A Note From Roxy Surfer: *Ducks the Tamatos that are being thrown at me * Ok, ok, I know it's taken a while for me to post, and I know I never warned you guys about that like a nice little author should have done, but I swear to god that my AP English teacher is out to get me and kill us all by lack of sleep. He's evil I tell you, EVIL!!!! LoL, yea but anywho's this is the next chappie and I'm going to warn you know that it might take me another week to post again but I'll try my best to post as regularly as posible, with that said, on the story!!!
Disclaimer: I tried to brew the Polyjuice Potion to become JK Rowling, but the darned thing took a month to make and then didn't even work right! I ended up quite sick and I still don't own Harry Potter!
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Chapter Six: When Angles Deserve to Die
Hermione had lain in bed, trying to sleep, but that was impossible, so she decided to move to the common room. She could not take her mind off of a green eyed boy who had broken her heart.
Everything had looked like it was going to be perfect for two and a half days, and then she found out that it never had been in the first place. He had never loved her at all.
*Why have you forsaken me?*
He had taken away her innocence and made her believe he loved her, when all he wanted to do was shack up. She could still remember the way he looked at her with such love and tenderness. How he looked like she made him so happy.
*In your eyes forsaken me?*
And it hurt to think of what she actually meant to him, just a good lay. A nice body that he could have. Another trophy to add to his shelf of god only knows how many! She was merely a prize.
*In your thoughts forsaken me?*
And he had lied about it too, he told her he loved her. Made her believe it. He could have left her after their first shag, could have hurt her gently. But no, he had to take her heart and hold and caress it for a moment before ripping it open and slashing it into pieces. Why, why did she have to love him so much?
*In your heart forsaken, me?*
And how could he take everything from her like that after she had been his friend for so long. He knew her, he knew what she wanted; knew how her mind worked and what she thought was acceptable. He knew that she would do anything for him and help him in anyway she could. Why couldn't he love her? Why didn't he?
*I don't think you trust in my, self-righteous suicide*
How could this have happened? He was so perfect, he never let her get hurt, always defended her; defended strangers. Everyone he treated justly; he even did not murder his parents' betrayer. He was a hero countless times over! How could he be so cruel?
*I cry, when angles deserve to die*
There was one thought on her mind that night, to end her pain and end it fast. She knew she would never get over the hurt inside of her. It was all over, she had loved, and been betrayed. Everything was over now. She took out a piece of paper and wrote on it:
The world is a cruel and bitter place. I have loved and lost, and I shall never love again. The world does not care for or need me, and I will be much happier not in it. To whoever finds this letter, tell my parents that I love them, and I will always be their little girl. I am sorry to those who I knew who will miss me, but I can stand this pain no longer! I want nothing more to do with life. I am through. Good-bye!
~Hermione
She reached into her robes and pulled it out: the knife; the key. It was her only way of getting out, of leaving this place. She put the cold blade against her skin and ran it lightly over her soft skin, praying for the courage to press down. And slowly, she did. And the blood poured out, warm, shiny, and red. And then she put the knife in that hand and pulled the blade over her other wrist. The pain was welcome, this pain meant it would all soon be over. She closed her eyes and fell to the floor.
(AN: if I were entirely evil I would leave it here! But well we can add on a little more I suppose, not too much grant you!)
Unable to sleep, Harry had left his dorm room and decided to take a walk. When he was about to descend the stairs, he heard a curious thud. At the bottom of the stairs, he saw what had made the thud, and his stomach flopped. *Oh god! Oh god no!*
Hermione lay on the floor, blood spilling profusely from both wrists. *Mione!* Running to her he took off his robes and tore off a sleeve. Tearing this in half he tied a piece tight around both her wrists. Would that he knew a spell to stop the flow of blood; but alas, fate was apparently not on his side. He picked up her limp body and ran to the hospital wing, trusting nothing but his own two feet to get her there fast enough.
A/N: Aww! And Harry is a hero! Three cheers for Harry! Oh! And so we don't get in trouble, Hermione's thoughts are part of a song: Chop Sewy by System of a Down, and that whole bit about running the blade across her skin praying for the courage to press down: girl interrupted. Ok with that said, hope u liked it!
ANFRS (Another Note From Roxy Surfer) : Yep, that's it kiddie's!! Please review!!! And flames are appreciated, I could use 'em to burn my evil English teacher!! Oh yeah, and check out my other stories to!! (My pride and joy is There's Something About Sammy) DON'T 4GET 2 REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: I tried to brew the Polyjuice Potion to become JK Rowling, but the darned thing took a month to make and then didn't even work right! I ended up quite sick and I still don't own Harry Potter!
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Chapter Six: When Angles Deserve to Die
Hermione had lain in bed, trying to sleep, but that was impossible, so she decided to move to the common room. She could not take her mind off of a green eyed boy who had broken her heart.
Everything had looked like it was going to be perfect for two and a half days, and then she found out that it never had been in the first place. He had never loved her at all.
*Why have you forsaken me?*
He had taken away her innocence and made her believe he loved her, when all he wanted to do was shack up. She could still remember the way he looked at her with such love and tenderness. How he looked like she made him so happy.
*In your eyes forsaken me?*
And it hurt to think of what she actually meant to him, just a good lay. A nice body that he could have. Another trophy to add to his shelf of god only knows how many! She was merely a prize.
*In your thoughts forsaken me?*
And he had lied about it too, he told her he loved her. Made her believe it. He could have left her after their first shag, could have hurt her gently. But no, he had to take her heart and hold and caress it for a moment before ripping it open and slashing it into pieces. Why, why did she have to love him so much?
*In your heart forsaken, me?*
And how could he take everything from her like that after she had been his friend for so long. He knew her, he knew what she wanted; knew how her mind worked and what she thought was acceptable. He knew that she would do anything for him and help him in anyway she could. Why couldn't he love her? Why didn't he?
*I don't think you trust in my, self-righteous suicide*
How could this have happened? He was so perfect, he never let her get hurt, always defended her; defended strangers. Everyone he treated justly; he even did not murder his parents' betrayer. He was a hero countless times over! How could he be so cruel?
*I cry, when angles deserve to die*
There was one thought on her mind that night, to end her pain and end it fast. She knew she would never get over the hurt inside of her. It was all over, she had loved, and been betrayed. Everything was over now. She took out a piece of paper and wrote on it:
The world is a cruel and bitter place. I have loved and lost, and I shall never love again. The world does not care for or need me, and I will be much happier not in it. To whoever finds this letter, tell my parents that I love them, and I will always be their little girl. I am sorry to those who I knew who will miss me, but I can stand this pain no longer! I want nothing more to do with life. I am through. Good-bye!
~Hermione
She reached into her robes and pulled it out: the knife; the key. It was her only way of getting out, of leaving this place. She put the cold blade against her skin and ran it lightly over her soft skin, praying for the courage to press down. And slowly, she did. And the blood poured out, warm, shiny, and red. And then she put the knife in that hand and pulled the blade over her other wrist. The pain was welcome, this pain meant it would all soon be over. She closed her eyes and fell to the floor.
(AN: if I were entirely evil I would leave it here! But well we can add on a little more I suppose, not too much grant you!)
Unable to sleep, Harry had left his dorm room and decided to take a walk. When he was about to descend the stairs, he heard a curious thud. At the bottom of the stairs, he saw what had made the thud, and his stomach flopped. *Oh god! Oh god no!*
Hermione lay on the floor, blood spilling profusely from both wrists. *Mione!* Running to her he took off his robes and tore off a sleeve. Tearing this in half he tied a piece tight around both her wrists. Would that he knew a spell to stop the flow of blood; but alas, fate was apparently not on his side. He picked up her limp body and ran to the hospital wing, trusting nothing but his own two feet to get her there fast enough.
A/N: Aww! And Harry is a hero! Three cheers for Harry! Oh! And so we don't get in trouble, Hermione's thoughts are part of a song: Chop Sewy by System of a Down, and that whole bit about running the blade across her skin praying for the courage to press down: girl interrupted. Ok with that said, hope u liked it!
ANFRS (Another Note From Roxy Surfer) : Yep, that's it kiddie's!! Please review!!! And flames are appreciated, I could use 'em to burn my evil English teacher!! Oh yeah, and check out my other stories to!! (My pride and joy is There's Something About Sammy) DON'T 4GET 2 REVIEW!!!