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Hermione POV
I walked into the Common Room with Draco at my side. I gave him a sad smile, kissed his cheek and went up to my room alone.
As I closed the door I slid down it and put my head in my hands. How could I let this happen? I was almost positive that I had Kieran under control. Oh how wrong I was. We both knew that she would become real if ever she felt I was in real trouble. That wasn't acceptable she couldn't be allowed to just take control of me whenever she felt I was weak.
"And why can't I?" I heard her cold indifferent voice ask.
"Because, it just can't happen. I have to be able to take care of myself and I can't do that if you insist on being my fucking guardian angel. "
"Why?' that cold voice asked me again, 'we both know you need me. We both know that I am the only one who can kill him."
"No, I don't know that anymore. I have my own power within. I will kill him and make him suffer a thousand times over for what he did to us."
I felt her get confused, "You still haven't explained to me why I can't be the one to kill him."
"Kieran, there is a dark power within me, I can feel it rising and the hate that I feel is being turned to rage. I want his blood. I want to be the one to watch the life leave his eyes. I cannot do that if you kill him."
I stood and walked over to my bedside table and opened the drawer pulling out my silver knife. I looked up into my mirror to see that signs of my inner turmoil was showing. One eye was my brown while the other was Kieran's bright blue. I smiled coldly.
"Kieran I will tell you this only once and I hope for your sake I never have to tell you again. I know how to kill you.' I said as I pulled the blade slowly across my skin, hissing at the pain, 'anything that he has done he has done to me, was done to me and not you."
I looked up at the mirror and held up my arm as the blood dripped down it. She knew what I meant but I said it anyways.
"I am the one that has bled; I am the one that bears the scars and the bruises not you."
I felt her nod acceptance and exit my mind for the time being. I stood there looking into the mirror for a minute longer. Then it exploded, shards of glass flying everywhere. One hit my forehead, just above my eyebrow and I flinched lightly. I felt the blood start to roll down my face and I smiled darkly.
"Harry Potter,' I whispered, 'You will suffer for what you have done. Your blood belongs to me. "