Hello loves! Back again! I know, I've been gone forever… boring drama. So sorry!
Let me know how you like it!
So Slight insight, Mr. Granger was captured by the aurors and sent to Azkaban, but I didn't feel like putting that in so yeah
Hermione was thrilled not to be in the hospital wing anymore, she couldn't stand having people fuss over her like they were. All she'd wanted was a hot shower and to be alone. Cleaning charms were wonderful and all, but she wanted to feel clean after what had happened. She turned the shower up as hot as she could possibly stand and stepped under the flow. She practically scalded herself in an attempt to feel clean again. She scrubbed herself until her skin was practically raw.
She reached over and dismantled the muggle razor she had insisted on using and turned the blade over in her hands. She knew in her heart that her mother was right. She wasn't broken, she supposed she wasn't actually "dirty", but she couldn't help it. She'd never felt so utterly disgusting. She wanted to forget about it. She wanted to feel like herself again.
She slowly drug the blade along her forearm, gasping at the sharp pain it caused, but it had done it's job. Everything was forgotten except for blade in her hand and the blood trickling down her arm. She did it again, this time deeper and quicker. The blood welled up as she continued to cut down her arm, careful not to let herself cut low enough that it would show if her robes slipped up her arm. She couldn't remember feeling such relief before, she could finally breathe again.
There was a sudden knock on the door and Hermione heard her mother's voice "Hermione?" She called "Are you almost done, Sweetheart? we'll be late for breakfast"
"Yes Mum! I'll be out in a minute" Hermione called back suddenly feeling very panicked.
She hopped out of the shower and cast a drying spell. Unfortunately she had no idea how to cast a healing charm, or even a simple charm to stop the bleeding. She glanced around the room for something she could use to stop it quickly before her mother became suspicious.
Minerva however was already becoming suspicious and decided to check on Hermione. If nothing was wrong, then Hermione would be a bit embarrassed, if something was wrong, the embarrassment would likely be the least of their worries.
Minerva slowly opened the door and asked Hermione if she was alright. Hermione jumped at the sound of her mother's voice. Whatever happened to knocking? she thought as she tried to hide her arm and throw her towel around herself. She was too late, Minerva had already seen it. How could she not have? Her daughter's arm was absolutely dripping blood. Minerva couldn't bring herself to say anything, she was afraid that if she did it would come out a yell, not because she was angry, but because she was scared. Instead of speaking she moved the towel covering her daughter's arm and then held her hand for Hermione's "Let me see Hermione" she said gently. Hermione said nothing, she was angry, she knew her mother had only meant to check on her, but she had completely violated Hermione's privacy.
Minerva reached out and took her daughter's hand only to have it swiftly yanked away "You're right professor" She said coldly "We will be late for breakfast. So if you will please excuse me I would like to finish dressing" Minerva stared at Hermione in shock and pain. She was worried that she would pull farther and farther away from her, and do something drastic. Again. "Hermione watch your tone with me, young lady" Minerva said firmly. She reached her hand out once again "Let me see." Seeing that Hermione was about to argue she added "Now. Hermione Jean"
Hermione sighed, knowing that she couldn't do anything to change her mother's mind. "Mum… could I at least get dressed first?..." she asked in a quiet voice. Minerva gave her a sad smile and flicked her wand at her daughter and then she was fully clothed. Hermione returned a small smile and held her hand to her mother. Her mother took her hand and turned her arm so that she could see the cuts. They were much deeper than she'd initially thought. Tears filled her eyes as she cast a healing charm, she couldn't prevent it from scarring, but she could take away the pain.
Hermione's eyes never left the floor, she couldn't even look at her mother. She followed as she was led to the sitting room and sat on the couch at her mother's instruction.
"Hermione, tell me what happened"
Hermione shook her head and gazed at the floor. She wouldn't tell her. How could she explain something like that? She'd just end up telling her how silly she was being.
Minerva layed her hand gently on her daughter's lap causing Hermione to jump. This hurt Minerva, but she could understand it. "Hermione..." She said gently "Please, I want to help. Tell me what's going on" she pleaded
Hermione's eyes filled with tears "Mum please, just leave me alone..." Hermione jumped up from the couch and ran to her room locking the door behind herself. Minerva let out a sigh Doesn't she realize I can unlock the door?…
Minerva walked over the door and stood for a moment. She didn't want to upset her more by unlocking the door… Maybe she would let her in. She knocked gently. "Hermione?… please let me in kitten, we need to talk. You don't need to try to fix this on your own" Minerva stood in silence, waiting and listening. She had nearly given up when she heard the lock click and the door opened a crack. Hermione stood in front of her, eyes down, face streaked with tears. "can I come in?" Minerva asked gently. Hermione nodded her head and opened the door. Minerva led Hermione to the bed and sat down beside her. "Alright sweetheart, now, tell me what happened."
I am so so sorry I've taken forever. My life has been drama filled…. Please let me know what you think, it's short but I wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive!
