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Ron trepidatiously stepped towards the girls' dormitory. He had left Potions early, feigning illness, which he was sure that Professor Snape had been skeptical. He had to find out why Hermione had those scars on her wrists. He had to know what Victor Krum had done to her.
Ron clattered up the abandoned stairwell, nearly tripping twice. He found himself standing in front of the heavy wooden door leading to the girls' dormitory, panting heavily. He had run nearly the whole way from the Potions classroom. Delicately, he opened the door and popped his head in.
The curtains were drawn around Hermione's bed and he could hear her breathing heavily. Ron walked cautiously over to her bed before calling out to her.
"Hermione? Are you all right?" He asked quietly. In response, he heard a gasp and quick shuffling of the sheets.
"Go away, Ron!" she shouted loudly. He refused to let her remain self- contained. He pushed back the curtains.
"Ron, I said---!" she nearly screamed. He gasped in response at what befell his eyes. He sleeves had been pushed back and blood was seeping from her wrists. He also spied a small razor resting on top of a plastic bag on her sheets. Hermione looked up at him, a guilty expression on her face.
"Oh, Hermione!" he gasped again. He rushed to her wrists and futilely tried to stop the bleeding. He covered the large gashes with his hands, wondering how she could do this. "Hermione, what happened? Did you cut yourself?" He knew she must have done it, but he couldn't comprehend why.
"Ron, please." She began to sob. "Just go away...." She looked up into his eyes, hers filled with tears. Hermione tried to pull her hands away from his, but he her wrists firmly.
"No, Hermione. I can't leave you like this. Tell me what happened, please." He looked down at her, feeling a twinge of pain in what he guessed might be his heart.
"Why should I, Ron? You didn't care all summer, why should you care now?" Hermione murmured under her breath. She glared up at him, heated anger radiating off of her.
"Hermione, I love and care about you. As for the summer, you didn't write us a single letter! Hermione, what happened to you?" He attempted to apply pressure to the shreds of skin still oozing blood.
"You..love me?" Her gaze shifted to her bleeding wrists.
"Well yeah, friends love each other, right?" He muttered uncomfortably.
"Oh. Okay." She replied and again tried to wrench her wrists away from him.
"Hermione, tell me what happened, please. Did Viktor do something to you?" He pressed again.
Hermione took a deep, pained breath before looking up at him again. His efforts to calm the bleeding were finally beginning to work. "Ron, it's complicated."
"Try me." He looked at her with great concern. If Krum had laid a finger on her..
"Ron, it's none of your business." She said quietly. He finally let her pull her wrists away from him.
"Hermione, why are you skirting the problem? It's important! You could get yourself seriously hurt!" He felt anger rising in him. 'Why doesn't she want to talk about it?'
"Get out Ron. It's none of your business!" She turned her back to him and stared at the wall that her four-poster touched. He knew that this was her indication of the end of the discussion. The stubborn girl would not talk anymore about it.
"Fine Hermione! But you're going to wish you had someone to talk to, and when it comes time, it's not going to be me! It's nice to know who's your friend when it all comes down to it!"
"Get out Ron!" she shouted after him. He stormed out of the dormitory and stomped down the stairs into the common room, huffing as plopped onto the couch.
Ron stared off into space, anger forcing him to lose focus. Hermione could be so damned stubborn. He was worried about her, and all she could do was push him away. He hated her, he decided. He hated Hermione. She couldn't even fucking consider him a friend, let alone any sort of confidant. Damn her. He punched the dark forest green pillow roughly in anger.
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Ron trepidatiously stepped towards the girls' dormitory. He had left Potions early, feigning illness, which he was sure that Professor Snape had been skeptical. He had to find out why Hermione had those scars on her wrists. He had to know what Victor Krum had done to her.
Ron clattered up the abandoned stairwell, nearly tripping twice. He found himself standing in front of the heavy wooden door leading to the girls' dormitory, panting heavily. He had run nearly the whole way from the Potions classroom. Delicately, he opened the door and popped his head in.
The curtains were drawn around Hermione's bed and he could hear her breathing heavily. Ron walked cautiously over to her bed before calling out to her.
"Hermione? Are you all right?" He asked quietly. In response, he heard a gasp and quick shuffling of the sheets.
"Go away, Ron!" she shouted loudly. He refused to let her remain self- contained. He pushed back the curtains.
"Ron, I said---!" she nearly screamed. He gasped in response at what befell his eyes. He sleeves had been pushed back and blood was seeping from her wrists. He also spied a small razor resting on top of a plastic bag on her sheets. Hermione looked up at him, a guilty expression on her face.
"Oh, Hermione!" he gasped again. He rushed to her wrists and futilely tried to stop the bleeding. He covered the large gashes with his hands, wondering how she could do this. "Hermione, what happened? Did you cut yourself?" He knew she must have done it, but he couldn't comprehend why.
"Ron, please." She began to sob. "Just go away...." She looked up into his eyes, hers filled with tears. Hermione tried to pull her hands away from his, but he her wrists firmly.
"No, Hermione. I can't leave you like this. Tell me what happened, please." He looked down at her, feeling a twinge of pain in what he guessed might be his heart.
"Why should I, Ron? You didn't care all summer, why should you care now?" Hermione murmured under her breath. She glared up at him, heated anger radiating off of her.
"Hermione, I love and care about you. As for the summer, you didn't write us a single letter! Hermione, what happened to you?" He attempted to apply pressure to the shreds of skin still oozing blood.
"You..love me?" Her gaze shifted to her bleeding wrists.
"Well yeah, friends love each other, right?" He muttered uncomfortably.
"Oh. Okay." She replied and again tried to wrench her wrists away from him.
"Hermione, tell me what happened, please. Did Viktor do something to you?" He pressed again.
Hermione took a deep, pained breath before looking up at him again. His efforts to calm the bleeding were finally beginning to work. "Ron, it's complicated."
"Try me." He looked at her with great concern. If Krum had laid a finger on her..
"Ron, it's none of your business." She said quietly. He finally let her pull her wrists away from him.
"Hermione, why are you skirting the problem? It's important! You could get yourself seriously hurt!" He felt anger rising in him. 'Why doesn't she want to talk about it?'
"Get out Ron. It's none of your business!" She turned her back to him and stared at the wall that her four-poster touched. He knew that this was her indication of the end of the discussion. The stubborn girl would not talk anymore about it.
"Fine Hermione! But you're going to wish you had someone to talk to, and when it comes time, it's not going to be me! It's nice to know who's your friend when it all comes down to it!"
"Get out Ron!" she shouted after him. He stormed out of the dormitory and stomped down the stairs into the common room, huffing as plopped onto the couch.
Ron stared off into space, anger forcing him to lose focus. Hermione could be so damned stubborn. He was worried about her, and all she could do was push him away. He hated her, he decided. He hated Hermione. She couldn't even fucking consider him a friend, let alone any sort of confidant. Damn her. He punched the dark forest green pillow roughly in anger.