Title: There's No Such Thing as a Painless Love
Chapter Seventeen: Make the Pain Go Away
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"Accio dagger," a girl whispered. The muffled voice was coming from the Head Boy/Head Girl bathroom.
Hermione slowly lifted the freshly sharpened blade in her trembling hands. A smoky mixture of mascara and tears ran down her pale, flushed face.
She looked at her reflection in the shiny, cold metal of the dagger.
She thought about her situation. She thought about Ron and Draco, and she decided.
She pressed the tip of the blade to her wrist and let out a loud sob. She wasn't sure that she wanted to die, but she needed to know. She needed to know if she could still feel the pain, after everything she had been through so far.
It may have been selfish, but she had to do it. She wanted to feel, and she was going to make it happen.
She let out another wail as the blood dripped from her wrist and onto the cold, clean bathroom floor. Then suddenly, the door flew open.
Hermione looked up to see Draco staring down at her.
"Accio, dagger," came a rushed, trembling voice. He put the bloody dagger down and kneeled beside Hermione. He wrapped his long, muscular arms around her, attempting to comfort her.
He kissed the top of her head, and held her closer to cry into his shoulder. He went to kiss her again. When she realized what was happening, she pushed him away from her, and stumbled up running to her bedroom.
Draco decided not to run after her. He knew that she needed time to herself, but he was worried that she'd try something again. He was desperately hoping she wouldn't, considering she now knew that he was there.
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Draco decided if he couldn't be in the room with her, he could try something new. He could use some of those muggle instruments that Hermione had shown him.
"Thank God Hermione taught me how to use these muggle contraptions," Draco muttered to himself.
He set up a television in his room, and putting a tape into the camera, he whispered an incantation and it disappeared. Now he could leave her to be alone, but make sure she didn't try to do anything stupid or dangerous.....again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione looked down at her bandaged wrist. She was talking to herself once more, not even realizing she was speaking out loud.
"I don't know what to do with myself anymore," she mumbled, "She warned me. I didn't listen. She was right...no one loves me."
There was a knock at the door.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione shouted, "GO AWAY, MALFOY!"
"Miss...Dobby heard Miss wasn't at dinner tonight. Dobby thought Miss might be hungry..."
"Yes, of course," Hermione confirmed, rolling down her sleeve to cover the bandages, "Come in, Dobby."
Slowly the door creaked opened, and Dobby's tiny figure stumbled in, carrying a tray that was ten times too large for him to hold.
"Here Dobby, let me," Hermione moved to help him.
"No, no, it is Dobby's duty, Miss," Dobby reassured her, carrying the massive tray over to her night table, and setting it down with a big clunk. "Well, Dobby must be going, Miss."
"You don't have to leave, Dobby."
"Dobby must go. Winky is expecting him."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She looked like an angel when she slept. Hell, she looked like an angel when she was awake. Or at least she used to.
Now things had fully changed. She was totally oblivious to the rest of the world, and Draco felt that it was his entire fault.
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Draco watched Hermione stir in her sleep, wondering what was going on inside of that beautiful head of hers. He noticed she hadn't been sleeping well since he put the camera in her bedroom, but Draco knew it had been going on for much longer than that.
Hermione was always in her room. It was like she never left it. In fact, she never did leave. The only time Draco saw her out of her bedroom was during classes, and at night when she would sneak down to the kitchens to eat. He, of course, would follow her, making sure she stayed out of trouble.
She had no idea.
He began to wonder why Hermione would do this. Why she would confine herself up in her room, blocked off from the rest of the world. Harry had come by so often to check up on her, but she would never answer.
Hermione frequently had discussions with herself, always referring to 'she.' Who was this 'she' that Hermione had been talking to herself about constantly; and why was 'she' claiming that nobody loved Hermione?
'Of course, people love her,' Draco thought, 'Everyone loves her. What's not to love?'
"Hermione's lying to herself..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Okay, we're very proud! Two chapters in a row! Go us! Okay, well we know they should be longer but the next chapters definitely will be! We've been working on our details to make it all longer! That's worked thus far.
By the way...here's the secret: Courticus gets her best ideas when she's in the shower! Conclusion: Courticus needs to shower more! **Cleanliness is friendliness**
We're here to make you happy! Love you all so much! Please, R/R! Thanks.
3 FeltonFriends922*
Chapter Seventeen: Make the Pain Go Away
- -
"Accio dagger," a girl whispered. The muffled voice was coming from the Head Boy/Head Girl bathroom.
Hermione slowly lifted the freshly sharpened blade in her trembling hands. A smoky mixture of mascara and tears ran down her pale, flushed face.
She looked at her reflection in the shiny, cold metal of the dagger.
She thought about her situation. She thought about Ron and Draco, and she decided.
She pressed the tip of the blade to her wrist and let out a loud sob. She wasn't sure that she wanted to die, but she needed to know. She needed to know if she could still feel the pain, after everything she had been through so far.
It may have been selfish, but she had to do it. She wanted to feel, and she was going to make it happen.
She let out another wail as the blood dripped from her wrist and onto the cold, clean bathroom floor. Then suddenly, the door flew open.
Hermione looked up to see Draco staring down at her.
"Accio, dagger," came a rushed, trembling voice. He put the bloody dagger down and kneeled beside Hermione. He wrapped his long, muscular arms around her, attempting to comfort her.
He kissed the top of her head, and held her closer to cry into his shoulder. He went to kiss her again. When she realized what was happening, she pushed him away from her, and stumbled up running to her bedroom.
Draco decided not to run after her. He knew that she needed time to herself, but he was worried that she'd try something again. He was desperately hoping she wouldn't, considering she now knew that he was there.
- -
Draco decided if he couldn't be in the room with her, he could try something new. He could use some of those muggle instruments that Hermione had shown him.
"Thank God Hermione taught me how to use these muggle contraptions," Draco muttered to himself.
He set up a television in his room, and putting a tape into the camera, he whispered an incantation and it disappeared. Now he could leave her to be alone, but make sure she didn't try to do anything stupid or dangerous.....again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione looked down at her bandaged wrist. She was talking to herself once more, not even realizing she was speaking out loud.
"I don't know what to do with myself anymore," she mumbled, "She warned me. I didn't listen. She was right...no one loves me."
There was a knock at the door.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione shouted, "GO AWAY, MALFOY!"
"Miss...Dobby heard Miss wasn't at dinner tonight. Dobby thought Miss might be hungry..."
"Yes, of course," Hermione confirmed, rolling down her sleeve to cover the bandages, "Come in, Dobby."
Slowly the door creaked opened, and Dobby's tiny figure stumbled in, carrying a tray that was ten times too large for him to hold.
"Here Dobby, let me," Hermione moved to help him.
"No, no, it is Dobby's duty, Miss," Dobby reassured her, carrying the massive tray over to her night table, and setting it down with a big clunk. "Well, Dobby must be going, Miss."
"You don't have to leave, Dobby."
"Dobby must go. Winky is expecting him."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She looked like an angel when she slept. Hell, she looked like an angel when she was awake. Or at least she used to.
Now things had fully changed. She was totally oblivious to the rest of the world, and Draco felt that it was his entire fault.
- -
Draco watched Hermione stir in her sleep, wondering what was going on inside of that beautiful head of hers. He noticed she hadn't been sleeping well since he put the camera in her bedroom, but Draco knew it had been going on for much longer than that.
Hermione was always in her room. It was like she never left it. In fact, she never did leave. The only time Draco saw her out of her bedroom was during classes, and at night when she would sneak down to the kitchens to eat. He, of course, would follow her, making sure she stayed out of trouble.
She had no idea.
He began to wonder why Hermione would do this. Why she would confine herself up in her room, blocked off from the rest of the world. Harry had come by so often to check up on her, but she would never answer.
Hermione frequently had discussions with herself, always referring to 'she.' Who was this 'she' that Hermione had been talking to herself about constantly; and why was 'she' claiming that nobody loved Hermione?
'Of course, people love her,' Draco thought, 'Everyone loves her. What's not to love?'
"Hermione's lying to herself..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Okay, we're very proud! Two chapters in a row! Go us! Okay, well we know they should be longer but the next chapters definitely will be! We've been working on our details to make it all longer! That's worked thus far.
By the way...here's the secret: Courticus gets her best ideas when she's in the shower! Conclusion: Courticus needs to shower more! **Cleanliness is friendliness**
We're here to make you happy! Love you all so much! Please, R/R! Thanks.
3 FeltonFriends922*