Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and the poem. And Bastian, I
suppose. Although no one can really "own" the moon...
A/N: I am so so so sorry that I didn't post yesterday. I went to a blink182/No Doubt/Living End/Negative Return concert in Chicago on Sunday night and I had to work the next day. Since I only got about 20 minutes of sleep that night I slept all day Monday after work. I am so sorry. I wrote this chapter today and am posting it now. I love you guys for reviewing and sticking around. You're so amazing. No, really. Thank you so much. I nearly died when I saw I had all those reviews. It means so much. I'll try my hardest not to let you down anymore. Puts on deep, serious voice I shall write to the death. But here's the fourth chapter and it's after Hermione's blackout and in the present. The chapter title means, "the moon is the lonely girl's best friend" in Italian. I hope you enjoy this one and I really give you guys credit for staying around. It's truly not worth your time.
Reign In Blood: la luna è l'amico migliore della ragazza solitaria
--------------- March 16 ---------------
As though douse darkest secrets taunting all but this silent voice of mine........this silent voice of.......mine.......
Hermione jolted up and instantaneously wished she hadn't. She moaned loudly as her entire body pounded with pain, her head in particular. She held her head and slowly regained her steady breathing again. Her face felt sticky and she grazed one finger along her lips.
Dry blood.
She felt matted clumps along her hairline and under her eyes as well. 'Hell,' Hermione thought, 'I must look hideous...'
Hermione looked around. There was blood everywhere. But she knew she was in the corridor outside her dormitory. 'At least I'm not completely disoriented,' she thought to herself.
Hermione tilted her head upward and spotted the moon outside a window with no pane. The breeze that it was letting through was pleasant. Cool bursts of air played across her face and around her neck.
Hermione got up, feeling rather content, and quickly calculated the moon's position in the sky. 'It was probably around one in the morning,' she thought dimly, 'that's odd...'
Almost in an instant, Hermione realized why she had been lying on a hard, stone floor for five hours. She was almost certainly unconscious and that's why her head hurt and that's why there was blood everywhere because she had been beaten...by...Ron...and...
Hermione nearly passed out as she became quite aware of her physical pain again. She gazed behind her and down another side corridor.
Nothing.
For a second, she didn't know what to do. Almost subconsciously, she decided to open the door to her dormitory and slip herself inside. She crawled into bed, quietly, as not to disturb her roommates.
'They're probably not even here,' Hermione thought begrudgingly, 'and even if they were, they shouldn't care if I'm loud. They're always thunderously annoying when I'm trying to sleep..."
Hermione didn't bother to shut the curtains around her bed. She could see the window and she was grateful (for the millionth time) that her bed was closest to it.
She peered out, watching her best friend. He was full tonight, beautiful and white. Hermione had decided long ago that he would be named Bastian. It sounded like a small, youthful boy's name and youth made Hermione think of hope.
Bastian was about six or seven years old. He constantly reminded Hermione that being simplistic was the ideal lifestyle. He was also a very good listener. He never spoke back. Just listened. He was almost always there to hear Hermione's problems. Except when he wanted to be alone. Then, Bastian would send for the clouds to cover him up so he wouldn't have to listen to anyone.
Even the moon gets depressed once and a while.
"He won't let me write anymore, Bastian," Hermione whispered, "I don't know what to do..."
Bastian mirrored his silhouette upon her gold and dusty red-colored bedspread. He just winked and listened, but never spoke back.
And during times like these, Hermione wished she were up there with him, so they could listen together. Alone. Either that, or, she hoped that one day he would come down to Earth. Or anyone for that matter...
Hermione hoped that someone, someday, would have the heart to ask her how she was. A glance would be nice, a wave and a smile even better.
And a simple "Hello"?
'Don't push it,' the voice in Hermione's head said sternly, 'You're not that important.'
A/N: Mmm. For some reason, I like that ending. I'll be posting soon, hopefully. Keep in touch! Thanks loads and loads to: Asia Cwiakala: I know what you mean. Ron is one of my favorites too. I like him as the cuddly guy that he seems, but you can't say you haven't seen his flaming temper right below the surface. I just kind of went off on that. Thanks for liking it :) HarryPotterRpFreak: Thanks :). Ron is really an odd ball in this fic. Hermione just takes all of it. She's always seemed really vulnerable to me. sgtpepper: Thanks so much. And good job in mentioning Potter. He's coming in to play very soon. jameslvr: Sorry I didn't update yesterday and thanks for reading. RandomHpCrazedFreak: Thanks a million. It's nice to know that someone noticed :) Wind-demoness: Thanks for the compliment but they can't suck that much. Heh. quidditchcutie07: Yeah Ron/Hermione in an abusive relationship is weird and that's why I wrote it. You don't see too many out there. As for Draco and Ginny in an abusive relationship, I've always thought that Draco is a complete sweetheart. I can imagine Ron losing his temper with a girl more than I can imagine Draco... Thanks for reviewing! Lotr3-Hp3: laughs Thanks a bunch. I love dark stories too. It's always been one of my fetishes. magicrules: Thanks! Hope you keep reading. You guys are my idols. No. I'm serious. I love hearing from you and flames are still welcome.
A/N: I am so so so sorry that I didn't post yesterday. I went to a blink182/No Doubt/Living End/Negative Return concert in Chicago on Sunday night and I had to work the next day. Since I only got about 20 minutes of sleep that night I slept all day Monday after work. I am so sorry. I wrote this chapter today and am posting it now. I love you guys for reviewing and sticking around. You're so amazing. No, really. Thank you so much. I nearly died when I saw I had all those reviews. It means so much. I'll try my hardest not to let you down anymore. Puts on deep, serious voice I shall write to the death. But here's the fourth chapter and it's after Hermione's blackout and in the present. The chapter title means, "the moon is the lonely girl's best friend" in Italian. I hope you enjoy this one and I really give you guys credit for staying around. It's truly not worth your time.
Reign In Blood: la luna è l'amico migliore della ragazza solitaria
--------------- March 16 ---------------
As though douse darkest secrets taunting all but this silent voice of mine........this silent voice of.......mine.......
Hermione jolted up and instantaneously wished she hadn't. She moaned loudly as her entire body pounded with pain, her head in particular. She held her head and slowly regained her steady breathing again. Her face felt sticky and she grazed one finger along her lips.
Dry blood.
She felt matted clumps along her hairline and under her eyes as well. 'Hell,' Hermione thought, 'I must look hideous...'
Hermione looked around. There was blood everywhere. But she knew she was in the corridor outside her dormitory. 'At least I'm not completely disoriented,' she thought to herself.
Hermione tilted her head upward and spotted the moon outside a window with no pane. The breeze that it was letting through was pleasant. Cool bursts of air played across her face and around her neck.
Hermione got up, feeling rather content, and quickly calculated the moon's position in the sky. 'It was probably around one in the morning,' she thought dimly, 'that's odd...'
Almost in an instant, Hermione realized why she had been lying on a hard, stone floor for five hours. She was almost certainly unconscious and that's why her head hurt and that's why there was blood everywhere because she had been beaten...by...Ron...and...
Hermione nearly passed out as she became quite aware of her physical pain again. She gazed behind her and down another side corridor.
Nothing.
For a second, she didn't know what to do. Almost subconsciously, she decided to open the door to her dormitory and slip herself inside. She crawled into bed, quietly, as not to disturb her roommates.
'They're probably not even here,' Hermione thought begrudgingly, 'and even if they were, they shouldn't care if I'm loud. They're always thunderously annoying when I'm trying to sleep..."
Hermione didn't bother to shut the curtains around her bed. She could see the window and she was grateful (for the millionth time) that her bed was closest to it.
She peered out, watching her best friend. He was full tonight, beautiful and white. Hermione had decided long ago that he would be named Bastian. It sounded like a small, youthful boy's name and youth made Hermione think of hope.
Bastian was about six or seven years old. He constantly reminded Hermione that being simplistic was the ideal lifestyle. He was also a very good listener. He never spoke back. Just listened. He was almost always there to hear Hermione's problems. Except when he wanted to be alone. Then, Bastian would send for the clouds to cover him up so he wouldn't have to listen to anyone.
Even the moon gets depressed once and a while.
"He won't let me write anymore, Bastian," Hermione whispered, "I don't know what to do..."
Bastian mirrored his silhouette upon her gold and dusty red-colored bedspread. He just winked and listened, but never spoke back.
And during times like these, Hermione wished she were up there with him, so they could listen together. Alone. Either that, or, she hoped that one day he would come down to Earth. Or anyone for that matter...
Hermione hoped that someone, someday, would have the heart to ask her how she was. A glance would be nice, a wave and a smile even better.
And a simple "Hello"?
'Don't push it,' the voice in Hermione's head said sternly, 'You're not that important.'
A/N: Mmm. For some reason, I like that ending. I'll be posting soon, hopefully. Keep in touch! Thanks loads and loads to: Asia Cwiakala: I know what you mean. Ron is one of my favorites too. I like him as the cuddly guy that he seems, but you can't say you haven't seen his flaming temper right below the surface. I just kind of went off on that. Thanks for liking it :) HarryPotterRpFreak: Thanks :). Ron is really an odd ball in this fic. Hermione just takes all of it. She's always seemed really vulnerable to me. sgtpepper: Thanks so much. And good job in mentioning Potter. He's coming in to play very soon. jameslvr: Sorry I didn't update yesterday and thanks for reading. RandomHpCrazedFreak: Thanks a million. It's nice to know that someone noticed :) Wind-demoness: Thanks for the compliment but they can't suck that much. Heh. quidditchcutie07: Yeah Ron/Hermione in an abusive relationship is weird and that's why I wrote it. You don't see too many out there. As for Draco and Ginny in an abusive relationship, I've always thought that Draco is a complete sweetheart. I can imagine Ron losing his temper with a girl more than I can imagine Draco... Thanks for reviewing! Lotr3-Hp3: laughs Thanks a bunch. I love dark stories too. It's always been one of my fetishes. magicrules: Thanks! Hope you keep reading. You guys are my idols. No. I'm serious. I love hearing from you and flames are still welcome.