken to cutting herself to feel better, nothing severe and small enough to hide. This was, although quiet a setback, not the end of the world. And in time Hermione may have healed, but another misfortune came her way. She lost both her parents and her friends Ginny and Harry in the war. Now an orphan, Hermione is sent to a muggle orphanage, where she is not mistreated but misunderstood. All would be fine but for the Death Eaters attack. Few prisoners were taken, indeed most of the children were slaughtered. Hermione did not see the destruction of the other orphans, which would have been more than she could handle. Hermione was one of the few captives, or hostages taken. She was picked after being identified as a Witch. She was to be used in an attempt to take over Hogwarts, and destroy Dumbledore. Fortunately for all magic and non-magic folk their plan failed, due to the help of two traitors, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. At Hogwarts as a student once more, Hermione has finally had enough. In the secrecy ofthe bathroom in her Head Girl room she attemptsto end her suffering.

Time

She longed for the end.

Time...

The word tasted bitter in her mouth.

Time

Why? Why did it have to be like this?

Time? There was no more time... not for her story.

No more time...

She smiled bitterly. Time, she was just a moment in time.

A brief occurrence, something so small and forgettable,

but was there someone who could remember? Remember her?

No!

It was a foolish thought, she scarred too many in her attempt

to save herself. It was horrible, it cut like a knife to her heart each time.

But each time the pain became less and less. Now she was numb, so numb.

No More!

She couldn't take it anymore, it was too late to change her mind anyways.

The blood had started dripping... drip... drip...onto the floor. The red was so bright.

Against the white tiles, against her pale face. The blood was running from the cuts

on her face, across her chest, her wrists, her arms and legs.

NO MORE TIME!

She fell, unable to support herself any longer. Someone was standing there. Watching her.

Looking up, she saw his blue eyes staring at her from behind blond hair. She saw the smirk on his face as he reached forward and closed her eyes.

Time...

Her time was over.

A/N: If you couldn't guess, it's Draco who smirked at her. And Hermione is either dead or simply unconscious from blood loss. It depends on if I decide to make this more than a one shot. Reviews are appreciated.