Thanks for all the reviews. Your right charmed lassie. I do take liberties
in fan fiction :P That's why its fan fiction and not the actual books. I
guess I should put an explanation in though. Smoking is a relaxant, it
calms your entire body, and helps clear your mind. It is a mind altering
drug, despite what people say. You just feel so clear of whatever's
bothering you. Harry has gone through so much shit, I don't see how he
doesn't have SOMETHING to help him through it all. Lordie, with my ability
to cope with stress, if I went through all that I would be a drug addicted
manic in St Mungos by now. So I figured I would give him something to help
the poor boy out. A smoke once in a while wont hurt him. Besides im sure
the magical word has some way of removing tar from your lungs. He probably
drinks some sort of elixir to keep up his lung capacity. Leave him alone
with addictions! LoL :P
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Chapter Four
What are you supposed to do when you love someone so much you think you might die because of it?
Harry's question rang in Ginny's head the rest of the train ride, as the two of them finished off a pack of smokes, and walked back in the train. It followed her the rest of the train ride, and during the ride to Hogwarts, as the thestrals carried them gracefully to the castle. She walked into the Great Hall, sitting down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione followed her close behind, sitting across her at the table, accompanied by Harry, Neville, and Luna. Ron was no where to be found. Hermione noticed this, and looked farther down the table where he was flirting shamelessly with Lavender. She wasn't jealous, but his absence cut her deep. She scanned the staff table, her eyes falling on Hagrid. He waved at her merrily, which only saddened her more. Yet another person to tell, and face rejection. It could have been worse she tried to tell herself... It was only Ron who didn't approve. This didn't improve her mood. She heard a high pitched laugh from the other side of the table and saw Lavender giggling at something Ron was saying. Ron caught Hermione's tear filled eyes, and glared at her, before returning his attentions on Lavender. Hermione excused herself from the table, and walked to the Dormitory. As a prefect she already knew the passwords, and figured she would leave it to Ron to assist the first years this year.
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I watched the exchange of glances between my intolerant brother and the praised object of my dreams. When I saw her face crumple and her dark bistre eyes fill will tears, I was filled with so many emotions at once I didn't know how to cope with them. Love for Hermione, pity, sadness, and hatred and anger directed at my brother, but a strange type of sisterly love and empathy. I knew how it was to be forever denied the one you desired. I glanced up at the head's table, and took off running after Hermione.
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(Strawberry Gashes – Jack Off Jill)
Ginny saw Hermione run through the portrait hole and ran to get in before it swung shut. Hermione ran up to her room, Ginny following, quietly now, behind. Hermione sat down on her bed, tears in her eyes.
Turn her over
A candle is lit, I see through her
Blow it out and save all her ashes for me
Hermione went over to her trunk, brought up previously by the Hogwarts House Elves. Shifting through her trunk, her fingers clutched around a shinny metal object. Ginny didn't understand... what would she want with a knife. Hermione rolled up her sleeves of her robes and tucked them up so they wouldn't fall down as she walked over to the window, and sat down on the little alcove, her body facing Ginny. Her tears were now staining her school robes. Ginny wondered briefly why she was wearing long sleeves under her robes. Wouldn't she be hot under all those layers? She continued watching through the crack off the door, as Hermione tenderly peeled off her long black sleeves. Ginny blanched and wavered, attempting not to make any audible noise.
Curse me sold her
The poison that runs it's course through her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
Hermione was sitting quietly in her room, crying. The others wouldn't be up for another two hours at least. The speeches hadn't even started, the eating hadn't commenced, people were still greeting old friends. She had time enough for what she needed to do. Attempting to see through her tears, she searched through her trunk to the hidden side board where she found her blade. She grinned a sick grin, tears still streaming, and sat down on the boards near the window. She rolled up her sleeves, she hated the feel of fabric on her skin, and it burnt. She then pulled off her long black sleeves that she always wore, and laid them down neatly beside her.
Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over
Ginny stared, transfixed at Hermione's arms, her pale white skin, lacerated and scarred. She watched Hermione; tears dry now, pierce her tender skin with the sharpened blade. Her eyes dried up, and her face showed no sign of pain. The tears Hermione were unable now to shed, appeared in Ginny's eyes, as she watched this graceful, intelligent creature, disfigure her long elegant arms. Hermione now apparently finished with a series of small cuts, began to work on one over and over. Drops of blood began to well, until the red poison began to flow more freely. Soon, Hermione began to smile, as blood seeped over onto her robes. Ginny didn't know what to make of this... she seemed so calm, so at peace, as her right hand quickly cut deeper and deeper into her arms. She pushed slightly one the door, and squeaked in surprise as the door let out a groan.
Called her over
and asked her if she was improving
She said "feels fine" it's wonderful wonderful here
Hermione gasped, and dropped her blade, reaching for her wand, staring in terror at the door.
Hex me told her
I dreamt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
Ginny attempted to blend into the shadows behind the door, and heard a quickly uttered cleaning charm, and hurried footsteps.
Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over
I walked over to the door, fear pounding through my body. Who the hell was watching me? What would they think, a prefect, the student with the highest GPA, the prime candidate for head girl, Harry Potter's best friend, slashing herself alone in her room? Who dared to invade my privacy. Fear ebbed away and was converted into anger, as I hurriedly pulled my robes over my arms, and muttered a quick cleaning charm, before walking across the room.
I lay quiet
waiting for her voice to say
"Some things you lose and some things you just give away"
My heart pounded. What would Hermione think, me watching her as she mutilated herself, something she obviously didn't want anyone to know about. Something she would be very upset at should someone find her there. Excuses ran through my mind as she wrenched the door all the way open.
Scold me failed her
If only I'd held on tighter to her
Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me
"Ginny this isn't what it looks like I swear...I ... WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING WATCHING ME?" I stuttered...words were at a loss for me. What could you possibly say in a situation like this? "Sorry. I see you are busy dragging knives through your flesh. Shall I come back at a more convenient time?" What the hell was I supposed to do? Hermione was glaring at me, daggers in her eyes. I didn't know someone could be capable of such anger. I was actually terrified, scared of what she might do. "Hermione I was just..I was worried...I thought"
Watch me lose her
It's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me
She stuttered as she tried to think of what to say. She obviously saw what I was doing, I could see it in her face. "Hermione I was just...I was worried...I thought.." she stuttered. "Hermione I love you." She gasped, then brought her hands up to her mouth in shock.
Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
With strawberry gashes all over all over me
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Chapter Four
What are you supposed to do when you love someone so much you think you might die because of it?
Harry's question rang in Ginny's head the rest of the train ride, as the two of them finished off a pack of smokes, and walked back in the train. It followed her the rest of the train ride, and during the ride to Hogwarts, as the thestrals carried them gracefully to the castle. She walked into the Great Hall, sitting down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione followed her close behind, sitting across her at the table, accompanied by Harry, Neville, and Luna. Ron was no where to be found. Hermione noticed this, and looked farther down the table where he was flirting shamelessly with Lavender. She wasn't jealous, but his absence cut her deep. She scanned the staff table, her eyes falling on Hagrid. He waved at her merrily, which only saddened her more. Yet another person to tell, and face rejection. It could have been worse she tried to tell herself... It was only Ron who didn't approve. This didn't improve her mood. She heard a high pitched laugh from the other side of the table and saw Lavender giggling at something Ron was saying. Ron caught Hermione's tear filled eyes, and glared at her, before returning his attentions on Lavender. Hermione excused herself from the table, and walked to the Dormitory. As a prefect she already knew the passwords, and figured she would leave it to Ron to assist the first years this year.
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I watched the exchange of glances between my intolerant brother and the praised object of my dreams. When I saw her face crumple and her dark bistre eyes fill will tears, I was filled with so many emotions at once I didn't know how to cope with them. Love for Hermione, pity, sadness, and hatred and anger directed at my brother, but a strange type of sisterly love and empathy. I knew how it was to be forever denied the one you desired. I glanced up at the head's table, and took off running after Hermione.
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(Strawberry Gashes – Jack Off Jill)
Ginny saw Hermione run through the portrait hole and ran to get in before it swung shut. Hermione ran up to her room, Ginny following, quietly now, behind. Hermione sat down on her bed, tears in her eyes.
Turn her over
A candle is lit, I see through her
Blow it out and save all her ashes for me
Hermione went over to her trunk, brought up previously by the Hogwarts House Elves. Shifting through her trunk, her fingers clutched around a shinny metal object. Ginny didn't understand... what would she want with a knife. Hermione rolled up her sleeves of her robes and tucked them up so they wouldn't fall down as she walked over to the window, and sat down on the little alcove, her body facing Ginny. Her tears were now staining her school robes. Ginny wondered briefly why she was wearing long sleeves under her robes. Wouldn't she be hot under all those layers? She continued watching through the crack off the door, as Hermione tenderly peeled off her long black sleeves. Ginny blanched and wavered, attempting not to make any audible noise.
Curse me sold her
The poison that runs it's course through her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
Hermione was sitting quietly in her room, crying. The others wouldn't be up for another two hours at least. The speeches hadn't even started, the eating hadn't commenced, people were still greeting old friends. She had time enough for what she needed to do. Attempting to see through her tears, she searched through her trunk to the hidden side board where she found her blade. She grinned a sick grin, tears still streaming, and sat down on the boards near the window. She rolled up her sleeves, she hated the feel of fabric on her skin, and it burnt. She then pulled off her long black sleeves that she always wore, and laid them down neatly beside her.
Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over
Ginny stared, transfixed at Hermione's arms, her pale white skin, lacerated and scarred. She watched Hermione; tears dry now, pierce her tender skin with the sharpened blade. Her eyes dried up, and her face showed no sign of pain. The tears Hermione were unable now to shed, appeared in Ginny's eyes, as she watched this graceful, intelligent creature, disfigure her long elegant arms. Hermione now apparently finished with a series of small cuts, began to work on one over and over. Drops of blood began to well, until the red poison began to flow more freely. Soon, Hermione began to smile, as blood seeped over onto her robes. Ginny didn't know what to make of this... she seemed so calm, so at peace, as her right hand quickly cut deeper and deeper into her arms. She pushed slightly one the door, and squeaked in surprise as the door let out a groan.
Called her over
and asked her if she was improving
She said "feels fine" it's wonderful wonderful here
Hermione gasped, and dropped her blade, reaching for her wand, staring in terror at the door.
Hex me told her
I dreamt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
Ginny attempted to blend into the shadows behind the door, and heard a quickly uttered cleaning charm, and hurried footsteps.
Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over
I walked over to the door, fear pounding through my body. Who the hell was watching me? What would they think, a prefect, the student with the highest GPA, the prime candidate for head girl, Harry Potter's best friend, slashing herself alone in her room? Who dared to invade my privacy. Fear ebbed away and was converted into anger, as I hurriedly pulled my robes over my arms, and muttered a quick cleaning charm, before walking across the room.
I lay quiet
waiting for her voice to say
"Some things you lose and some things you just give away"
My heart pounded. What would Hermione think, me watching her as she mutilated herself, something she obviously didn't want anyone to know about. Something she would be very upset at should someone find her there. Excuses ran through my mind as she wrenched the door all the way open.
Scold me failed her
If only I'd held on tighter to her
Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me
"Ginny this isn't what it looks like I swear...I ... WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING WATCHING ME?" I stuttered...words were at a loss for me. What could you possibly say in a situation like this? "Sorry. I see you are busy dragging knives through your flesh. Shall I come back at a more convenient time?" What the hell was I supposed to do? Hermione was glaring at me, daggers in her eyes. I didn't know someone could be capable of such anger. I was actually terrified, scared of what she might do. "Hermione I was just..I was worried...I thought"
Watch me lose her
It's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me
She stuttered as she tried to think of what to say. She obviously saw what I was doing, I could see it in her face. "Hermione I was just...I was worried...I thought.." she stuttered. "Hermione I love you." She gasped, then brought her hands up to her mouth in shock.
Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
With strawberry gashes all over all over me