Drawing Blood
Hermione was in pain, only a little bit, and it was awesome. She slid the blade a little deeper in her arm. She was a cutter, and she was cutting, drawing a crimson liquid also known as blood. She loved this time of day, when she could get away to think and cut. She was in the 5th floor Prefect bathroom, and she had made sure the door was locked. She grinned to herself. If only her dead parents could see her now, cutting. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. She whirled around, and saw the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfory. She quickly put her hand over her arm, and hid the blade.
"There's no reason to hide it" Draco said.
"I cut, too" he said.
He showed her a blade, just like hers.
She pulled her own blade back out.
Malfory rolled up his sleeve and began to cut, like it was nothing. His blood dripped off his arm and on to the floor.
She stared at him and began to cut again. Her own blood dripped down, right next to his, it was the exact same, with no visible difference.
Draco sighed and said "Sometimes I think about ending my life"
"Me, too" said Hermione.
"I'm going to," said Hermione, "tonight"
"I suppose I might as well, seeing as there is really nothing to live for, anymore" said Draco.
Then at the same time, they both shoved their knives into their hearts.
"Goodbye, Hermione" Draco said.
"By, Draco, later life" was her reply.
An hour later, they both were dead.