A/N: Hiya readers! I'm so sorry if it took me weeks to write Chapter Two. I've been busy with my summer classes and now it's done!

Chapter Two

We arrived in school and everyone seems cheery. My wrist hurts but in a good way. I saw Professor McGonagall with the first years and waved at her. I entered the Great Hall and the whole place is as noisy as a market.

I sat down beside Ginny and Ron, who was complaining about how hungry he is. Harry is eyeing Ginny who was seated beside Dean. I want to shake him and tell him that Ginny is still mad for you. Be a man. But I didn't. I was too busy watching Neville. I never watched Neville before. We're not even that close. The closest thing we've ever did was the DA. He looked at me but my gaze didn't fell. He gave me a half wave.

We all shut up when McGonagall stood up and said some words. It was still the same speech over and over again. And then the feast began. I heard Ron mutter something like 'Hallelujah'. The guy's pretty hungry.

"Hermione?"

"Huh?" I turned to Ginny.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. I'm fine." I grabbed a bread from the table and Ginny gasped.

"What did you do to your wrist, Hermione?" She hissed. I flinched and pulled my sleeve down.

"It's none of your business." I snapped as I bit down on the bread. I looked at Ginny's eyes and saw worry filling it. My heart dropped.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you but please don't tell Harry or Ron."

"Are you insane? You're slashing your wrist?"

"It felt… good."

"Since when are you a masochist? Why are you doing this?"

"It's just… "

"Please tell me it's not because of Draco." I lowered my gaze and I heard Ginny exhaled sharply.

"You're sick, you know that." She stood up and grabbed my wrist pretty hard. I yelp and she let go. Harry and Ron are now watching us and I pleaded Ginny with my eyes. She rolled her eyes and she sat again. "Don't you do it again or else I'll tell not only Harry and Ron but to McGonagall too."

Later, that night when everyone's sleeping I slipped out of my bed and into the loo. I splashed cold water into my face and gazed at my slashes. I splashed cold water in it and bit my lip. That stung. I went out and went to the common room.

The fire was lit so I sat down on the couch, my other hand caressing my wrist. I felt an itch inside me, wanting to hurt myself as my thoughts drifted to Draco. I closed my eyes and I felt tears falling.

"Hermione?" I looked back and saw Neville staring at my wrist.