There was a earthquake here on oct 15(2 days ago) at 7 in the morning, the newspaper said it was the worst since 1975 it was a 6.7 and lasted 15 secs, why do you need to know this? well you don't but since the power was out state-wide for about 18hrs after that i was bored out of my mind. Sinc i had no internet i spent the time my laptop's battery lasted writing this story... so lucky you
Thank you DemelzaPotter for reviewing glad you liked it -
I'll stop talking now, here it is, enjoy...
(i realised like the idiot i am i put ch.3 instead of 4 so i fixed that sorry ;)

Ch.4:
Bad Habits

It was Saturday morning and Harry and Ron had Quittich practice so Hermione went to breakfast with Ginny, Nevile, Dean and Shamus.

"Hey, are you alright?" Hermione asked Ginny. She had been pushing a sausage around her plate for most of breakfast and hardly spoke.

Ginny looked up and tried to smile. "I'm fine 'Mione. What about you? What was with that fight the other day?"

Hermione sighed, "Ron broke up with Lavender and Malfoy didn't know when to shut up, like normal."

"Oh yea, I'd heard about Ron. Is he okay?"

"I think he will be," Hermione said.

"That's good," Ginny said, resuming her sausage pushing.

Harry came into the Great hall in his Quittich robes and hurried towards them. "Have you seen Ron?" He called.

"No," Hermione said. "I thought he was at Quittich with you."

Harry shook his head. "He came in here to grab a bite and we've been waiting for him down at the field."

"He wasn't here when we got here," Dean commented.

"He left a while ago," Pavarti Patil called from down the table.

"Thanks," Harry said to her. "I've got to get back but if you see him tell him to come down."

"Sure," Hermione said. When he'd gone she turned to Ginny. "We'd better go find him, I'm worried he'll do something stupid."

She nodded and they hurried out of the Great Hall. Hermione sent Ginny down the hallway and headed the other way. She looked in all the empty classrooms she passed hoping he wasn't hiding in the boy's bathroom. Hermione stopped. Bathroom, of course. She spun around and sprinted up the stairs. Why hadn't she thought of that before. Moaning Mertle's bathroom had served as their hide out before. Hermione paused outside the bathroom, she heard voices inside.

"Well you're not Harry," Mertle was saying, "but I'll still share my bathroom with you when you're dead."

"Shut up Mertle," Ron said weakly. "I don't want to haunt your stupid bathroom."

Hermione hurried in and Mertle looked over at her. "Oh, Hermione."

Ron looked up from where he was sitting on the floor leaning against the sinks. He tried to stand but his legs wouldn't support him and he fell back on the ground.

"Do something about him won't you?" Mertle said sarcastically. "He's dirtying up my bathroom."

Hermione frowned when she saw the red stain on the ground. She walked around to stand in front of Ron. Blood dripped from a cut on his wrist. A broken piece of mirror lay in the pool of blood spreading slowly across the floor.

"Oh, Ronald, look what you've done," Hermione said kneeling in front of him. He didn't look at her when she picked up his hand and wrapped his wrist with her handkerchief. "Why? Why couldn't you just go to Quittich?"

"Calm," Ron muttered.

"What?" she asked.

"Last night I was thinking about her. Bumped into something, started bleeding, felt calm. Saw them at breakfast…" Ron drifted off, his eyes were clouded, he looked in pain.

"Ron, hurting yourself is not a good way to deal with it," Hermione said sternly. "It's called self-mutilation. It's unhealthy."

"What would you know?" Ron asked coldly.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. She picked up the piece of glass and made a small cut on her forearm. She winced even though it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. Ron's eyes widened.

"Hermione! What are you doing?"

"That's what I know," Hermione said wiping the blood away with her other hand. "All you're doing is making people worry about you. Harry, Ginny, Me. We're all worried about you."

Ron looked away. "Why?"

"'Why'?" Hermione asked standing up. "Because we're your friends, and we care about you. There are other ways to get over this Ron. And we'll be here to help you."

Ron buried his face in his arms but she heard him whisper 'thank you.'

okay, another short chapter but what can i say i wanted to add something about this - hope you liked it, please review!