Cut the skin to the bone
fall asleep all alone
hear your voice in the dark
lose myself in your eyes
choke my voice say goodnight
as the world falls apart

-Blink 182

Disclaimer:  This all belongs to the wonderful Rowling.  If only, if only…I might be famous some day.  (fat chance)

Due to popular demand (and my original plan for the story, but anyhoo) Things will turn out the way you probably expected in this chapter.  But this is hopefully not the average boring Draco Hermione fic.  I am going to try my hardest to make it different and original.  Thankyou for the advice, reviewers! I love you guys.  Thankyou too for reviewing my first solid fic ! J

Hermione's POV

After Draco left the room, I was unsure of what to do.  I was sure he wouldn't try anything…stupid.  I told myself over and over that he wasn't that sort of person.  It then struck me that I didn't even know what the note said.  It must have been pretty horrible, I thought, biting my lip, to make him run away like that. I walked over to where the note still sat on a wooden table.  The owl had long since departed, taking Draco's sudden exit as a sign of dismissal.  I took the note and unfolded it cautiously.  I let my eyes skim over the spirally handwriting, swiftly taking it what the letter said.

To Draco,

I think that this letter is highly necessary. No matter what it does to you now, I'm sure you will be thankful for it one day. 

I thought I should make a few things clearer for you.  I'm sorry that you had to find out about your mother through The Daily Prophet. If I could have had it any other way, I would.  But it's hard to control things from behind the walls of Azkaban.  

I know what you are longing to find out. 

I wouldn't have done it if she hadn't been so infuriating.  Perhaps I never would have hurt her at all if I had actually loved her.  I didn't choose to marry her.  We were betrothed, as was the custom in those days. Your mother was always trying to make the best of things; to make me happy.  But I was terribly unhappy and I was convinced, at the time, that nothing could make me feel differently.  Now I know better.  I feel happy when I am working for the Dark Lord; my master.  I felt happy when I killed your mother.  I am happier in Azkaban than I ever was with you or Narcissa at the manor.

I am sorry for any inconveniences, Draco.

Sincerely, your father, Lucius Malfoy.

I quickly folded the note again and sprinted to Draco's room.  What if he has done something like…that? I thought.  If he dies…or if he's dead…it's all my fault.

When I reached the door to Draco's room, I contemplated for a moment what to do.

After a few moments of thought, I knocked on the door, hard.  There was no reaction from the other side.  So I opened the door and walked cautiously in, searching for Draco.  I noticed his crumpled form immediately, slumped against the foot of the bed.  I shook him gently. 

"Draco?" I said.  "Wake up."  He did not stir.  I lifted my hand.  "Lumos," I muttered, and the light from the tip of my wand illuminated the sticky red substance smeared over my hands. 

Realization dawned and I shook him again, harder this time.  "Draco! DRACO! Wake up!" I screamed.  His eyes flickered open.  The normally confident grey stare was now weak and unfocused.  "Just leave me alone," he mumbled, his speech slurred.  With that he closed his eyes again. 

"Draco, don't do this," I pleaded.  I could practically feel his life slipping away.  Taking out my wand, I performed a charm I had learned in the hospital wing once (A/N: wether or not this charm has been performed in one of the books I could not care less because I'm not in the mood to look through all of them right now.) and Draco's slashed wrists were healed.

  But he still lay on the floor, quite motionless, as though he was either not going to wake up or didn't want to.  I got up, somehow convinced that he wouldn't try anything else.  I paused at the doorway and turned around. "I'm sorry," I whispered, and left the room.

-Draco's POV- (picking up from where we left him last chapter)

I could feel everything ebbing away – including the pain.  Not the physical pain, though.  It was still excruciating, but it was the answer to everything.  My eyes were closed and everything seemed to be drawing to an end…the burning in my arms was numb… my mind was almost blank…

"Draco! DRACO! Wake up!" The sudden feeling of calm and serenity was interrupted and my eyes fluttered open.  This wasn't supposed to happen…I was supposed to be dying…

Through a hazy cloud I could see Hermione, shaking me frantically.  Perhaps she was the only thing in my life that I wasn't glad to leave behind.  But it wasn't enough.  I wouldn't stay alive in agony for one person…when my mother, the only person who had ever understood me was gone…

"Just leave me alone." It was all I could muster to give her this last request – or rather, command – before I slipped back into unconsciousness.

Wether or not she continued to plead with me, I did not find out.  But I soon noticed the darkness that was strangling me gradually lifting to be replaced only by my dark room as I opened my eyes with ease for a moment.  I closed them again in dismay when I saw that the gashes in my wrists were magically healed.  Granger was gone.  I rolled over and fell asleep, wishing I could never wake up. 

-Hermione's POV-

Once I had left Draco's room and closed the door, I sat down on the floor in front of the fire in a daze.  The same place he kissed me only half an hour ago, I thought to myself.  

Why would Draco do something like that? He was Mr Composed, the Slytherin Sex God who could have practically any girl in the school.  Then again, you don't have to watch your reputation crumble if you're dead.  He wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment if he wasn't going to wake up. 

He didn't plan to, I added mentally. And I ruined it for him.

I wonder – I bit my lip – I wonder if I have done the right thing in saving him. 

A/N: Hey guys, I know that this was incredibly short.  I just felt I had to end it on that note.  Now, I've never experienced slashing my wrists or saving someone who did so I don't know the details.  Excuse me if this wasn't exactly realistic but I did my best guys! Please review.  Someone said that my last chapter was a little disturbing.  Sorry to that person, but this is rated R after all and, as you can imagine, this particular even was rather important to the storyline.  Well, thanks for reading! Please, Please, PLEASE! I beg of you! PLEASE REVIEW! It's not hard…I'm allowing anonymous ones…it only takes a moment to give comments and constructive criticism! And sorry for the shortness of my chapters – that's just how I write.  And I update every 3 days max so it shouldn't be too bad! Love you! Kelliebean J