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She checked the bath water. Perfect. Walking over to the mirror, she inspected her dress. No crinkles, she couldn't afford it. Her makeup was impeccable. Stunning even. Her hair was flawless, glossy and shiny, set in place with pins that made way forher
doll like face. She sighed. No time to waste, especially at this time of night.
Carefully, Hermione granger padded in to the bathroom of her room, quietly locking the door shut behind her. She had to look perfect. Every detail, every strand ofhair, everything about the scene had go be in control.
Slowly and cautiously, she warded the door to the bathroom before turning towards the bath. Making sure the bathroom was spotless first, Hermione slipped out of her black heels and dipped a toeinto the water. Charmed to fit her prefered temperature,
Hermione found the bath to be just under simmering. Stepping into the bath completely, the edge of her dress began to soak. Sinking into the water, she felt the layered pieces of her dress attractthe water to go higher, coaxing it to her undergarment.
She lowered herself lower and lower into the bath until it rested just under her breasts. Then, wandlessly, she vanished her clothes, leaving only the black satin bra she had on along with thematching bottoms. Sighing, she cleansed her face from
all of the makeup, took the pins our of her hair and let them fall with sharp small clangs to the bottom of the bath. She felt the sleekeys potion slowly lose its hold on her hair. Hermione sighed,taking in a long breath. She sunk herself lower into
the water, letting it pool between her breasts, cover her stomach, sink into the space between her thighs. Her hair matted against her head and sunk her head till she could feel the warm liquidreach the edge of her face, threatening to cover
her eyes.
Hurry up hermind scolded her.Don't wait, you've put it off long enough for God's sake.
Shakily she reached to the edge of the tub where she had payed her wand.You won't need it anymore. Just do it already!Hermind screamed. Almost sobbing, she took her wand and using the litttle energy she had left, wandlessly casted
a blasting curse, remeber how she had once destroyed Harry's wand.Only more evil you've done. Only more reason to do it.She watchedhow a split second turned into a seeming century as her wand broke into pieces.
A sob tore through her as she forced herself to let go of it and clatter to the ground.Now finish it hermind hissed. Exhausted as the little energy she had lefthad vanished from her body like it had for her wand, Hermione drew herself
up to grab the muggle penknife also sitting at the edge of the tub.
Gripping the hilt tightly she brought it steadily to the scar that Bellatrix marked her with so many yearsago. Tracing over the already mauled skin Hermione drew blood, coating the tip of the knife with the sticky red substance. She watched the
blood form into beads then steady streams as she pressed deeper into the wound. Quickly regretting her decisionto not drug herself with fire whiskey earlier, she sped up her tracing, making sure that the wounds went deep, as deep as they were
when first done by the cursed blade Bellatrix had used.
She finished with a small flourish of her wrist, finishingtheDwith a slight curved end. Now to the other arm. She found her vein on her right arm, slicing through the skin quickly in one swift succession. A tiny hiss of pain
escaped her before she lost her grip on the muggle knife and she glanceddown to watch it bang at he bottom of the linoleum lined tub. Rasped breaths came out of the girls mouth as she realized she was going into shock. Lowering her arms into
the water, which had since turned pink, she let a shaken sigh and watched morbidlyas the blood left her body and joined the water before dissipating in spirals. Closing her eyes and letting her head fall back hard onto the back of the tub Hermione
reflected.
She had a relatively good life right?
She played memories across her mind,ones of her muggle family, Harry, Ron, her professors, friends, all those who loved and hated her. Her mind flashed through images of the dead in the battle of hogwarts, Lupin, Tonks, all of those who fought along
side them. Tears leaked down her face, dripping into the warm bath beneath her. There was a blackness leaking at the edges of hermind.Let go now. Go rest it cajoled her, teasing her with elaxation and peace at last. Sinking into oblivion
she had one last thought.And he greeted death like an old friend.