Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that profit still goes to J.K. Rowling I'm afraid…
I know just what I'd do with the money.
a/n It's an extremely short story, very sad. I don't know what made me write it, it just wouldn't let me go…
The Tears
I've always been like this,
flinging myself at the first person I meet, and hang onto them until they drop me,
I hurt and cry, always trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Time and time I hurt again, never ending.
Yet when I meet the next that cares, it starts over.
Same as with Harry and Ron, I thought they were all I ever needed and now...
With Harry married and Ron always working, it's all me again.
I'm just sitting around, waiting for the next to show up, just to get hurt again.
My family was the same, I was always so affraid of loosing them, that instead,
they lost me. I surrounded myself in fear drawing myself away from them.
I always wonder why I do it, and yet, it keeps happening again.
I get hurt, cry and move to the next.
Why do I do this? why do I want myself to get hurt this badly?
Is it because I just want to feel? Why is this the only way I CAN feel?
why can't I be happy? why can't I have my happily ever after?
Life has cruelties, I know, but why does it have to pick on me?
these thoughts kept crawling through Hermione's head while she was sitting,
crawled away in a corner, tears spilling over her cheeks.
darkness surrounded her, she never bothered to have the lights on,
the dark was so much better to brood in.
Strangely enough, she started hearing noises. She never heard noises.
Not in her cabin, stacked away in the woods, far away from where anyone
could find her, disturb her, hurt her.
Yet the noises kept coming, getting louder by the second, she lifted her head
from her ducked position, arms still hugging her knees. tears falling down her cheeks.
Her hair was a mess, she was a mess, she hadn't washed herself in days.
she recognized the sounds, it were footsteps! her head ducked down again.
it was someone! they would hurt her! she crawled away further in her corner,
wanting to disappear.
the door opened, light came shining into the room, as if touching it for the first time.
She was still sitting there, crawled away, with haunted eyes, trying to escape from the light.
She found herself unable to, there was no way out.
A young man with red hair and worried eyes looked into the cabin, the eyes widened at the sight,
worry was now all that he was doing, even worse so then before.
Once he had heard from Harry that Hermione was gone, he had dropped everything and stormed out of the office.
It had taken some time, but finally he had tracked her down.
Yet, he had not anticipated the sight that would meet his eyes, he softly walked to her,
guilt taking over from worry. He couldn't believe he had let it come that far.
He slowly, gently walked towards her, she flinched away at his touch,
ignoring that and every other reaction, he pulled her into a tight hug,
he refused to let go, even while she struggled.
Noticing it wasn't doing her any good, she caved in, and started sobbing uncontrollably.
He didn't say one word, just held her like she meant something, like she was something.
She finally let out all the anguish that had followed her,
her entire lives sadness came out in those minutes.
When she finally started remotely calming down
he said the words she would remember for the rest of her life.
"Never loose hope Hermione, Never loose hope."
A/N Give that onto everyone, tell them to never loose hope
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