BTW: *** means either time has passed or it's a different scene of the
story.
Hermione sat on her bed the next morning, sobbing uncontrollably. She felt so dirty and used, her willingness to live extinguished. She felt her life was worthless. After she had cried until she felt she would collapse from emotional exhaustion, she dragged herself to the bathroom.
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In another part of Hogwarts, Ron and Harry were in Transfiguration. Their class were turning frogs into goblets. "It's not like Hermione to skip a class," Ron said anxiously, wringing his hands.
"Maybe she overslept," Harry offered, distracted by trying to keep his frog to stay still, and contemplating using a freezing charm while Professor McGonaggal wasn't looking.
"Something's wrong," he continued as if he hadn't heard Harry, "I can feel it," He stood up. "I'm going to ask McGonaggal if I can go to the bathroom, and quickly run to her room,"
Harry nodded at this proposition and replied, "That's a good idea, but she probably won't let you go, you know how she is," Ignoring Harry yet again, Ron began to walk up to the front of the class, when havoc broke loose. Lavender Brown's frog had suddenly jumped down her robes, and she was shrieking and writhing like she was on fire. Many guys began to laugh, Ron would have, but he saw this as a perfect opportunity. While McGonaggal was distracted, he asked if he could go to the bathroom. She waved at him with one hand, trying to calm Lavender down, and not actually hearing what he asked. He bolted before she had a chance to change her mind.
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Hermione was crouched in the corner of her shower, fully clothed. Warm water run over her body, but she was shivering. She wanted this feeling to end, this horrible feeling of misery and worthlessness. She didn't want to live. Her eyes fell on her razor. She stared at it for a whole minute and slowly reached for it, as if it was a frightened animal and any sudden movement would cause it to panic and escape. She pulled back the sleeve of her sodden robe to reveal her wrist, and raised the razor above her head. At that second Ron burst in, a scene he never expected to see met his eyes. Hermione, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes, from the shower, fully clothed, holding a razor above her bare wrist. "NO!" he screamed, and in a split second had leapt across the room like his feet had sprouted wings, flung the shower screen ajar and snatched the razor from her grasp. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU"RE DOING??" he bellowed hysterically. Hermione burst into a fresh wave of tears, and looked at Ron like a child would look at a parent after being scolded. Ron felt so rotten that he could have kicked himself. "Hermione.shh..I didn't mean it Hermione..I'm sorry..you scared the heck out of me.." He said while he took her in her arms, "I'll take you to Madame Pomfrey..you're not well.." And with that he carried this usually strong girl, now as fragile as a china rose, to the hospital wing.
Hermione sat on her bed the next morning, sobbing uncontrollably. She felt so dirty and used, her willingness to live extinguished. She felt her life was worthless. After she had cried until she felt she would collapse from emotional exhaustion, she dragged herself to the bathroom.
* * * * * * * * * *
In another part of Hogwarts, Ron and Harry were in Transfiguration. Their class were turning frogs into goblets. "It's not like Hermione to skip a class," Ron said anxiously, wringing his hands.
"Maybe she overslept," Harry offered, distracted by trying to keep his frog to stay still, and contemplating using a freezing charm while Professor McGonaggal wasn't looking.
"Something's wrong," he continued as if he hadn't heard Harry, "I can feel it," He stood up. "I'm going to ask McGonaggal if I can go to the bathroom, and quickly run to her room,"
Harry nodded at this proposition and replied, "That's a good idea, but she probably won't let you go, you know how she is," Ignoring Harry yet again, Ron began to walk up to the front of the class, when havoc broke loose. Lavender Brown's frog had suddenly jumped down her robes, and she was shrieking and writhing like she was on fire. Many guys began to laugh, Ron would have, but he saw this as a perfect opportunity. While McGonaggal was distracted, he asked if he could go to the bathroom. She waved at him with one hand, trying to calm Lavender down, and not actually hearing what he asked. He bolted before she had a chance to change her mind.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione was crouched in the corner of her shower, fully clothed. Warm water run over her body, but she was shivering. She wanted this feeling to end, this horrible feeling of misery and worthlessness. She didn't want to live. Her eyes fell on her razor. She stared at it for a whole minute and slowly reached for it, as if it was a frightened animal and any sudden movement would cause it to panic and escape. She pulled back the sleeve of her sodden robe to reveal her wrist, and raised the razor above her head. At that second Ron burst in, a scene he never expected to see met his eyes. Hermione, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes, from the shower, fully clothed, holding a razor above her bare wrist. "NO!" he screamed, and in a split second had leapt across the room like his feet had sprouted wings, flung the shower screen ajar and snatched the razor from her grasp. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU"RE DOING??" he bellowed hysterically. Hermione burst into a fresh wave of tears, and looked at Ron like a child would look at a parent after being scolded. Ron felt so rotten that he could have kicked himself. "Hermione.shh..I didn't mean it Hermione..I'm sorry..you scared the heck out of me.." He said while he took her in her arms, "I'll take you to Madame Pomfrey..you're not well.." And with that he carried this usually strong girl, now as fragile as a china rose, to the hospital wing.