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My Bleeding Heart

Anyone but me…

Hermione's POV

I couldn't handle what I had done. I had kissed the enemy, allowed the enemy to comfort me. This was the ultimate act of betrayal. What was I going to do? What would they say?

Despite it all I still went to see Draco every day. We both pretended that the kiss hadn't happened.

Overtime I stopped eating because my stomach couldn't hold it. Stopped sleeping because of the dreams that plagued me. I was ever so slowly dying right under the noses of my friends'. Funny how I had survived a war yet I couldn't live with myself for the honest mistake I had made.

I failed to see my friends' worried glances. I failed to hear Draco's concerns about me. My teachers had instantly noticed my peculiar behaviour and once or twice voiced their opinions.

But I carried on until I couldn't anymore.

I collapsed in the corridor. I was lucky that Ginny had decided to take the same route as I. if she hadn't I shudder to think what could have and should have happened.

Harry's POV

Why would she do this? If Ginny hadn't found her… I don't understand. She was happy right? If she had a problem she would have come to me. I know she would have. So that leaves one other thing. She must have been cursed of something. I refuse to believe that she would harm herself purposely. She was always smart she wouldn't have resorted to such extreme measures. Like starving herself to the point of almost death or depriving herself sleep to the point where she looked like death.

I turned the corner and was about to enter the Hospital Wing when I noticed that someone else was there already.

Malfoy? Malfoy! He must have done this. Or he had something to do with this. Come to think out it, he was staring at Hermione during Potions. He was probably planning something or scheming.

"Oi! Malfoy, get your slimy hands off her!"

"What do you want Potter?" he replied in a calm and dead voice.

"Uh… What… Why are you here?" I spluttered. I didn't understand. He held Hermione's hand as if… As if he cared or something. I was confused.

"I was just leaving." He turned to leave.

"Wait. You didn't answer my question."

He turned very slowly and walked towards me, "You saw me at the Ball right?" I nodded my affirmative. "Did you see the girl on my arm?" I was confused and then I understood.

"It was Hermione. The girl in the emerald dress was Hermione. But why…" I trailed off.

He seemed to understand. "We've been meeting in secret. I asked her to accompany me. But she's been out of it lately" He looked saddened.

"Did she seem odd? Like out of the ordinary," I asked still staring at him curiously. I didn't trust him but if what he said was true then he had to know something.

He hesitated before saying, "After we kissed, she fled. But afterwards we still met up. You've seen her though right? Barely eating and the bags under her eyes are really standing out."

I stared at the ceiling, thinking hard. "Do you…" I turned to ask him but found myself alone.

I sat next to Hermione and began thinking. So Hermione was secretly dating Malfoy and something else. I began to think about this term. She had closed up. She didn't talk much to us. She didn't visit the Weasley's this summer which was unusual.

There were days that she seemed normal but then there were days where she was different. More reserved and collected.

I should have paid more attention, especially when her parents died. I should have been where Malfoy was. Wherever that may be. Hermione…

"What are you still doing here! Out! You should be at dinner. You may visit Miss Granger later tomorrow," Madame Pomfrey said sternly.

"Thank you," I mumbled. To be honest I didn't want to leave Hermione. I guess I felt guilty that I hadn't been there but now I was. But I suppose it's too little too late.

She had always been there for me and I wasn't there when she needed me in turn. What kind of friend am I? How can I claim to be like her brother when I didn't even notice the changes in her, didn't even notice that she had stopped hanging out with me? I just assumed that she was in the library.

I had been sitting in my dorm for two hours. I just sat there and stared. Finally, I decided to visit Hermione's dorm. There had to be some clue in her room that would give away something, anything. I guess I was growing desperate. I wanted something tangible, a reason as to why she did this. I needed to know that there was another person to blame.

Anyone but me…

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