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The First Cut

Much Better, Hermione thought to herself sitting in her dorm room. It was after the Halloween feast and Hermione was sitting on her bed with a razor to her wrist and blood dripping onto her sheet. She could feel the pain of that day leaving her the minute the cut was made in her skin. She pulled the razor away from her arm and placed it on her over turned bedside bureau. She looked down at the neatly craved line running across her wrist and everything bad that happened that day came flooding back…

"Hermione, get over it! We slept together, big deal. It was just a one time thing!" Ron said while pulling his shirt over his head.

"You said you loved me! That doesn't just go away in a blink of an eye!" Hermione said confused.

"Hermione, I said it in the heat of the moment. What do you expect?" Ron said getting off Hermione's bed.

"I told you l love you and I meant it and you go ahead and lie to me about loving me back! Ron, you just can't go around messing with peoples emotions!" Hermione said angrily.

Hermione was crying now! She was up and walking over to Ron, who was looking the other way as if he had no interest in what she was saying. Hermione just stood there looking at the back of his head. She felt torn and hurt; the love of her life just used her for a one- nightstand! It was too much! Hermione grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom to change.

When she came out Ron was nowhere to be seen. She knew where he was, though. He was down in the Great Hall enjoying the Halloween feast with his and her friends. And that is where she should be. So she grabbed her black cloak and headed to the Great Hall.

When she entered the Great Hall she heard all sorts of chatter and when she looked up at the ceiling she saw hundreds of candles and behind them was a starry sky. She looked back down at the people talking and laughing and having a great time. Just an hour ago Ron and her were having a great time of their own and now she felt dirty and disgusted with herself. But when she found Ron and Harry pointing and looking at her she felt like making herself pay for what she had done.

Hermione turned around and headed back to her dorm. She stormed up the stairs and ran through the portrait and up to her room. When she was in her room she slammed the door and ran toward her desk on the right side of room. She threw everything off her desk; papers flew in all directions, books and quills started to litter the floor. Hermione then pulled out all the draws and threw them to the floor where they spilt in half. She tore off all the pictures from her wall and ripped the pages of her diary. She pushed her bedside bureau over and all the contents fell out… Notebooks, muggle pictures, some personal items, a razor used for opening boxes, Her wand.

Hermione stopped and looked down at the razor. The bland was sharp and looked like it could cut through anything. She never knew what made her do it, but she walked over to the over turned bureau and picked up the razor. She looked at it and sat down on her bed. Hatred came over her, a hatred for herself! Hermione slowly put the bland to her wrist and cut. The pain felt good to her; she knew she deserved it!

Hermione looked down at the neatly craved line running across her wrist and felt a little better. Hermione then picked up her wand and murmured a spell to make the cut stop bleeding. The cut was still visible and she was going to keep it that way. She looked down at her sheets and saw the blood.

"Shit!" Hermione said to herself.

Hermione quickly vanished the blood and laid down her bed. She stared up at the ceiling a while before falling to sleep. While she slept she dreamt…

She was walking down a disserted corridor. Invisible wind blew papers down the hall. And at the end of the corridor Hermione could see Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She tried to go to them but every time she got a little closer they got a little farther, until they disappeared altogether. She was alone.