Disclaimer: Credit goes to JK Rowling...(and a few other companies, people, etc. who probably own a little bit of The Boy Who Lived...)
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Nine - Finding The Old Letter
When Ron got up to the Common Room the first people he saw where Harry and Hermione. He had obviously missed whatever happened during the time that he and Malfoy were fighting, and Ron also didn't notice that Harry had had his hand on Hermione's thigh.
"Hermione I need to talk to you...in private..." Ron breathed. Hermione stood up and made a motion for Ron to follow him up to the girl's dorms.
When they were alone in the dorms, Ron closed the door and locked it quickly.
"Hermione...I have to finish what I was going to say..." Ron blurted, not thinking about how he's gonna say it.
"Alright...go ahead..." Hermione nodded, not taking her eyes of Ron's.
"Well...Hermione...I...I..."
"Yes...?" Hermione said politely.
"I...I love you."
Hermione sat there shocked. "But...but...you...you can't."
"Well, why can't I?"
"Think about what you're saying!"
"Yeah...I've thought about it a lot..."
"No! You don't get it!"
"Your right, I don't Hermione, so then explain it to me." Ron was starting to feel hurt.
"Just think about what you're saying! You don't mean it and I know you don't!"
"Hermione--"
Hermione interrupted. "Ron don't do this!" She began to tear up.
"What...do what? Don't...don't cry..." Ron stuttered, feeling as if he wanted to cry as well.
Hermione moaned. "Damn you Ron, why?!" Ron just sat there gaping like a fish, not knowing what to say.
"I've liked...maybe loved you forever...ever since 2nd year." Hermione began. "I was positive you didn't like me though..."
Ron interrupted, "but I..."
"Shh...let me explain." Hermione stopped him. "So I started liking Harry, but he was so head over heels about Cho...and we all know that deep down he liked Ginny...I stopped liking him...and I began to like Draco...but, you know how that ended up tonight..." Hermione paused.
"So when Ginny came up to me tonight, she told me that she asked Harry out. But Harry said no because he still liked me...so I came back up to the Common Room and talked with Harry and...and..." Hermione couldn't say the rest.
"And...and wha?" Ron asked, on the verge of tears.
"And...and...he asked me out...and...and...I said....I said..." Hermione sobbed.
"Yes?" Ron guessed her answer. Hermione open her mouth to get the words out but all she could get out were sobs...so instead she just nodded "yes."
Ron shed a single tear. He wiped it away quickly, hoping Hermione hadn't noticed, but she did, and it made her weep even harder.
Ron stood up and looked down at Hermione. "I regret telling you that I love you...because I don't. Thank you for forcing me to see the truth...goodbye Hermione." Ron said in a forcibly distant tone. He walked out of the girl's dorms and slammed the door, making a portrait fall off the wall and the glass covering it shattered.
Hermione watched Ron slam the door, watched the portrait fall, and watched the glass fall into a thousand pieces. Then she noticed that there was a piece of paper taped to the back of the portrait. She stood up, picked up the paper and unfolded it. It was a letter, a note...to herself.
........
Hermione had written this letter a long time ago, back in 3rd year. She read the words on the parchment slowly, having a hard time reading it since the paper was stained with tears and blood. It had said:
To whom it may concern,
Tonight will be the last night I am alive. I wish I could explain, but I don't need your pity. You just need to understand why I did this. Ron...he did it, he was the one to do it to me. It's all his fault anyways. He might as well be the one to hold the dagger that will pierce my lonely, worthless, broken heart. I don't need to go into any great details...but I'll just say that I loved him, that's right, love...not that it matters now...I'll be dead in a little while. I'm sure that no one will care that I'm gone...the world is better off without me. Goodbye...
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
Hermione had completely forgotten about that night. It had been the first and only time that she had ever cut her wrists. She could barely remember that night because she had blacked out right after she had realized what she had done.
That night...she went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and wrote the note. After she wrote the note, she took the dagger that she had found in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and put it up to her chest. She was about to pierce her heart when she came to her senses. She didn't really want to kill herself, she just wanted to rid the pain. So she put the dagger on her left wrist and slowly slit it across her veins. The blood ran like a river, Hermione remembered. She drifted in and out of consciousness that night. She barely remembered someone finding her and asking her what she had done...she barely remembered making the person swear not to tell a single soul...she barely remembered the person carrying her to the hospital wing and helping her stay alive...she barely remembered this person being none other than Draco Malfoy...
Hermione looked up from reading the old letter, tears rushing down her face. She jumped backwards, dropping the letter, seeing someone standing in the doorway.
"What's that?" The person said, pointing at the letter. "What's going on?" the person asked. Hermione was looking into the eyes of her new boyfriend...Harry...
"It's nothing..." Hermione answered quickly, grabbing the letter and folding it back up.
"Oh...alright..." Harry confused, "I just came up here to tell you goodnight...I'm going to bed."
"Ok...'night!" Hermione replied nervously. Harry slowly turned and left the dorms, leaving Hermione sitting there all alone.
Hermione remained sitting there for a while, holding the letter in her outstretched hand. She took out her wand and was about to perform a spell to put the glass back together when a sudden thought formed in her mind. She stood up, grabbed a rather large piece of sharp glass and put it in her pocket.
She made her way out of the dorms and began running down the stairs when she bumped into the girls on the way. Hermione muttered her quick apologies to Lavender, Parvati and Ginny. Hermione avoided Ginny's eye, but immediately noticed that Ginny had been crying. Hermione was guessing it was because of Harry and Hermione.
Hermione made sure that everyone was in their dorms and no one was left in the Common Room. She snuck out of the portrait hole and made her way silently down the halls. She finally got to her destination...Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Hello?" Hermione asked upon arriving to the bathroom. She felt relieved when she heard her voice echoing and there was no response. "Good...nobody needs to see me this way." Hermione thought to herself. "I don't want some stupid ghost moaning and whining in my ear anyways."
She walked over to a sink and turned the hot water on full blast. She put her hands under the rushing water and screamed at the pain, it was so hot. She pulled her hands out and surveyed the damage she had done. Not enough...they had only turned pink and stung just a little. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and criticized what she saw. She didn't like it in the least. She put her hand into her pocket and grabbed the piece of glass. She looked back into the mirror and whispered, "I only deserve it..."
She looked at her left wrist and rubbed the scar from her first cutting. Hermione put the glass up to the old scar and slowly, pushed it into her skin. She closed her eyes tight, hoping it was all a dream...a nightmare... Then she felt it sting. She opened her eyes and watched the blood flow onto her baby blue dress robes which she was still wearing from the Ball. The red blood blossomed on her sleeve and glistened in the candlelight.
Then she heard footsteps; someone was coming. She suddenly realized that the water was still running and was louder than ever.
"Bloody hell!" someone yelled, seeing Hermione in the bathroom. "Damn it, Granger I thought we went through this years ago!" It was Draco Malfoy...
Hermione dropped the piece of glass she was holding in her right hand and she just stood there, her outstretched left arm dripping blood onto the floor.
"Hermione...?" Draco asked seeing the glazed look in her eyes.
Hermione just sighed and crumpled to the floor with a soft thud.
........
A/N: Please Review!
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Nine - Finding The Old Letter
When Ron got up to the Common Room the first people he saw where Harry and Hermione. He had obviously missed whatever happened during the time that he and Malfoy were fighting, and Ron also didn't notice that Harry had had his hand on Hermione's thigh.
"Hermione I need to talk to you...in private..." Ron breathed. Hermione stood up and made a motion for Ron to follow him up to the girl's dorms.
When they were alone in the dorms, Ron closed the door and locked it quickly.
"Hermione...I have to finish what I was going to say..." Ron blurted, not thinking about how he's gonna say it.
"Alright...go ahead..." Hermione nodded, not taking her eyes of Ron's.
"Well...Hermione...I...I..."
"Yes...?" Hermione said politely.
"I...I love you."
Hermione sat there shocked. "But...but...you...you can't."
"Well, why can't I?"
"Think about what you're saying!"
"Yeah...I've thought about it a lot..."
"No! You don't get it!"
"Your right, I don't Hermione, so then explain it to me." Ron was starting to feel hurt.
"Just think about what you're saying! You don't mean it and I know you don't!"
"Hermione--"
Hermione interrupted. "Ron don't do this!" She began to tear up.
"What...do what? Don't...don't cry..." Ron stuttered, feeling as if he wanted to cry as well.
Hermione moaned. "Damn you Ron, why?!" Ron just sat there gaping like a fish, not knowing what to say.
"I've liked...maybe loved you forever...ever since 2nd year." Hermione began. "I was positive you didn't like me though..."
Ron interrupted, "but I..."
"Shh...let me explain." Hermione stopped him. "So I started liking Harry, but he was so head over heels about Cho...and we all know that deep down he liked Ginny...I stopped liking him...and I began to like Draco...but, you know how that ended up tonight..." Hermione paused.
"So when Ginny came up to me tonight, she told me that she asked Harry out. But Harry said no because he still liked me...so I came back up to the Common Room and talked with Harry and...and..." Hermione couldn't say the rest.
"And...and wha?" Ron asked, on the verge of tears.
"And...and...he asked me out...and...and...I said....I said..." Hermione sobbed.
"Yes?" Ron guessed her answer. Hermione open her mouth to get the words out but all she could get out were sobs...so instead she just nodded "yes."
Ron shed a single tear. He wiped it away quickly, hoping Hermione hadn't noticed, but she did, and it made her weep even harder.
Ron stood up and looked down at Hermione. "I regret telling you that I love you...because I don't. Thank you for forcing me to see the truth...goodbye Hermione." Ron said in a forcibly distant tone. He walked out of the girl's dorms and slammed the door, making a portrait fall off the wall and the glass covering it shattered.
Hermione watched Ron slam the door, watched the portrait fall, and watched the glass fall into a thousand pieces. Then she noticed that there was a piece of paper taped to the back of the portrait. She stood up, picked up the paper and unfolded it. It was a letter, a note...to herself.
........
Hermione had written this letter a long time ago, back in 3rd year. She read the words on the parchment slowly, having a hard time reading it since the paper was stained with tears and blood. It had said:
To whom it may concern,
Tonight will be the last night I am alive. I wish I could explain, but I don't need your pity. You just need to understand why I did this. Ron...he did it, he was the one to do it to me. It's all his fault anyways. He might as well be the one to hold the dagger that will pierce my lonely, worthless, broken heart. I don't need to go into any great details...but I'll just say that I loved him, that's right, love...not that it matters now...I'll be dead in a little while. I'm sure that no one will care that I'm gone...the world is better off without me. Goodbye...
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
Hermione had completely forgotten about that night. It had been the first and only time that she had ever cut her wrists. She could barely remember that night because she had blacked out right after she had realized what she had done.
That night...she went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and wrote the note. After she wrote the note, she took the dagger that she had found in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and put it up to her chest. She was about to pierce her heart when she came to her senses. She didn't really want to kill herself, she just wanted to rid the pain. So she put the dagger on her left wrist and slowly slit it across her veins. The blood ran like a river, Hermione remembered. She drifted in and out of consciousness that night. She barely remembered someone finding her and asking her what she had done...she barely remembered making the person swear not to tell a single soul...she barely remembered the person carrying her to the hospital wing and helping her stay alive...she barely remembered this person being none other than Draco Malfoy...
Hermione looked up from reading the old letter, tears rushing down her face. She jumped backwards, dropping the letter, seeing someone standing in the doorway.
"What's that?" The person said, pointing at the letter. "What's going on?" the person asked. Hermione was looking into the eyes of her new boyfriend...Harry...
"It's nothing..." Hermione answered quickly, grabbing the letter and folding it back up.
"Oh...alright..." Harry confused, "I just came up here to tell you goodnight...I'm going to bed."
"Ok...'night!" Hermione replied nervously. Harry slowly turned and left the dorms, leaving Hermione sitting there all alone.
Hermione remained sitting there for a while, holding the letter in her outstretched hand. She took out her wand and was about to perform a spell to put the glass back together when a sudden thought formed in her mind. She stood up, grabbed a rather large piece of sharp glass and put it in her pocket.
She made her way out of the dorms and began running down the stairs when she bumped into the girls on the way. Hermione muttered her quick apologies to Lavender, Parvati and Ginny. Hermione avoided Ginny's eye, but immediately noticed that Ginny had been crying. Hermione was guessing it was because of Harry and Hermione.
Hermione made sure that everyone was in their dorms and no one was left in the Common Room. She snuck out of the portrait hole and made her way silently down the halls. She finally got to her destination...Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Hello?" Hermione asked upon arriving to the bathroom. She felt relieved when she heard her voice echoing and there was no response. "Good...nobody needs to see me this way." Hermione thought to herself. "I don't want some stupid ghost moaning and whining in my ear anyways."
She walked over to a sink and turned the hot water on full blast. She put her hands under the rushing water and screamed at the pain, it was so hot. She pulled her hands out and surveyed the damage she had done. Not enough...they had only turned pink and stung just a little. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and criticized what she saw. She didn't like it in the least. She put her hand into her pocket and grabbed the piece of glass. She looked back into the mirror and whispered, "I only deserve it..."
She looked at her left wrist and rubbed the scar from her first cutting. Hermione put the glass up to the old scar and slowly, pushed it into her skin. She closed her eyes tight, hoping it was all a dream...a nightmare... Then she felt it sting. She opened her eyes and watched the blood flow onto her baby blue dress robes which she was still wearing from the Ball. The red blood blossomed on her sleeve and glistened in the candlelight.
Then she heard footsteps; someone was coming. She suddenly realized that the water was still running and was louder than ever.
"Bloody hell!" someone yelled, seeing Hermione in the bathroom. "Damn it, Granger I thought we went through this years ago!" It was Draco Malfoy...
Hermione dropped the piece of glass she was holding in her right hand and she just stood there, her outstretched left arm dripping blood onto the floor.
"Hermione...?" Draco asked seeing the glazed look in her eyes.
Hermione just sighed and crumpled to the floor with a soft thud.
........
A/N: Please Review!