Summary: There are 13 reasons why Hermione Granger killed herself. Being a Mudblood, having rumours spread about her and being caught up in a murder are three of those reasons. You, Ron Weasley, are another one. There is so much we don't know about Miss Granger.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Idea based on Jay Asher's Thirteen Reasons Why.

A/N- I'm sorry for not uploading my other stories, I haven't been able to log in. I promise to upload more frequently from now. :)


I felt sick.

There was a small layer of sweat clinging to my brow as I climbed the stairs to the owlery. Though it
was high up enough that there was a cool breeze I couldn't get rid of the clamminess about me.

I sank down onto the steps and rested my head against the cold stone wall. The recent discoveries I had made about a girl I thought I knew had left my head spinning and though I would never admit it, close to tears.

She was one of my best friends for Merlin's sake! How could I have not realised she was falling? Looking back, yeah she had shown signs, but being the insensitive jerk I am, I just over looked them. Well done Weasley. You might have been her only chance. If I had been her only hope, then yes, I truly deserved to be on her list of people to blame for her death.

Could I, Ron Weasley, have saved her?

Could we all have?

Taking a few deep breaths I stood up with as much dignity as I could muster, wiped away the moisture that had gathered in my eyes and continued my way up the stairs. The owlery was empty so I made my way over to the first of the school's owls I could find. It didn't matter whether I used my own owl or the school's, the receiver of my package would still find out I sent the package. Just like I had found out who had sent the package to me: the person on the list before my name.

I hastily tied the nameless package with no return address and left the owlery without bothering to watch the owls disappear. Maybe I should have stayed. It wasn't as If I wanted to watch them go, in all truth I was glad to be rid of the package, now that it's weight was on someone else's shoulders, but maybe to watch the owls fly away could have been my own personal tribute to her. Maybe I could have stayed there until the owls were a tiny speck or maybe I would skip breakfast and just stand in the tower and think, gazing at the rising sun.

Oh well, I couldn't do anything about it now I was already down the steps and sprinting in order to get down to breakfast before everyone else started arriving.

Once inside the hall, I grabbed a seat next to Harry and glanced wistfully at the empty seat opposite us. The one that used to be occupied by our other partner in crime, well, more so the one who used to rein us in. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and started loading my plate.

The Great Hall was full by the time the Owls entered with the morning mail. I knew there would be 8 pairs of eyes all scanning the hall to see if Ron Weasley hadn't broken the chain and had sent the package on to the next unfortunate victim in this twisted guilt game.

They were not disappointed.

At the exact moment that an owl landed in front of Harry and I, a bunch of owls crashed down on the other side of the hall. People looked towards the commotion, I looked down. The owl before me had a newspaper tied around it's leg; the daily prophet. We still hadn't cancelled the subscription she had held. I paid the owl two sickles and glanced back over to where my target was now staring blankly at the package, choosing not to open it.

Smart.

Not like me, I had barely avoided Harry's questions as I sprinted out of the hall. Well, there you go Hermione; I've passed your message on.

I've done my job.


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