A/N: Hey I am sorry for the long wait. This story is extremely hard for me to write and brings back many bad memories and feelings. My therapist told me to stop writing it because she noticed a downfall of my "good days." This is why I had stopped writing for a while. However, I feel like I can handle another chapter. She want's me to stop writing this story because she is afraid I cannot handle it: I love proving her wrong. I can write this story so long as you be patient with me.

Thanks, Severus Addicted.

Chapter Six: Dangerous Blue Eyes

Hermione sighed sadly and looked out the window with longing. The weather outside was lively with happy birds.

Savoren plopped down beside her. Looking out the window as well, he asked, "It's beautiful out there is it not?"

Hermione gave a quiet nod of her head.

"Almost as beautiful as you," Savoren whispered in her ear making goose bumps scatter over her body.

Glancing over at him, Hermione tried to hide her blush, "Thanks." She always felt awkward when someone complimented her and she never knew exactly what to say.

Smiling, Savoren scooted closer to her, "Do you miss your home?"

Hermione bit her lip and returned her sad gaze to the flying birds outside, "I don't have a home anymore."

Giving her an incredulous look, he said, "Everyone has a home, Hermione."

She couldn't stop the tear from falling as she shook her head, "My parents no longer want anything to do with me."

Anger flashed through his blue eyes at her words, "That's ridiculous. I'm really sorry to hear that!"

Closing her eyes to try to calm herself, Hermione counted her breaths.

Placing his hand on her knee, he whispered, "I want something to do with you."

Opening her eyes, she looked at him with cautiously, "Excuse me?"

Moving his hand slowly past her knee to her thigh, he said, "You're going to make someone very happy someday. You're so gorgeous!"

Uneasiness settled in the pit of her stomach as he moved even closer to her. Staring at his hand on her thigh, she bit her lip.

Taking her silence as embarrassment, he chuckled and moved his hand higher up her thigh, "Do you want to make me happy?"

Jumping to her feet as if his hand had burnt her, she practically ran to her bedroom.

Ariel stared at her curiously as she flopped on her bed. Moving over to her, she sat on the end of Hermione's bed and asked, "Are you okay, Hermione?"

Struggling to keep her tears at bay, Hermione nodded her head and managed to choke out, "I'm okay."

Looking at her in disbelief, Ariel rolled her eyes, "Don't lie to me. Do you need me to get a nurse?"

Hermione quickly shook her head, "No, don't get a nurse!"

"Then tell me what is wrong."

Hermione sniffled and slowly sat up. Staring at her hands, she whispered, "Does Savoren ever creep you out?"

Understanding flashed through Ariel's eyes as she nodded her head, "Many times. Why do you ask?"

Keeping her gaze firmly on her hands, she whispered, "He just made me feel awkward."

Ariel sighed, "He is really good at doing that. Just try to stay away from him, okay?"

Hermione nodded, "Alright."

A knock on the door had them both turn to see who was there.

Mr. Hains stepped in and gave Ariel a stern look, "Do not sit on her bed, Ariel."

Huffing, Ariel jumped off her bed and sat her on own.

"I was told to get you both for Group Therapy," Mr. Hains said before leaving the room to get the other patients.

Ariel rolled her eyes and mocked him, "Do not sit on her bed, Ariel!"

Hermione laughed and got off her bed.

Sitting beside Ariel at the table, Hermione played with her fingers.

Savoren sat down beside her and put his hand on her knee.

Stilling, Hermione turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, "Remove your hand if you would like to continue having it connected to your body."

This caught Ariel's attention, "Do as she said or I'll hex you into another life and tell the nurses!"

Removing his hand from her knee, he gave her a wink and whispered, "Someday you'll beg for me."

Hermione bit her lip and looked at Ariel for help.

"Why do you always do this to the new girls that come here?" Ariel asked with digust laced through every word.

Savoren gave her a cold glare, "I do not."

Cindy clapped her hands at the front of the table, "How was your free period?"

Everyone stayed silent.

Cindy continued smiling as if they all had answered her, "In Group Therapy today we will be discussing coping skills."

Everyone groaned.

"We talk about that almost everyday!" Sapphire whined.

Cindy shook her head, "Coping skills are very important."

Aaron huffed, "So is my sleep but you freaks wake me up early anyway!"

Hermione couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face.

Cindy ignored him and handed everyone a blank piece of parchment, "I want everyone to write every coping skill you use; even bad coping skills. Write them all down."

Hermione bit her lip and looked around herself uncomfortably.

Everyone worked quietly as they quickly scribbled down skills.

Sighing, Hermione picked up her quill and dipped it in the ink.

On her paper she wrote: listen to music, deep breaths, counting to ten, exercise, self-harm, the Butterfly Project, and reading.

After everyone put their quills down, Cindy said, "Now I want you to share what you wrote. Aaron, how about you start?"

Grumbling nasty swear words under his breath, Aaron muttered, "I wrote screaming, punching, drinking, running, playing the drums, and watching movies."

Cindy nodded, "Can you tell me which ones are the negative coping skills?"

The look he gave her made Hermione shiver.

"Obviously the negative ones are drinking and punching," He grumbled under his breath.

Cindy nodded, "When you are of age drinking is okay in proper doses. You are sixteen, Aaron, how long have you been drinking?"

"It's none of your business but I started when I was fourteen."

Again, she nodded her head, "Why did you take your first sip?"

Aaron clenched his jaw and stayed silent.

Cindy sighed and sat down, "Why, Aaron?"

"Because I bloody felt like it!" He snarled with a menacing glare.

Cindy pushed, "Why did you feel like it?"

Aaron smashed his hands off the tabletop in anger causing Hermione to jump.

"You really want to know why?" Without waiting for an answer he said, "Because my father is an asshole who only cares about his whores and dope!"

"Instead of drinking when he causes you to become angry I want you to try relaxation techniques. Some techniques are picturing yourself relaxed, meditating, and breathing deeply. Do you think you can do that?" Cindy asked gently.

Aaron gave a shrug of his shoulders and mumbled, "I guess I could try."

Smiling, Cindy moved on to Savoren, "What did you write?"

Sighing as if he hated his life, he replied in a gruff voice, "Cutting, burning shit, exercising, and writing."

"Can you name which ones are the negative coping skills?" Cindy asked.

Savoren smirked, "Burning shit."

Cindy nodded, "And what else?"

"Cutting. . ." He mumbled as he stared at his hands in shame.

"Instead of burning things you could put your hands in ice-cold water. As for the cutting you can cover yourself in Band-Aids where you want to cut. Or, you could use the Butterfly project that Hermione taught everyone. There is also a technique called Symbolic Cutting. Symbolic Cutting is where you trace your hand and wrist on a piece of parchment and then take a red marker and draw the "cuts" where you want to hurt yourself." Cindy threw Hermione a kind smile.

Turning to Sapphire, Cindy asked, "What did you write, dear?"

Sapphire twirled her red hair around her finger as she said, "I wrote drawing, coloring, watching nature, and hanging out with friends."

"Do you have any negative coping skills?" Cindy gave her a knowing look.

"Sometimes to make the voices shut up I burn myself," she answered awkwardly.

"Instead of burning yourself you can squeeze an ice-cube in your hand or bite on a hot pepper."

Hermione grimaced when Cindy's eyes landed on her.

"What did you write, Hermione?" Cindy asked gently.

Biting her lip, Hermione twirled her thumbs together as she stared at the parchment with her coping skills. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I wrote listening to music, taking deep breaths, counting to ten, exercising, self-harming, the Butterfly Project, and reading."

Before Cindy could ask, Hermione said, "The negative coping skill is cutting. . ."

Cindy smiled, "Good job, Hermione. Instead of cutting you could play the fifteen minute game or the 54321 game. The fifteen minute game is where you force yourself to not cut for fifteen minutes and when the time is up, give yourself another fifteen minutes. The 54321 game, in my opinion, is more fun. You name five things you can see in the room around you first. Then you name four things you can feel and then name three things you can hear. After that you name two things you can smell and then one thing that is good about yourself."

Turning to Ariel, Cindy asked, "And what did you write?"

"On my paper I wrote dancing, singing, cleaning, and throwing up," Ariel answered with a blush.

Cindy nodded, "Instead of throwing up when you feel bad about yourself I want you to try to write yourself a 'I love you because. . .' letter."

Smiling at everyone, Cindy stood from her seat, "You all did wonderful!"

A knock on the door caught Cindy's attention.

Maria entered and smiled softly at Hermione, "Dear, your Professor is here to see you."

Jumping from her seat, Hermione ran for the office.

Seeing Minerva standing with her visitor's pass clipped on her robe, Hermione felt the happiness swarm around her.

Pulling her into a hug, Minerva whispered, "Hello dear."

"Hi," Hermione whispered back, shyly.

Following Maria to the sitting room, Hermione asked, "I still get to leave tomorrow right?"

Minerva nodded, "If the doctor's believe you are alright to go. Have you even seen Dr. Hugo yet?"

Hermione slowly shook her head.

Maria turned to Minerva and said, "Dr. Hugo is actually coming to see them tonight at six."

Sitting on the couch beside Hermione, Minerva gave the young lady a smile, "Thank you, Maria."

Nodding, she left the room to give them privacy.

"How has your day been?" Minerva asked softly.

Hermione's heart fluttered, She talks to me as if she truly cares.

"For breakfast we had chocolate chip pancakes!" Hermione surprised herself at how excited she was to not have to eat cereal!

Minerva chuckled, "Do you like pancakes?"

Hermione nodded, "I love them!"

"I will make sure to make you pancakes when you move in with me then."

Hermione's smile grew, "That would be fantastic!"

Smiling, Minerva asked, "What else did you do today?"

"We talked about the difference between negative coping skills and positive coping skills this morning and then in our last Group session we discussed our coping skills that we use and labeled which were negative and which were positive."

"Sounds like you have had a busy day," Minerva told her.

Hermione nodded and fell silent.

Minerva watched as Hermione's face went from happy to depressed in a matter of seconds.

"What's the matter, dear?"

Hermione bit her lip and stared at her hands, "C-can I tell you something?"

Minerva nodded, "Of course. Anything!"

Blushing, Hermione avoided making eye contact with her professor, "There is this boy here and today he. . . Today he made me feel a-awkward."

Minerva felt an aggressive protectiveness fall over her, "How did he do that?"

Taking a shuddering breath, Hermione whispered, "He just kept saying things to me and he. . ."

Sitting straighter, Minerva asked firmly, "He what, Hermione?"

Keeping her eyes firmly on her lap, Hermione answered her, "H-he told me that he wanted me to make him happy." Glancing up at Minerva, she prayed the woman understood what she was hinting at.

Minerva understood right away. Pushing her rising anger aside, Minerva asked, "Did he touch you?"

Hermione winced at her tone, "Just my thigh."

Eyes flashing deadly, Minerva said, "You said that as if it did not matter. Did his touch make you feel awkward?"

Hermione nodded.

"Then he was in the wrong. He should not have touched you. Did he try to. . ." Minerva closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Did he try to move further up your thigh?"

Hermione blushed a deep scarlet, "Yeah but I ran to my bedroom."

The look that was on Minerva's face made Hermione's heart-break.

She's mad at me! She hates me and thinks I am a slut! I knew I shouldn't have told her!

Tears flooded her eyes as she forced herself to stop looking at Minerva.

Noticing Hermione's tears, Minerva pulled her into a hug, "Tell me what you are thinking, dear."

Hermione bit her lip as she hid her face in Minerva's neck.

Rubbing her back gently, Minerva whispered in her ear, "Darling tell me what you are thinking."

Hiccuping, Hermione managed to say, "I made you mad. You think I'm a s-slut!"

Pulling her an arm's length away, Minerva forced Hermione to look her in the eye, "You did not make me mad, Hermione. You are thirteen years old, dear, you are not even close to being a harlot!"

Shuddering, Hermione finally looked her in the eye, "Do you promise?"

Minerva nodded, "I also promise that he won't try that again, alright?"

Hermione blanched, "What are you going to do?

"I am going to tell Maria," Minerva told her gently.

Gulping, Hermione wanted to disappear.

Minerva patted her hand as she whispered, "I will be right back."

Then she disappeared, leaving Hermione to her horrible thoughts.

Maria is going to think it's my fault.

Savoren is going to hate me and want revenge!

Minerva says she doesn't think I'm a slut but what if she lied?

I don't want to be here! I want to disappear!

I wish I was never born!

The thought of blood immediately came to the forefront of her mind and Hermione panicked as her heart began to race.

Closing her eyes, Hermione tried to take a deep breath.

It didn't work. She still feels the urge to slice her arm up.

Looking around herself, she whispered, "I see a yellow plant, a couch, a coffee stand, a lamp, and a green rug."

Closing her eyes, she concentrated on everything around her, "I feel the chair against my back, the cold air from the fan against my face, my feet on the floor, and my chest rising and falling as I breathe."

Forcing her breath to be silent, she continued the 54321 game, "I hear the fan blowing, a fly flying around me, and Minerva speaking with Maria outside the door."

Breathing in deeply through her nose, she forced herself to focus, "I smell the flower and the smell of something that is old."

Biting her lip she thought very hard on the last step. After a few minutes she whispered, "One good thing about myself is that I am a hard worker."

She slowly opened her eyes only to see Maria and Minerva staring at her.

Maria smiled proudly at her, "Good job, Hermione! I heard you just learned that game. Did it work?"

Taking a deep breath, Hermione tried to focus on her thoughts.

She didn't want to cut.

Smiling, she nodded her head, "It worked!"

Minerva gave her a hug and whispered, "I am very proud of you!"

Then, becoming serious, Minerva said, "I told Maria about what happened."

Maria nodded her head, "I will make sure to let the other nurses know to not let him alone with you anymore, alright?

Hermione nodded, "Alright."

As Maria walked to the door to leave she said, "Professor you have five more minutes and then Hermione must come eat supper."

Minerva nodded, "Thank you." After the door closed behind her, Minerva said, "I want you to be very honest with Dr Hugo tonight."

"I will," Hermione agreed.

Minerva smiled, "Good. You will only continue to get better if you stay honest with those who want to help you."

Standing, she pulled Hermione to her feet, "Hang in there, dear. I will come tomorrow at twelve to pick you up."

Hermione followed her to the office and watched with sad eyes as Minerva handed in her visitor's pass.

Throwing her one last smile, Minerva left.

Mr. Hains came up beside her, "Come on dear, supper is waiting for you."

Loneliness settled in the pit of her heart as she stared at the closed-door where Minerva had just been standing.

Grabbing her arm, he gently gave a tug, "Come on, Hermione, she will be back tomorrow."

Sniffling, Hermione forced to tears to not fall as she followed him to the Group Room.

Sitting beside Ariel, Hermione sighed as she looked at the finger-food (they were not allowed eating utensils). At least tonight's meal did not look like a cardboard cut-out!

After she was done eating Miss Kline escorted her to Dr Hugo's office.

Hermione frowned as she realized Miss Kline would be sitting in on her appointment.

Sitting down on the comfy chair in front of the doctor's desk, Hermione bit her lip nervously.

When the doctor entered the room he gave her a huge smile that immediately made her feel as if she could tell him anything.

"Hello dear, how are you feeling today? You are Hermione, correct?" Dr. Hugo asked kindly.

Hermione couldn't help but smile back at him, "Yes, I'm Hermione."

Shaking her hand, he sat down in his seat, "What are you in the hospital for, dear?"

Hermione bit her lip, "I hurt myself."

"Do you still have the urges?" Dr. Hugo asked her gently.

No wonder Minerva made her promise to tell the doctor the truth today!

Hermione sighed, "Yes but I am positive that I can go home."

Dr. Hugo nodded his head, "I spoke to your professor. I like the plan you both have settled out."

Hermione smiled, hopeful.

Dr. Hugo continued, "I will let you go home tomorrow but if you have any problems I want you to feel comfortable with coming straight back."

Hermione nodded in agreement, "I will!"

Her mind was swirling with excited thoughts.

I can't wait for tomorrow!

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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The incident with Savoren and Hermione happened to me during my first stay in a mental hospital. However, my incident was a lot worse and ended with the guy being drugged and put under arrest.

~Severus Addicted

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