A/N: I am soo sorry I haven't written in a while. Life has been so
hectic! But here I am! Ready to update! And I am pretty sure I will use
the song in the next chapter, which will also be the last chapter. Flames
will be used to cook dinner!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the TV in my bedroom.
~*~*The Blade Sinks Deeper*~*~
Hermione felt the water pounding on her back. God, how it hurt. Everything hurt. Her back, her arms, and especially her legs. She got up slowly using the edge of the tub for support. As she stepped out of the tub, she lost her balance and fell, hitting her thigh on the tub. She was a large bruise that was forming on the inside on her leg.
She didn't cry. She never cries over pain. It doesn't faze her anymore.
Hermione got changed and walked out of the bathroom slowing looking around for any spare Slytherin boys. No one was there. She caught sight of the clock, 10:30. She had missed breakfast. At least it was Saturday.
She walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, obviously not wanting to go. As she stepped in, she saw a few first years scattered around the room.
Hermione made her way over to one of the large armchairs and settled in. Just as she curled up, she heard Harry and Ron's voices echo through the portrait hole. They weren't the first people she wanted to talk to. She tried to make herself small, but it didn't work.
"Hey Herm," Harry said. It was that damned pet name again. "Where have you been," Ron asked"
Hermione didn't want to speak; afraid her voice might show the pain and hurt hiding inside. She shrugged.
"Why don't you talk to us anymore?" Harry said. She shrugged again. He made a frustrated look. Ron took a seat in the armchair next to her and Harry studied her.
She used the robes to cover her bruising and scars. But this time it didn't work.
"HERMIONE! What happened to you!?" Harry had noticed her purple arm.
She grabbed her sleeve and covered arm, shaking her head.
"You're lying! Who did it to you?" Ron said, now noticing what they were talking about. She shook her head again.
"Hermione, tell us. We're your best friends, and we are completely trust worthy, you know it." Harry said, always the hero, the mature one. She shook her head continuously. Hermione felt the tears coming to her eyes.
As they flowed freely down her cheeks for the second time today, she got up and ran. She ran out of the common room, out of the school, and down to the lake. She found a rock there, and curled up against it, crying to herself.
She had tried praying before, but religion wasn't her strong point anymore. God was unavailable to her. He was like the off-limit candy that always sat on the counter taunting you as a child. Except God would always be off-limit to Hermione.
She sat there for an hour or two, before heading back to the castle.
* * *
He was in a dark hallway. Hermione was trying to hide from everyone and fait happened to lead her to that hallway. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shadows. His blonde hair falling onto his soft cheek. He was adorable, any girl would say it. But he was evil, pure evil.
He kissed her, forcing entry into her mouth with his tongue almost instantly. Hermione knew what was coming, and there was no way to fight it anymore.
So she just went with it. But the world be damned if she was going to let it be any good. He didn't have normal, vaginal sex with her. But forced her to give him head in the dark hallway.
In the end, he slapped her three times. Yelled at her, saying how she was a worthless bitch and only good for a fuck. And walked away, without anything.
Hermione sat there on the cold, cobblestone floor. And for once, she began to think Draco Malfoy was right. She believed she was worthless, and was only good for a fuck in a dark hallway. Hermione decided that if no one was going to see her as a person. She wouldn't give them a reason to see her at all.
* * *
She took the knife in her hand and looked at it as her one savior.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Ok, ok. I know what you are thinking. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GIRL DOING!?!? LEAVING THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT!!!" But I have my reasons. See, now you are going to be forced to come back and finish reading! He he he! I am evil! REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the TV in my bedroom.
~*~*The Blade Sinks Deeper*~*~
Hermione felt the water pounding on her back. God, how it hurt. Everything hurt. Her back, her arms, and especially her legs. She got up slowly using the edge of the tub for support. As she stepped out of the tub, she lost her balance and fell, hitting her thigh on the tub. She was a large bruise that was forming on the inside on her leg.
She didn't cry. She never cries over pain. It doesn't faze her anymore.
Hermione got changed and walked out of the bathroom slowing looking around for any spare Slytherin boys. No one was there. She caught sight of the clock, 10:30. She had missed breakfast. At least it was Saturday.
She walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, obviously not wanting to go. As she stepped in, she saw a few first years scattered around the room.
Hermione made her way over to one of the large armchairs and settled in. Just as she curled up, she heard Harry and Ron's voices echo through the portrait hole. They weren't the first people she wanted to talk to. She tried to make herself small, but it didn't work.
"Hey Herm," Harry said. It was that damned pet name again. "Where have you been," Ron asked"
Hermione didn't want to speak; afraid her voice might show the pain and hurt hiding inside. She shrugged.
"Why don't you talk to us anymore?" Harry said. She shrugged again. He made a frustrated look. Ron took a seat in the armchair next to her and Harry studied her.
She used the robes to cover her bruising and scars. But this time it didn't work.
"HERMIONE! What happened to you!?" Harry had noticed her purple arm.
She grabbed her sleeve and covered arm, shaking her head.
"You're lying! Who did it to you?" Ron said, now noticing what they were talking about. She shook her head again.
"Hermione, tell us. We're your best friends, and we are completely trust worthy, you know it." Harry said, always the hero, the mature one. She shook her head continuously. Hermione felt the tears coming to her eyes.
As they flowed freely down her cheeks for the second time today, she got up and ran. She ran out of the common room, out of the school, and down to the lake. She found a rock there, and curled up against it, crying to herself.
She had tried praying before, but religion wasn't her strong point anymore. God was unavailable to her. He was like the off-limit candy that always sat on the counter taunting you as a child. Except God would always be off-limit to Hermione.
She sat there for an hour or two, before heading back to the castle.
* * *
He was in a dark hallway. Hermione was trying to hide from everyone and fait happened to lead her to that hallway. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shadows. His blonde hair falling onto his soft cheek. He was adorable, any girl would say it. But he was evil, pure evil.
He kissed her, forcing entry into her mouth with his tongue almost instantly. Hermione knew what was coming, and there was no way to fight it anymore.
So she just went with it. But the world be damned if she was going to let it be any good. He didn't have normal, vaginal sex with her. But forced her to give him head in the dark hallway.
In the end, he slapped her three times. Yelled at her, saying how she was a worthless bitch and only good for a fuck. And walked away, without anything.
Hermione sat there on the cold, cobblestone floor. And for once, she began to think Draco Malfoy was right. She believed she was worthless, and was only good for a fuck in a dark hallway. Hermione decided that if no one was going to see her as a person. She wouldn't give them a reason to see her at all.
* * *
She took the knife in her hand and looked at it as her one savior.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Ok, ok. I know what you are thinking. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GIRL DOING!?!? LEAVING THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT!!!" But I have my reasons. See, now you are going to be forced to come back and finish reading! He he he! I am evil! REVIEW!