Nobody seem to be paying attention so Hermione slipped out the back door of the Weasley's home, The Burrow, and hid behind a tree. She pulled her skirt down on her hip a little she ran a fresh blade across it that came from the insides of her robes. She moaned with pleasure as the blood seeped out of her wound. The pain embraced her whole being and hugged her soul.

She wasn't sure why she did it really, and she'd been doing it for so long she couldn't remember the first time it had happened. Now that she thought about it, maybe it was because she felt meaningless, worthless or maybe she just loved pain. Never the less it gave her an extra high that she could get with no drugs… After the things that happened to her because of drugs, its no wonder she always chewed Harry and Ron out for even talking about any type of magical enhancement.

Ron walked outside quietly behind Hermione hoping to scare her, but then he saw what she was doing, "Hermione?" He looked horrified, "Why are you bleeding?" He began to wonder why she would do such a thing. Does she not feel loved? She knows I love her right?

She jumped at her name, "Er… I…" She turned around to see Ron. Hurrying to pull her skirt up over the still bleeding cut. Ron was the last person she wanted to see the cuts. He would think she was a horrible person, that was the last thing she wanted the one she loved to know. "I… Um… you see… I don't know what to say…" She hung her head in shame and stared at the ground, blushing furiously. Tears began forming in her eyes and she tried blinking them away, but it was useless. She attempted to swallow back the lump in her throat, but it only grew larger.

If only Ron knew the things that haunted her… The things that happened… The memories that wouldn't go away…

"Hermione what happened to your hip?" Ron wondered aloud. He hugged her tightly. "Please… 'Mione… don't do that to yourself." He sniffled softly on her shoulder. "Why do you do this? If you keep it up then you could end up hurting yourself or… me"
She couldn't hold it anymore. She let out a few tears. "What do you mean? Hurt you?" Ron looked up into her eyes. "Because.. I love you." ((aww.. What a tender moment… shut up you're ruining it!)) His blue eyes shining with tears in the sunlight. "You always knew I loved you didn't you"

She smiled at him. "Yes… I knew, but I needed you to say it to me. Its one thing to feel something, but another to be able to admit it." Hermione looked down at the ground and smirked slightly. "Ron if you want me to stop I will. It's going to be hard for me though. I think I do it because… Something happened to me when I was younger. You see… The parents I have now… aren't my real parents. My real parents were muggles, but they were drug addicts. My father didn't like me… or maybe he did, but he didn't show it the way normal fathers do. One night I remember in particular… My parents had been fighting and my father came into my room after they stopped screaming and began touching me…" She stared off into space as she spoke. "He raped me…. But they were soon killed… I drug addicts life is never very long. They owed money to the wrong man… The next door neighbors heard the gun shots and found me laying on the floor crying."

"Awww you poor baby I knew something tragic must have happened to you because every time Harry and me joked about drugsyou have a disgusted look on your face!" He hugged her tighter. "I know you can do it! Now let's go inside and eat lunch."

Hermione nodded and followed Ron inside. She loved him more than ever for his understanding. She wanted to hug him and just stay there in his arms forever. She sat down at the table and began eating. She knew she could forget her habit if she had a good person helping her along the way.

George, Fred and Ginny looked curiously up at them both. George asked, "Were did you go Hermione?" "Yeah and why did Ron go outside too!" Ginny added. Fred replied, "They were probably just talking"

Hermione nodded, "Exactly." She smiled and continued eating. She smiled at Ron giving the look that something happened out there, and noticed the others were looking so she turned back to her food quickly.Making Ginny giggle, Fred and George smirk, andRon blush cutely and got himself some …RAMEN! "I love it almost as much as I love you." He looked at Hermione. He sat down and ate his ramen.

Harry came downstairs. "Morning everyone!" He sat down at the table. Hermione laughed, "Harry… Its mid-day." Harry smiled. "Oh yeah." Hermione looked at Ron as though she was thinking. It made him wonder what she was thinking.

"What! Do I have a booger?" He looked at her cutely. Ginny replied, "Yeah you do Ron." She said as she made fun of his stupidity.
Hermione smiled. "No Ron you don't… I was just thinking about something." She went back to eating, and let him bask in his thoughts of what she could mean.

"Well what were you thinking about?" he ask as he took another bite of his great ramen.

"I dunno." She smiled at him evilly, and looked at Harry. "So how'd you sleep"

"Very well thank you…at least someone wonders about how I am!" He said as he looked around the table darkly stopping to twitch his eye at Ron.

Hermione's eyebrow raised. "what is that about?" she asked. "Oh nothing… just like to scare people sometimes!" Harry replied, looked at her more cuter than Ron.

She smiled. "Why must you be so cute?" She leaned forward and rustled Harry's hair sweetly, hoping Ron would get jealous. Ron got a tragic look on his face…like his heart had been ripped out by the only one he'd ever love…((oh wait it did just happen.. you'd know all about that Mark….SHUT UP))

Hermione turned and looked at Ron. She grinned, "But not as cute as this one right here…" She leaned over and kissed Ron on the cheek, but he wouldn't let her so much as touch him. He walked upstairs angrily. She looked sad and followed him. "Ron? What's the matter?" She had a look of great compassion on her face. "I'm sorry. Did that make you mad? I didn't mean for it to." He walked into his room and slammed the door in her face. Her eyes filled with tears. She ran to the room she was sharing with Ginny and flopped down on her bed. She began sobbing uncontrollably. She brought her head up to get the hair out of her face and saw a blade on the bedside table. She picked it up. It didn't matter anymore. He hated her now… She ran it gently across her hip again and moaned with pain/pleasure as the blood seeped out. Ron spent the next few days in his room. sleeping in the day and feeling sorry for himself by night. On the other hand, Hermione didn't leave her room at all. It hurt to move, breathe, think, or any other normal human function. She hated herself and she made Ron hate her more. She cried and cut herself all day long. There were cuts all along her thigh that bleed and hurt nonstop. Ron started thinking (oh no…that's almost as bad as when you think…At least I can think for myself instead of listening to what my uncle says…so I shouldn't listen to what you say? Crap no! I'm an idiot) why does Hermione like this so much? He went to Ginny's bathroom and got her razor and broke the blade off. He went back to his room and cut his forearm.

Hermione was walking down the hallway to use the restroom and saw Ron. Her heart leapt and she saw he was carrying something shiny. She went into the bathroom and looked at Ginny's razor. She saw the blade was gone. She began sobbing again, and ran to Ron's room. She wrenched the door open and ran in. She cried harder at seeing he'd already done it. She sniffled trying to get the words out… she felt weak and dizzy, "No… You… I… Need You… I'd… die….without… you…" She fell over and into darkness….((why must you leave them hanging? Because it'll make them leave comments to write more… how many comments you want? Five at least… you ask too muchI want to know my stories are being read and that I'm not writing for nothing))