Title: Scarred
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Summary: And things began to draw to an end. Hermione's depressed (actually that's an understatement) and Ron finds her.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all this. I'm just a crazy person playing with the characters!
Feedback: PLEASE! Pretty please! With a cherry on top!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
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Part Ten
Ron watched Hermione disappear into a dark room. He had never noticed it before, but then again he never went down his corridor. It seemed too dark and scary for Hermione, but from what she had said earlier he had this feeling that he didn't really know Hermione Granger to well.
He peered through the crack between the door and its frame. He saw all these candles floating around Hermione. It looked very morbid to him, but he didn't want to disturb Hermione. She was sitting there with her back to him. Ron wished she would just turn around!
Hermione smiled soon it would all be over. No more past, no more worry, no more fights with Ron. That's what she hated the most. It was Ron hating her. Why did everyone seem to turn their back on her when she needed them?
Hermione played with the delicate blade. It gleamed in the candle light. It was a small dagger, easy to hold. She sighed as it gently pierced the tip of her finger. She watched her blood surface. Why couldn't she feel it? Where was the pain? She was supposes to feel pain!
She began to move to her palms. The cuts still didn't feel like anything. Nothing. She felt empty. Finally she made up her mind. This was better. Nothing could stop her now. She moved the knife to her wrist. She let it hover for a moment. She pressed down and swiped. It was only a small cut, but she that was just warm up. She told herself she could do it. She had done everything else painful possible. Finally she made one clean sweep across her wrist.
Ron watched Hermione for ten minutes. Suddenly Hermione dropped to the ground. Ron decided to rush in. His heart broke in two when he saw what she had done.
"Why Hermione? Why would you do this?" Ron whispered while picking her up.
"He said I would never be loved now. I thought o had proved him wrong, but. . ." Hermione whispered. "I thought that you loved me. . ."
"Hermione talk, don't give up. I love you so much."
"No matter what?" she said barely above a whispered. "Even after all those things he did to me."
"What? What did he do to you?" "Ron, he did things. . .whips. . ."
Ron fought back tears as he ran to the Hospital Wing. He ran into the Wing knocking everything over. Madam Pomfrey came in about to yell, but stopped when she saw Hermione Granger.
"Ron Weasley! What is this?" She demanded.
"I don't know. I found her like this!" Ron put Hermione down on a bed, "Please, please just save her. It's all my fault!"
The nurse nodded, "But you should leave. Go get Dumbledore."
Ron nodded and ran to the Headmaster's office. He almost ran the old Master down on the way. "Dumbledore! Oh my God, Hermione she - I don't know why!"
"What is it?"
"She slit her wrists!"
Ron looked at Dumbledore's face. It was the first time he had ever seen the man the slightest bit scared. "Lead the way Ron."
Dumbledore had been aloud in, but Ron however had to sit outside the Hospital Wing and wait. He nearly went crazy waiting for news. He didn't attend class the next day or eat much. Ginny had visited and tried to clam down her brother, but it had proved unsuccessful.
Finally He was aloud to in, but only because Madam Pomfrey wanted to ask him some questions. He walked in slowly and looked at Hermione. She looked so pale, even more than when she was petrified in their second year. Her eyes where closed, but she still looked tired.
"Mr. Weasley," Started the nurse. "I was wondering if you knew about the scars on Miss Granger's palms and back. They look as if she has been. . .She looks like she has been struck, and very hard to leave that kind of mark."
"I did not know about them. That's why she did this. I wanted to know," Ron sat down in the chair beside her bed and held onto her cold hand, "Tell me she'll be ok, please, just say it."
"I do not know for sure, Hogwarts doesn't get a lot of cases like this."
Ron only nodded and continued to grip Hermione's hand. He only wished he could go back and accept that she would tell him eventually instead on demanding so much from her.
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A/N- Oh it's dragging on. I know!
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Summary: And things began to draw to an end. Hermione's depressed (actually that's an understatement) and Ron finds her.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all this. I'm just a crazy person playing with the characters!
Feedback: PLEASE! Pretty please! With a cherry on top!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
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Part Ten
Ron watched Hermione disappear into a dark room. He had never noticed it before, but then again he never went down his corridor. It seemed too dark and scary for Hermione, but from what she had said earlier he had this feeling that he didn't really know Hermione Granger to well.
He peered through the crack between the door and its frame. He saw all these candles floating around Hermione. It looked very morbid to him, but he didn't want to disturb Hermione. She was sitting there with her back to him. Ron wished she would just turn around!
Hermione smiled soon it would all be over. No more past, no more worry, no more fights with Ron. That's what she hated the most. It was Ron hating her. Why did everyone seem to turn their back on her when she needed them?
Hermione played with the delicate blade. It gleamed in the candle light. It was a small dagger, easy to hold. She sighed as it gently pierced the tip of her finger. She watched her blood surface. Why couldn't she feel it? Where was the pain? She was supposes to feel pain!
She began to move to her palms. The cuts still didn't feel like anything. Nothing. She felt empty. Finally she made up her mind. This was better. Nothing could stop her now. She moved the knife to her wrist. She let it hover for a moment. She pressed down and swiped. It was only a small cut, but she that was just warm up. She told herself she could do it. She had done everything else painful possible. Finally she made one clean sweep across her wrist.
Ron watched Hermione for ten minutes. Suddenly Hermione dropped to the ground. Ron decided to rush in. His heart broke in two when he saw what she had done.
"Why Hermione? Why would you do this?" Ron whispered while picking her up.
"He said I would never be loved now. I thought o had proved him wrong, but. . ." Hermione whispered. "I thought that you loved me. . ."
"Hermione talk, don't give up. I love you so much."
"No matter what?" she said barely above a whispered. "Even after all those things he did to me."
"What? What did he do to you?" "Ron, he did things. . .whips. . ."
Ron fought back tears as he ran to the Hospital Wing. He ran into the Wing knocking everything over. Madam Pomfrey came in about to yell, but stopped when she saw Hermione Granger.
"Ron Weasley! What is this?" She demanded.
"I don't know. I found her like this!" Ron put Hermione down on a bed, "Please, please just save her. It's all my fault!"
The nurse nodded, "But you should leave. Go get Dumbledore."
Ron nodded and ran to the Headmaster's office. He almost ran the old Master down on the way. "Dumbledore! Oh my God, Hermione she - I don't know why!"
"What is it?"
"She slit her wrists!"
Ron looked at Dumbledore's face. It was the first time he had ever seen the man the slightest bit scared. "Lead the way Ron."
Dumbledore had been aloud in, but Ron however had to sit outside the Hospital Wing and wait. He nearly went crazy waiting for news. He didn't attend class the next day or eat much. Ginny had visited and tried to clam down her brother, but it had proved unsuccessful.
Finally He was aloud to in, but only because Madam Pomfrey wanted to ask him some questions. He walked in slowly and looked at Hermione. She looked so pale, even more than when she was petrified in their second year. Her eyes where closed, but she still looked tired.
"Mr. Weasley," Started the nurse. "I was wondering if you knew about the scars on Miss Granger's palms and back. They look as if she has been. . .She looks like she has been struck, and very hard to leave that kind of mark."
"I did not know about them. That's why she did this. I wanted to know," Ron sat down in the chair beside her bed and held onto her cold hand, "Tell me she'll be ok, please, just say it."
"I do not know for sure, Hogwarts doesn't get a lot of cases like this."
Ron only nodded and continued to grip Hermione's hand. He only wished he could go back and accept that she would tell him eventually instead on demanding so much from her.
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A/N- Oh it's dragging on. I know!