Raiting: T
Summary: It's late and Hermione Granger is alone in Hogwarts corridors. No particular couple (that's a first XD).
Disclaimer: Hermione Granger is the property of JK Rowling.
Author's note: I wrote this simply because I felt lonely and maybe a little sad. It's not a really happy story, so don't spoil your happiness by reading this little draft. Enjoy!
~ Lord knows I'm just a fool ~
The corridor was empty and I almost thanked God for that. I had no choice, I now had to come back to my room and pray for everyone to be asleep. Nobody had to see neither the dried tears on my cheeks nor my torn clothes.
I was all wrong. I'm almost never wrong and I wish I would have been right. If I were right, I wouldn't stand here in my misery and pain.
Only fifty feet left and I would be in my room, in the warmth of my sheets.
I whispered the password to the portrait and prayed one last time for Malfoy to have gone to sleep. I sighed in relief when I saw the living-room in the darkness. I silently went to my room, walking slowly so I wouldn't trip on something.
Once I was alone, I felt the hot tears come back. I ignored the feeling of despair that seized me at that moment and delicately started to take off my clothes or at least what was left of them.
The brightness of the bathroom blinded me for a couple of seconds before I could see again. I threw away my now sleeveless shirt and dropped my skirt on the floor. I had no underwear left and I supposed they were still where they "fell".
I approached the mirror and shivered: this was scary; my right cheek was red and promised a nice bruise in the future, my hair was in an incredible mess and I had teeth marks on my neck and shoulders. I felt such a hate towards myself for being so weak that almost got me smashing the mirror in thousands of pieces, but I really didn't need seven years of misery on top of everything, did I?
But isn't this hate irrational? Shouldn't I be mad at him? Am I really responsible for what happened to me? Is that an eternal question for girls like me? Already raped and still sentenced to endless self-torture. The worse is that I thought I loved him. What a fool...