Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Maroon 5's 'She Will Be Loved'.

Author's note: I know I still have an unfinished Dramione story, but don't worry, I'll try to finish it this month. This one, I'll try to update regularly since it's kind of a songfic.

"Stop it Hermione!" He shouted. But it seemed his voice didn't reach her ears

"I SAID STOP IT!"

Tears flowed from her swollen eyes. Was it her fault that she was a bookworm? That she was a know-it-all? That she was in love with Harry Potter? Thin white scars surrounded her wrists, and it was the symbol of her anger, insecurities, and sadness.

"Is it worth it?" He asked her. Her look remained passive.

He kicked the chair beside him. "Just stop it! That's not going to change anything!"

He was begging now while she was turning into a raging monster. She cut her wrist with the blade uncontrollably. He couldn't stop her, as she put a charm over herself to prevent anyone from coming near her. She did this because she knew he would intervene.

He fell on his knees and started crying. "Please, stop it. I beg you. Stop hurting yourself."

Still, she remained still on the floor, cutting her other wrist now. Was there a reason for her to stop? She never wanted to be a bookworm, or a know-it-all. It was her own parents that wanted her to become smart and intelligent, until being number one and the best became some sort of an addiction. For this, dormmates would backbite her, tell to each other how boring and ugly she was (save for Ginny who was close to her), and how much being a know-it-all was a turn off for boys. She tried hard not to show her angry feelings towards the girls who gossiped about her. She tried to remain calm and collected despite the outrageous gossips. She would always run to Harry Potter, one of her best friends, whenever she was on the verge of tears. He would always understand her, and he was becoming some sort of morphine to her. He was the pain reliever, but he got tired of all her complaints and crying, although he never told or showed her this. He was aware that she liked him too.

Cedric Diggory tried every spell he could think of to break the barrier between them, when at last he did.

When the charm disappeared, he rushed to her and grabbed the knife away from her. He pulled her close to him and hugged her. That's when she started crying.

It broke his heart to hear her cry. They had no right to insult her, nor had her parents have any right to force her to be someone she didn't want to be.

She buried her head in his chest, enjoying the scent of his perfume as she wetted his robes with her tears.

She mumbled something unclear and he just shushed her, saying that the best thing to do right now was just cry and let it all out.

Hermione Granger. A name so sacred to his ears. Harry potter didn't deserve her love, nor the girls at the Gryffindor common room deserved her friendship.

"Ssh… Stop crying now," he told her, for the fear that charms might not be enough to hide her swollen eyes, "they don't deserve your tears Hermione. Nor do they deserve the blood you shed." He told her.

He bit his lip, unsure if he would say this. "He doesn't deserve your love." He choked out, wishing she wouldn't hear it.

Then, she pulled away from her. She looked straight into his eyes, her eyes flaring with anger.

"What right do you have to say that?" She angrily asked him.

He looked down. Actually, he had every right to say that to her. He didn't want her to be blind. He didn't want her to get hurt.

"Answer me!" She shouted at him.

He bowed down his head and punched the wall on his side. His knuckles bled after the contact. But, did she go to him and look at what he had done? No.

He had always been there to help her, but her heart and mind belonged to someone else.

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