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Things that have :: around them are thoughts
1 chapter story
Hermione Granger sat in the bathroom stall and threw up for the fourth time that day. ::Why am I doing this:: The door opened. She looked up. ::Oh crap, someone's going to catch me!:: She quickly stood up and left the stall. She walked around the corner she ran into someone.
"Miss Granger, why weren't you in Potions?" came a cold voice.
She had ran straight into none other than the Potions teacher himself, Snape.
"Um, I wasn't feeling well," she replied.
The truth was she was fine. She just had a special friend named Ana. Ana liked to visit Hermione in the bathroom, when she wasn't to confident with herself. Hermione made herself throw up.
It all started when...
FLASHBACK:
"Watch it, Mudblood," came a voice.
"Watch yourself, Malfoy," Hermione replied.
"I don't need to because I'm not fat!"
END FLASHBACK
That's when Hermione and Ana met. She had heard to muggles doing it and when she had gotten her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, her best friend started doing it too. Hermione was anorexic. It was the only thing that made her feel better. She had been doing this for about a month. Harry and Ron didn't notice. Sure, they noticed her not eating but they thought nothing of it.
MIDDLE YEAR
Harry and Ron started questioning Hermione, because they noticed her not eating. So Hermione would eat when she was around them and then go throw up afterward. Hermione and Ana were best of friends now, they were seeing each other at least 5 times a day.
One day, Hermione left the Great Hall and Harry followed her. She went to a corner, instead of the bathroom. "Accio, trashcan," she said. A trashcan flew to her. She stuck her finger in her mouth and instantly threw up. Harry was amazed. ::Why is she doing this?:: Harry walked up to her and touched her back. She felt very frail. When he was this close to her she notice she was a little yellow, too.
"Hermione, you need to go to Madame Pomfrey," he said, gently.
"No!" she replied.
"You need help!"
"I DON'T CARE! LET ME DO WHAT I WANT TO DO! WHY DO YOU CARE ANYWAYS?"
"Why? Because, I love you!" he tried to reply calmly.
"You what?"
"You heard me, I love you!"
"Why? Why would anyone love fat, Mudblood, Hermione Granger?"
With that she ran off. She knew she had hurt Harry, but that wasn't the worst of it. She became friends with a razor blade.
END OF YEAR
Hermione had cuts up and down her arms. The inside of her mouth was turning black. Her skin was frail and yellow. ::I need help:: she finally decided. She walked slowly to the hospital wing. She almost passed out. When she got there Madame Pomfrey immediately put her in a bed then went to get someone. Harry and Ron ran in and sat with her. It was getting late but they wouldn't leave. Hermione finally fell asleep. She woke up around 5 in the morning. She looked at Harry. He was still awake. Ron wasn't, he was sprawled out on a chair. He looked at her and smiled.
"Harry, I love you, too," and with that Hermione closed her eyes for the last time.
Things that have :: around them are thoughts
1 chapter story
Hermione Granger sat in the bathroom stall and threw up for the fourth time that day. ::Why am I doing this:: The door opened. She looked up. ::Oh crap, someone's going to catch me!:: She quickly stood up and left the stall. She walked around the corner she ran into someone.
"Miss Granger, why weren't you in Potions?" came a cold voice.
She had ran straight into none other than the Potions teacher himself, Snape.
"Um, I wasn't feeling well," she replied.
The truth was she was fine. She just had a special friend named Ana. Ana liked to visit Hermione in the bathroom, when she wasn't to confident with herself. Hermione made herself throw up.
It all started when...
FLASHBACK:
"Watch it, Mudblood," came a voice.
"Watch yourself, Malfoy," Hermione replied.
"I don't need to because I'm not fat!"
END FLASHBACK
That's when Hermione and Ana met. She had heard to muggles doing it and when she had gotten her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, her best friend started doing it too. Hermione was anorexic. It was the only thing that made her feel better. She had been doing this for about a month. Harry and Ron didn't notice. Sure, they noticed her not eating but they thought nothing of it.
MIDDLE YEAR
Harry and Ron started questioning Hermione, because they noticed her not eating. So Hermione would eat when she was around them and then go throw up afterward. Hermione and Ana were best of friends now, they were seeing each other at least 5 times a day.
One day, Hermione left the Great Hall and Harry followed her. She went to a corner, instead of the bathroom. "Accio, trashcan," she said. A trashcan flew to her. She stuck her finger in her mouth and instantly threw up. Harry was amazed. ::Why is she doing this?:: Harry walked up to her and touched her back. She felt very frail. When he was this close to her she notice she was a little yellow, too.
"Hermione, you need to go to Madame Pomfrey," he said, gently.
"No!" she replied.
"You need help!"
"I DON'T CARE! LET ME DO WHAT I WANT TO DO! WHY DO YOU CARE ANYWAYS?"
"Why? Because, I love you!" he tried to reply calmly.
"You what?"
"You heard me, I love you!"
"Why? Why would anyone love fat, Mudblood, Hermione Granger?"
With that she ran off. She knew she had hurt Harry, but that wasn't the worst of it. She became friends with a razor blade.
END OF YEAR
Hermione had cuts up and down her arms. The inside of her mouth was turning black. Her skin was frail and yellow. ::I need help:: she finally decided. She walked slowly to the hospital wing. She almost passed out. When she got there Madame Pomfrey immediately put her in a bed then went to get someone. Harry and Ron ran in and sat with her. It was getting late but they wouldn't leave. Hermione finally fell asleep. She woke up around 5 in the morning. She looked at Harry. He was still awake. Ron wasn't, he was sprawled out on a chair. He looked at her and smiled.
"Harry, I love you, too," and with that Hermione closed her eyes for the last time.