Author's note: hey everyone! To apologize for the late update last time, I'm going to update like right now lol! So, this is for all my reviewers!
Last time:
Hermione couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, waking up, getting a drink, going to sleep, waking back up, going to the bathroom, and going back to sleep. The pattern kept going. She heard a moaning in the night, from the next room. She told herself it was the wind, until she heard it louder, and then a scream.
"Hermione," he breathed out, still breathing heavily, his chest rising with each intake of air. "Its ok, I'm right here," she whispered, hugging him. She pulled away, embarrassed of the state he was in. Her eyes couldn't help but trail down to his abs, his muscular arms, her eyes froze. Draco's eyes grew wider as he realized what she saw.
"Draco…what….what are those?" she asked in a small voice, barely above the softest whisper. Draco couldn't breath, he felt like his lungs were collapsing beneath him. She saw. He couldn't believe she saw. Horrified, Hermione turned over his arms, seeing scars of old cuts, from him. He was a cutter. Draco was a cutter.
Hermione ran from the room, leaving Draco sitting there on the bed, thinking that this was what it meant to be truly heartbroken…
Now:
Hermione found herself once again at the lakeside she had come to grow so close to. Every time she was sad, happy, bored, she would go to it and watch the water. A shadow cast over her. Draco…he sat next to her, and looked down at hit feet, she wrapped her arms around her knees.
"Why…Why did you do it?" she whispered softly, staring out at the sunset. "My father…he was- is a violent man. He beats me, I can't leave my mother though, he would murder her without me there." Hermione heard his voice get emotional. So no one had a perfect life. No one got to live without problems. Even Draco with the seemingly perfect life had it bad. Was anything in the life good?
"Its overwhelming sometimes…isn't it?" Hermione said, finally turning to him. Draco nodded, sighing, "I just wish I could fight back. I just feel so weak. Like nothing I could do would make him stop." Hermione's eyes started to water.
"I'm afraid that I might not live to see the end of the summer…" Draco admitted, "the beatings are getting worse and worse, he nearly killed me last time, broke a few ribs…and popped a lung. He…he would fix it and act like nothing happened. Its when he gets drunk it's the worst."
Hermione covered her mouth in horror, she couldn't image Draco dying, leaving her. "Death doesn't scare me…" he said softly, and got up to leave. "Hermione, there is something I need to tell you. I…I didn't want you to hate me. I need you to know though, your parents, death eaters killed them…it was my father who killed your parents." And with that he solemnly got up, and left her in shocked silence.
Pansy…
Pansy stood in the owlery, she licked the envelope, cringing at the sour taste of the glue. She neatly tied a little bow on her owl's small leg, making sure to smooth out her owl's feathers carefully so that it looked nice. I mean, the person she was sending this letter to, was very important.
Goyle stumbled into the room, carrying an owl of his own. It was a rather plain owl, had a light brown feathery look, and wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. It often flew into things, much like Ron's owl did too, it was like its owner, stupid, and gullible.
You could show this owl a fake mouse and it would try to eat it, then choke on the rubber! "Why who are you sending a letter to?" Goyle snickered, "you don't have anyone to send something to." He laughed gruffly, as if he made a great joke.
Pansy scoffed, "Shut up Goyle, you bumbling buffoon, if you must know this is a very important letter." She smirked, picking up the letter and giving it a little wave, careful of not pulling the birds leg to hard.
Goyle, apparently having learned how to read recently, gaped at her. "Your sending a letter to Mr. M-Malfoy?!" he stuttered. She nodded proudly, "Someone needs to tell him about Draco and that mudblood! Once and for all, they have had it coming!" she sent the bird off to the skies, to find Lucious Malfoy…
Back at the lake…
The mention of Hermione's parents brought her past the point of tears, sobs, her chest heaved up and down as she hid her face from view. It was his parents. They were the reason Hermione was an orphan, why her world collapsed. She didn't think she could handle this. She felt almost as if Draco himself had betrayed her.
She felt a burning in her hands. She wanted to cut, make the pain go away. She couldn't…she promised Draco…she didn't know what to believe anymore. She stood up and ran across the massive Hogwarts yard, and past several alarmed students. She ran up the moving stairs, and into her room. She couldn't even look at his room.
Hermione ran into her room, collapsing onto her bed. She didn't know how long she had been there. She didn't know how long she would stay there either. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to breath. She didn't want to think. She didn't want to live.
That was it, she realized, she didn't want to live. That was the one thing that would make all the pain stop. Dying. Being up in heaven with her parents, she would be reunited with them once more. She would never have to be in pain again. She would be able to make all of this just stop. The whole world would just come to a complete stop.
She slowly stepped off of her bed, up to her balcony, she knew what she had to do. She opened the doors slowly, breathing in the cool night air. Step, by shaky step she walked closer to the edge, she stepped over the railing, onto the small inch of balcony left. She looked down, she could see the ground.
It was a far, long way down, she got almost dizzy looking down. She inhaled, ready to take that final step. She finally understood the Whisky Lullaby song. She finally understood how two different people could never be together. Fate wouldn't allow it. Just like fate wouldn't allow her to be happy.
When Hermione's life started looking better, something else brought her down. Her whole life was like one, bad, soap opera, as if someone wanted her to feel like her world could collapse at any moment.
She heard a creek, and looked over her shoulder to see who it was. She wasn't surprised to see Draco staring at her from the shadows. "Don't do this Hermione!" he said, his voice at a panic level. "Why shouldn't I?" she challenged him. "I would die." Draco said, his voice wavering, he couldn't believe she was considering this!
"You would be the one to finish off my family." She said bitterly. "I'm not my parents!" he said angrily, a single tear fell down Hermione's cheek as she looked Draco in the eyes, whispered "I'm sorry…" as she took that final step over the edge. Draco lunged forward, but was to late, he couldn't stop her, he watched as she plunged into total darkness…
To be continued…
This is not the end! There will be more chapters! I'm not saying if she died or not, you will just have to read on! And yes, I know I'm evil
Author's note: I have 22 people who get alerted when I update, wouldn't it be amazing if all 22 reviewed every time I updated? hint hint