A/N: I'm back again, with a new story. This time it's the golden trio's "eighth" year. Hermione and ron never kissed in the chamber of secrets, instead Harry and Hermione are going out. Soon I will post the other chapters once I have typed them. So read and reveiw. Enjoy :)
Chapter One: Sectrets; The Told and the Untold
He always told her to keep their relationship a secret, but Hermione never understood why.
Hermione thought that their best friend, Ron could be the only exception. He wasn't surprised he had noticed the way she looked at Harry, her eyes filled up with such love. A few nights later Harry had found out that Hermione had told Ron, without asking for his permission. The gryffindor common room was empty that night, the candle next to Hermione was lit but the flame was slowly diminishing. She was up late studying for a transfiguration essay due next week. Harry tapped her on the shoulder.
"I need to talk to you" he whispered in his ear. Hermione knew what was going to happen, it wasn't anything new. Harry cursed and yelled at her. Then he qiuetly muttered "sectumsempra". Hermione dropped to the floor as if a knife had sliced right through her side.
"I thought I told you not to tell anyone. How dumb can you get? Mud-Blood".
The words hurt more than the spell, but there hermione was, bleeding to death in the middle of the common room. That was when he came back to her, begging for forgiveness. He looked into her dulled dying eyes and apoligized over and over while he healed his dying girlfriend. Once the wound has scarred and the carpet was cleaned Harry got up and left, not even acknowledging Hermione crying. She carefully pulled herslef up from the floor. Stumbling over the desk where she was sitting, she gathered her things and headed to her dorm.
Hermione hopped into her four poster bed and closed the curtains behind her. Blocking out the rest of the world.
"Lumos" she whispered and a small amount of light appeared out of the end of her wand. Poking the end of her wand out of the curtains and into the side table next to her bed, she opened the top drawer. Inside was nothing else but a small ring box. Hermione snatched it up and shut the curtains before she woke up any of the other girls in the dorm. The black box didnt hold a ring, nor any other kind of jewelry, it held her releif, an escape from the pain.
The light of her wand made the silver blade sparkle. She looked at it adoringly, as if it were her only friend. Hermione pulled down her sleeve and cut yet another line into her left wrist. The scars never faded, nor did she want them too. Each and every one of them told a story, what she had lived through. The blood dripped off her wrist and onto the sheets of her bed. The pain of the cut, balanced out the mental pain and made everything feel better, even if it was only for a few seconds, it was better than nothing. Hermione put the blade in the box and then back in the drawer, Hiding her secret from the world for just a little longer. Hermione found herself tracing over the scar Bellatrix Lestrange had made the night at Malfoy Manor. Mud-blood. That's what every one thought of her.