The Internet and Hogwarts Don't Mix, Hermione!

By: Mari G. (a.k.a. MalfoysGirlfriend)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS.

Chapter 3:

Christmas had come to Hogwarts, covering it in thick blankets of snow. It looked like a fairytale and inside the kids were opening presents and eating candy, all but one, who was still sleeping. This one was called Hermione Granger. She was so deep in sleep that she didn't hear the bedroom door open and Harry tiptoe inside.

"Hermione, merry Christmas," he whispered, shaking her lightly.

"Hmmm?" she moaned, rolling over.

"Wake up," he said and again shook her. She only kept sleeping and didn't bother to respond.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" She still didn't wake up and he panicked. Harry shook her roughly and still she slept on.

"Hermione, come on. Don't play around," he said nervously and glanced around the room. On the nightstand next to the bed he saw an empty prescription medicine bottle and picked it up. He read on the label that they were stress pills that helped you sleep. It also said you should only take 2.

"Hermione, how many of these pills did you drink?" he asked, dreading the answer. Harry slowly saw her hand signal him she took 5.

"You took 5!" he yelled picking her up and heading with her towards the hospital wing. As he passed the common room many people asked what happened but he kept walking. In the hallway he met up with Ron who was heading the opposite way.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, following Harry.

"She took an overdose of sleeping pills," he said, breaking into a run.

"Hermione took an overdose?"

"I can't believe it either."

They entered the hospital wing out of breath from the run through the school. Harry laid Hermione on one of the empty beds and yelled for the nurse. She emerged from the medicine room with Draco Malfoy, who seemed to have hurt his arm.

"What happened to Granger?" he asked.

"She took an overdose of sleeping pills. Help her!" Harry said grabbing Hermiones hand and taking her pulse.

"Damn," Madam Pomfrey muttered, looking through the cabinets. She took out a clear bottle with a purple potion in it. She walked over and raised Hermiones head, opened her mouth, and made her drink the potion. She stirred instantly and opened her eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Why did you do that? Why did you drink an overdose?" Harry asked, eyes wide and blank, staring at her.

"I wanted to sleep."

"Nice excuse," said Draco, making her jump.

"Hermione, I never knew you had the nerve," said Ron, who was frozen in the doorway.

"I guess you don't know her, do you, Weasley?"

"What do you mean, Malfoy?" said Harry through gritted teeth.

"Yes, what do you mean, Mr.Malfoy?" asked Madam Pomfrey, who everyone forgot was there.

"Don't tell them! Please!" Hermione panicked.

"Will you excuse us Madam Pomfrey?" asked Malfoy. Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips and left, shutting the door to her office.

"What don't you want him to tell us Hermione?" asked Harry, looking at her quizzically.

"If you don't tell them I will," said Malfoy, casually leaning against the wall.

"You said you wouldn't tell."

"I said I wouldn't tell unless you did it again and you obviously did."

"You mean she's taken overdoses before?" asked Ron.

"No. Actually she was more creative the time I caught her."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry, glaring at Hermione. She covered her eyes with her hands and lay back against the pillow.

"Hermione attempted to jump off the astronomy tower a few months ago but luckily I caught her arm."

"You're kidding, right?" said Harry with disbelief.

"And besides, why would you save her anyways? She is your worst enemy," added Ron walking over and standing next to Harry.

"Malfoy saved my life. It's true," Hermione said quietly.

"How…what were you…are you crazy?" Harry yelled at her.

"It's hard to believe you would do something like that, Hermione," Ron said, looking at her with sheer disappointment on his face.

"I was stressed out. I just wanted to make everything better," she said, tears welling up in her eyes for the first time since her brother died.

"And jumping off the astronomy tower will make it better. Simply ingenious, Hermione," said Harry sarcastically.

"She probably did it for attention," piped up Draco with a smirk on his face.

"Ok, Malfoy, you've helped enough. Now leave," said Hermione pointing at the door.

"And that's all the thanks I get," Malfoy muttered, walking out of the infirmary.

"Hermione, I'm sorry we haven't really been paying attention to you-" Ron started but was interrupted by Hermione.

"I don't care that you guys aren't paying attention to me. I have other problems that are eating me up, problems that you can't solve in one day. My world doesn't revolve around you two."

"Why don't you tell us what's going on? That's what friends are for," said Ron.

"Oh, I'm touched," said Hermione sarcastically.

"You know what Hermione? You are acting like a complete bitch! I can't stand you anymore! NOBODY can stand you anymore!" yelled Ron storming out of the infirmary.

"Ron's right Hermione," said Harry quietly.

"What? In the sense that you're sorry you haven't been paying attention to me?" she asked.

"No. In the sense that you're a bitch."

Hermione stared at Harry as he walked out of the infirmary, not believing that's what she was. She loved Harry and the act of him calling her a bitch felt like a stab in the heart. It only added to the hurt and weight she felt in her soul. At that moment she couldn't control her emotions anymore. Hermione burst into violent sobs and walked back to the Gryffindor common room, alone and unwanted.

(A/N: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or anything else! Awwwwwwwwww!)

To Be Continued