Destiny brushed her hair as she stared into her mirror, looking at her reflection. Suddenly, a tear dropped from her eye.
"What have I done?" she whispered, finally realising what she did. She had travelled through time. Suddenly, all the nerves came crashing down on her and she started to hyper ventilate.
"I can't do this, I can't" she mumbled. She started to get flash backs. Feeling a bit dizzy, she stumbled over to her bed and took her razor out from her pillow. She leaned against the window sill and slowly, but securely, brought the razor across her wrist, creating a angry red gash. She gasped as the pain washed over her, it wasn't like the Cruiciatus but it was definitely close enough. She closed her eye and made another gash, longer this time. Tears poured freely down her cheek as she repeatedly kept slicing at her wrists, reopening the scars that had healed from the past.
"AAAAH!" she screamed as she collapsed onto the floor, her body shaking with pain and tears falling onto her arm, mixing with the blood, and seeping into the open 'Mudblood' scar on her forearm that Bellatrix had left. That crazy arse bitch.
"Lucky everyone is in Hogsmead" she whispered to herself. Suddenly, she heard footsteps up the girl's staircase. They stopped on her door and someone knocked, making her jump.
"W-who is it?" she asked, wincing as her broken voice shook.
"It's Riddle, I heard you scream" Riddle answered through the door. Destiny mentally slapped herself.
"Uuum, it's nothing, really. I banged my knee on the dresser, why do you care?" Destiny retorted.
"Because, I would be blamed if you were dead" Riddle shot back.
"Anyway, I'm coming in" he said.
"What? NO! You can't!" Destiny exclaimed but it was too late. He opened the door, she quickly pulled her sleeve down, and threw the bloody razor out the window as Tom stepped into the room. 'Riddle' Hermione silently chastised herself, 'Riddle, not Tom, Riddle' she thought. She watched as Riddles nose wrinkled in disgust.
"The room smells like blood, did you eat another student?" he asked. Destiny laughed sarcastically.
"Haha, very funny" she sneered. Riddle looked at your arm.
"What happened to your arm? There's blood seeping out from the sleeve" he said. Hermione groaned in her head.
"It's nothing" she said.
"No, let me see" Riddle insisted, stepping closer to her so that she could smell his cologne. Damn, he smelled good. She stepped back a bit, and her back hit the windowsill.
"It's nothing" she insisted. Riddle grabbed her arm, making her wince in pain. He raised an eyebrow,
"It doesn't look like nothing" he remarked. Before she could say anything, he lifted up her sleeve, revealing the scars and blood. His eyes widened in shock.
"Pensieve, what are you doing to yourself?" he remarked.
"What does it look like?" Destiny sneered.
"It looks like you have been cutting. Wouldn't want anyone knowing about it, huh?" Tom asked, as he pushed her onto the bed and pulled out his wand.
"What are you-?" before she could say anything, he head mentally cast a spell and cleaned and disinfected the wounds. He said another spell, and the scars healed automatically. Destiny's arm, once again looked normal.
"What I'm talking about is, you wouldn't want anyone and I mean, the whole of Hogwarts, to know that little Miss Sunshine, had been self harming, would you" Tom asked, raising a perfect eyebrow. Destiny stood up, and tried to stare him down, which was very hard, since he was nearly 6 feet tall and she was only a lousy 5'7.
"You wouldn't" she threatened. He leaned down, so his breath directly hit her ear, making her shiver inwardly.
"Oh, but I would" he whispered, pulling away. She took out her wand and pointed it at him. He chuckled coldly.
"Put that away" he smirked. Destiny glared at him.
"Obliv-"She was cut off, by him snatching the wand right out of her hand.
"Trying to do something?" he asked. She glared at him.
"Yes" she answered. Finally she sighed.
"What can I do, to make sure that no one ever knows that I...self harm" she finally mumbled out looking down at the ground.
"Nothing" Tom said. Her head shot up.
"Really?" she exclaimed.
"Yet" he answered.
"Oh, look. Don't tell anyone. Even if you did no one would believe you. I'm the small, innocent girl that everyone loves..." she trailed off.
"And I'm the boy that everyone believes, always" he pointed out. She sighed, and started to cry softly. Now, the one thing Tom could never handle, was crying. He stared at her, not knowing what to do.
"Umm, don't cry" he said. She didn't listen.
"Ok, I won't tell anyone!" he finally mumbled. Destiny squealed, and jumped onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. She pulled away, her arms still around his neck, looking up at his stormy gray eyes. Their lips were nearly touching, both started to lean in until...
"Destiny, what are you doing?"