Hermione paced back and forth within her bedroom, attempting to work out
how to tell her parents. Hell, not just her parents. What about Harry...and
Ron....or her other friends at school?
"No!" she exclaimed aloud.
Why should she have to tell anyone? She had gotten through this many years without saying a word....but then she remembered Viktor's words and went back to read his letter.
Dearest Hermione, I have been much thinking about what you have written to me. Despite what you say, I believe still that you are amazing girl, and very very beautiful. I wish you much luck in confronting your friends and family. Love Always Viktor
She sighed loudly, and then in an act utterly uncharacteristic to her, she tore up the letter and with her feet sent flying a large pile of text books. The pain that seared through her toes and then her foot only increased her anger. Confusing thoughts and words filled her mind which she attempted to erase, pulling at her hair.
"Its not fair, its not bloody fair!" the auburn haired beauty vented, as she crumpled into a pile on the floor and burst into strangled sobs. No one could understand her, she knew this. Even if she hadn't dated Viktor, even if she told them years ago, even if she showed them, right up in their faces. No, she would have to keep this secret, deep in her belly, gnawing away at her insides, feeding her depression. With one last stifled cry, she pulled herself into bed and reached for the knife, on the bed side table, encrusted with dried blood. Sitting – half under the covers – she began to begin her nightly ritual of cutting deep into the flesh on her left arm.
"No!" she exclaimed aloud.
Why should she have to tell anyone? She had gotten through this many years without saying a word....but then she remembered Viktor's words and went back to read his letter.
Dearest Hermione, I have been much thinking about what you have written to me. Despite what you say, I believe still that you are amazing girl, and very very beautiful. I wish you much luck in confronting your friends and family. Love Always Viktor
She sighed loudly, and then in an act utterly uncharacteristic to her, she tore up the letter and with her feet sent flying a large pile of text books. The pain that seared through her toes and then her foot only increased her anger. Confusing thoughts and words filled her mind which she attempted to erase, pulling at her hair.
"Its not fair, its not bloody fair!" the auburn haired beauty vented, as she crumpled into a pile on the floor and burst into strangled sobs. No one could understand her, she knew this. Even if she hadn't dated Viktor, even if she told them years ago, even if she showed them, right up in their faces. No, she would have to keep this secret, deep in her belly, gnawing away at her insides, feeding her depression. With one last stifled cry, she pulled herself into bed and reached for the knife, on the bed side table, encrusted with dried blood. Sitting – half under the covers – she began to begin her nightly ritual of cutting deep into the flesh on her left arm.