A/N: We always love the unexpected. So here is an unexpected oneshot! R&R pls!
If only…
Hermione opened her window. The cold air blasted through the window. She enjoyed the coldness. It made her feel brittle. Her tears slid down her cheeks, leaving a trail of salted crust. It felt hard. Her eyes touched the cold panes. The window was cold and misty. She wiped her hands through it. There was no need to. The window was already open, but Hermione wasn't even thinking.
She slowly walked to her bed and sat on the edge. She cast her eyes beside her. It was empty. She blinked back her tears and took out her penknife. She held it tight in her hand and pulled. There was a deep gash. Blood poured out of it. Warm, luscious blood flowed freely down her hands. The crimson of the blood glowed in stark contrast against her pale skin. The sticky liquid oozed out, staining her hands and washing away her scars.
Hermione closed her eyes. This wound would heal, maybe leaving a scar behind, but what of the scars in her heart? Would they ever heal? Hermione stared for a while, mesmerized by the blood flowing sluggishly down her hand and onto the white bedsheets. Scarlet drops of blood glistened on the white surface like rubies.
Hermione drew in a sharp breath. She knew that the time was here. She had tolerated enough. She had been leading an unimportant life. Meaningless. What difference did she make? She was a no one. She was nothing. No one even took notice of her.
Hermione stood at the window again. Drawing in a deep breath, she held the frame and hoisted herself onto the sill. "I'm gone!" she whispered and jumped, plunging into the dark below.
The whole of Hogwarts was sleeping or at least what was left of Hogwarts. Almost the entire population had died in the war and there she was, standing still. As alive as ever.
Why was she still left? She did not want this life. Hermione's arms were flailing all over as the wind rushed past her. Her life flashed in front of her eyes. Harry was dead. So was Ron…her Ron. how could she have forgotten about him? Dumbeldore was gone too…everyone was…
However, she was left to regret all these deaths. She could have done something…And as she fell, Hermione's eyes lit up all of a sudden. She could have done something! Why had she not? She stretched her arms, but it was too late! She was too far down, sailing away to meet her destiny- her destiny that ended too soon.
She could hear the death impending just a few meters away. Hermione was desperate. She needed something to keep her alive. Why hadn't she thought of it? She could have washed away her sins, cleansed herself if only she had not been such a coward. If only she had done something to redo her mistakes. If only…if only…she had not been a death eater…
