Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back
And never moving forward so there'd never be a past
"Easier To Run" Linkin Park
Run, Hermione, run. Faster. I need to run faster I need to reach the tower. I can hear Harry behind me huffing to keep up. "Hermione wait!" But I won't. The damage is done. I've done the one thing I promised myself never to do. I see it happen all around me. Girl with fake smiles and nervous laughter. But you can tell the fakeness, you can see it in their eyes. You see it on the boys smirking and boastingly laughing. I was determined never to be like them.
But the last week I was, what I promised never to be. The girl with the fake smile and nervous laughter, smiling my smile hurt that my best friends couldn't see the fakeness in my eyes. Hoping that no one could see it in my eyes, but secretly challenging anyone to. I stumbled and feel to by knees. It's over once again I failed. I swore as Harry bent towards me, kicking my wand out of reach. Arms come around so I am trapped forced to stare at the emerald eyes, watching me with great concern. "Please tell me Hermione, you know I will understand. Oh how I knew that all to well. Funny, Ron said the same when he found me in the library after hours. "Tell me!" "I-I can't!" "Why!" I don't really know. Maybe I will tell him. I'm sure he will just hate me as Ron does now. Harry was my last hope of completely not being THOSE girls, and I have failed him and me. "It's okay Hermione, I'll walk you back." I smiled at those emerald eyes, ones that cared, but all I saw was silver-blue eyes before I blacked out into Harry's arms.