Ginny's View-Attempt #2
I didn't think I heard the fifth year dormitory door open, which meant Hermione was spending another late night in the common room. . .again. She got worse every day. I felt so guilty. I knew it was because I date Harry. I felt so guilty. I told Harry how I felt, and tried to break up with him, but he said Hermione was just going through a tough spot, and we needed to be supportive. If we broke up it would make her feel guilty. I think two thirds of that was true, but one third because he. . .he really loves me. I still couldn't hear anything in the hallways. I was always scared she'd do something when no one was around, like in the middle of the night. Her first attempt felt more like a warning, especially compared to her second one.
We were walking down the hall when Dobby magically appeared in front of us with a misty puff of smoke.
"Dobby! Hey! You scared me." Harry said. Dobby looked tragic.
"Whoa, it's ok, Dobby, really."
"No! Harry Potter sir. Mrs. Weasley. Come quick! Miss Granger! She in trouble! Come quick sir! Missus! Come to the kitchens!" We exchanged a look and ran through the hidden ways to the kitchen. We got in and Hermione was shaking, holding a knife in her hand, and about to thrust it into her chest. Winky, Ron, and Professor McGonagall appeared in the other door.
"HERMIONE!" We shouted. You could also hear, "MS. GRANGER!" From McGonagall. Ron rushed up to her.
"'Mione, what. . .put that down!" He said taking hold of the handle of the blade. It cut a little into her skin, and three small drops of blood fell down her chest. Ron saw it and went pale. I had suspicions about his feelings towards her, but never, ever voiced them. A small house elf walked up to her leg.
"Missus, missus, please, these people don't want no one getting hurt, don't hurt yourself, come on." She turned her attention to it, and let her guard down. Ron slipped the knife from her hand, which was abnormally weak, and handed it to McGonagall. He was still white, and now shaking. He still turned to her. He hugged her, abnormally tight.
"Hermione! Again! Why?"
"I. . .well. . .I'm sorry guys. . .really." He hugged her, and Harry and I did too.
"You gonna be ok 'Mione? I need you here!" I told her, smiling at her faintly. She managed a laugh, but I knew it was genuine. She was beginning to like me. Progress. I thought to myself.
"Ms. Granger. . .what do you mean. . .'again'?" We all looked at her. We didn't want to explain. It would be tough.
So ever since I had been trying to get 'Mione a little better, but her latest attempt, while showing moderate improvement, seemed that the amount of pain she showed outweighed improvement.
A/N-So what do you think? My friend liked it! I know 'Mione's pretty out of character, but hey! I've got a few more chapters, I think. . .
I didn't think I heard the fifth year dormitory door open, which meant Hermione was spending another late night in the common room. . .again. She got worse every day. I felt so guilty. I knew it was because I date Harry. I felt so guilty. I told Harry how I felt, and tried to break up with him, but he said Hermione was just going through a tough spot, and we needed to be supportive. If we broke up it would make her feel guilty. I think two thirds of that was true, but one third because he. . .he really loves me. I still couldn't hear anything in the hallways. I was always scared she'd do something when no one was around, like in the middle of the night. Her first attempt felt more like a warning, especially compared to her second one.
We were walking down the hall when Dobby magically appeared in front of us with a misty puff of smoke.
"Dobby! Hey! You scared me." Harry said. Dobby looked tragic.
"Whoa, it's ok, Dobby, really."
"No! Harry Potter sir. Mrs. Weasley. Come quick! Miss Granger! She in trouble! Come quick sir! Missus! Come to the kitchens!" We exchanged a look and ran through the hidden ways to the kitchen. We got in and Hermione was shaking, holding a knife in her hand, and about to thrust it into her chest. Winky, Ron, and Professor McGonagall appeared in the other door.
"HERMIONE!" We shouted. You could also hear, "MS. GRANGER!" From McGonagall. Ron rushed up to her.
"'Mione, what. . .put that down!" He said taking hold of the handle of the blade. It cut a little into her skin, and three small drops of blood fell down her chest. Ron saw it and went pale. I had suspicions about his feelings towards her, but never, ever voiced them. A small house elf walked up to her leg.
"Missus, missus, please, these people don't want no one getting hurt, don't hurt yourself, come on." She turned her attention to it, and let her guard down. Ron slipped the knife from her hand, which was abnormally weak, and handed it to McGonagall. He was still white, and now shaking. He still turned to her. He hugged her, abnormally tight.
"Hermione! Again! Why?"
"I. . .well. . .I'm sorry guys. . .really." He hugged her, and Harry and I did too.
"You gonna be ok 'Mione? I need you here!" I told her, smiling at her faintly. She managed a laugh, but I knew it was genuine. She was beginning to like me. Progress. I thought to myself.
"Ms. Granger. . .what do you mean. . .'again'?" We all looked at her. We didn't want to explain. It would be tough.
So ever since I had been trying to get 'Mione a little better, but her latest attempt, while showing moderate improvement, seemed that the amount of pain she showed outweighed improvement.
A/N-So what do you think? My friend liked it! I know 'Mione's pretty out of character, but hey! I've got a few more chapters, I think. . .