Join the Cutting Club

By Emma L. Granger

Summary: Ever heard of cutting yourself to relieve stress? Pain? Hermione lost in all her sorrows decides to explore this option. Will Malfoy care enough to help? Will he even find out...D/Hr.

Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? No. How about J.K. Rowling? No. Nancy Drew books? Yes.

A/N: I felt like writing. So...here you go! By the way I'm making this PG13 because of the blood and stuff. Btw, I only answered reviews w/questions or really important comments I really wanted to respond to. And if any of you readers have read any funny fics please tell me in your review, I LOVE COMEDY. One of my fave actors is Bill Cosby, he's SO funny! Btw, I don't think I've mentioned that Voldemort is dead in this fic; if I already did I'm sorry.

Mrs.Drew Malfoy: i s she really going to stop cutting herself? We'll see...

You showed me dreams come to light

That takin' a chance on us was right

All things will come with a little time

When you believe

-Myra

Last chapter (chapter 4):

Ok she had finished eating as much as she could. She thought of what she could do next. She looked around the room. Her eyes fell on the pretty blue book Malfoy had given her. She grabbed it and opened the book. They was something written on the first page:

Hermione Granger,

True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.

-Draco Malfoy

What did this mean? Well Hermione knew what the saying meant. It was an old, famous saying. But what she didn't understand was why he had written it in there. Could it be a peace offering? A trick? She didn't know but she was too tired to think anymore. She'd think about all of this tomorrow. She fell asleep, her right hand hanging on the left hand hanging on the side of the bed. She was still clutching the blue book, her grip loose. The book fell to the ground making her status of sleep clear.

Chapter 5:

Hermione had accepted Draco's offer, which turned out to not be a trick. As the month ended their friendship began and grew into something strong and solid. Though no one knew about it except them selves. 'Ginny has Luna, Ron has Harry, why shouldn't I have someone?' Draco and Hermione had become good friends and only that. Right?

&

"Hermione let's go outside." Draco suggested. They were in the Head common room sitting by the fireplace. Hermione had her head stuck in a book and Draco was extremely bored.

"Draco I have to study. Maybe later?"

"Oh come Hermione you've read that book a hundred times! How about a break?" Hermione looked up and was greeted by the largest puppy-dog eyes she'd ever seen. It was giving her a very hard time saying no. "Please?" Draco pleaded.

"Fine but only five minutes, FIVE."

"Okay five minutes. Get your coat it's cold out." Hermione grabbed her coat and followed Draco out to the school grounds. Draco took her hand in his. "C'mon."

"Draco where are you taking me?!"

"You'll see." He smiled in a mischievous manner. He started to run dragging Hermione along with him. Hermione shivered. Even though she had her jacket she was still cold. Her lips trembled as the cold wind reached her rose- tinted cheeks and proceeded into tossing her hair into the wind. Her fingers numb from Draco's tight grasp. She noticed they had stopped running.

"We're here." Draco announced happily. Hermione looked up and saw a frozen lake surrounded by many evergreen trees.

"You brought me outside for five minutes-to see-a lake."

"Well that's part of it."

"Oh yeah? What's the second half?"

"Here." He handed her a pair of white skates with blue laces while he sat down and put on his own. His were completely black with white laces.

"Ice skating?"

"No Quidditch, of course ice skating." He replied sarcastically.

"But I don't know how."

"I'll teach you."

"I can't."

"Fine just watch me." He finished tying his skates and got up. He brushed the white snow off his clothes and made his way towards the lake. "You sure you don't want to join me?"

"I'm sure."

He started to skate upon the ice. As soon as he started it was easy to see he was experienced. 'He's really good.' She thought. Then Draco attempted to do a leap but missed up his landing. "DRACO!" She yelled. 'How am I supposed to get across the lake?' She looked at down at the skates. She sighed, 'I guess it's the only way.' She put on the skates as fast as possible.

"I'm coming Draco!" She set one foot on the ice and then the other. She did this over and over again, very slowly as to not fall. She finally got to the blonde-haired boy. "Draco, are you okay?"

Draco opened one eye and raised his arm. In one quick, swift movement he grabbed Hermione's waist and brought her down with him.

"DRACO MALFOY I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK AND MADE ME SKATE AND, AND-"

Draco laughed heartily. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!" This made him laugh even more.

"Do you know your face gets really red when you're mad?" Hermione blushed. "Yeah just like that." He grinned.

"You know five minutes have passed. I need to go back and study."

"Come on you know you want to."

"Well...fine. But only ten more minutes, I really need to go study."

"Okay, now hold my hand." She reached for his hand and held on to it.

&

Yesterday had been great. Draco had taught her how to skate. Instead of the ten-minute limit they ended up skating for hours. By the time they reached their rooms Hermione was too tired to study and just took a hot shower instead. It was morning and she was having breakfast with Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"I'm just saying if Troy hadn't been as dense as to make that move Ireland might've won the cup." Ron and Harry were discussing Quidditch...again. Ginny was listening in on the conversation but didn't bother on making any comments. Hermione interrupted them.

"Do you two study for the Potions quiz?"

"That's today?!" Ron asked loudly.

"Yes Ron, it's today."

"Oh well." He dismissed the problem just like that.

"Ron don't you care about your studies? You don't have to answer that. I'm going to the library." She huffed. She walked all the way to the library and sat herself in one of the many comfortable armchairs. She took out her Potions textbook out of her bag and started to do some studying. She quickly skimmed all the pages and then looked at the time. She was fifteen minutes late!

When she finally made her way down to the dungeons and into the classroom Snape was about to explain the potion for the day when Hermione burst in. "Ms. Granger you are twenty minutes late. Twenty points from Gryffindor."

"But-"

"Thirty points from Gryffindor. I would suggest that unless you want to lose anymore points for your house you will sit down."

"But Professor-"

"Everyone stand up and go to the back of the room. There will be new seats assigned. These will be your seats for the rest of the year. Please thank Ms. Granger for this arrangement." Snape drawled.

All the Slytherins shot her icy glares. Snape started assigning seats, "Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley and Millicent Bulstrode, Lavender Brown and Blaise Zambini..." He continued pairing all the students. "Which leaves us with Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

Hermione walked over to Draco's table. They sat and listened to Snape talk about the potion and tell them the ingredients needed. "Now begin."

"I'll peel the Abyssinian shrivelfigs. "

"Okay, and I'll chop the daisy roots."Hermione said dully. She reached for the knife at the same time as Draco and their fingers met. "Sorry." She muttered. The rest of the lesson was quiet except for Neville's daily accident. Today when his cauldron exploded it sprayed everyone in the room turning people skin into their favorite color. Draco was dark green, Hermione was sky blue, Harry was a deep red, Ron was yellow, and Neville was pink?!

"Neville your favorite color is pink?!" Harry chuckled; he was very amused by the situation.

"Yes." Neville answered nervously.

"Why?" Ron questioned him.

"Well, umm..."

"Neville you don't have to answer these stupid gits. C'mon stupid gits." Hermione was trying to stop the two from utterly embarrassing the poor boy.

"I want to know though." Ron refused to leave.

"Ron we have transfiguration next c'mon!"

"Fine!" The day went by pretty fast till all the classes were over with and it was dinnertime.

"Dinner, great, I'm starving!" Ron was about to dig into his kidney pie when Dumbledore began to speak, "Good evening everyone. I would like to have your attention. I would just like to make an announcement. Yes Mr. Weasley, it's short. Your teachers and I thought you all deserved a treat. We have decided on a Christmas Ball for fourth years and above. If you wish you may invite a younger student, that is all." He sat back down and so the buzz began.

"What am I going to wear?"

"Who are you going with?"

"I know you I'm going to ask!"

"Really? Who?!"

"Oh really, what's all the fuss about? It's just a ball." Hermione said annoyed.

"So Hermione who do you want to go with?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know." That was partially true. Hermione knew she didn't really care either but she did have a vague idea of who she wanted to go with. The minutes passed by as they had their ordinary everyday dinner-Ron and Harry talking about Quidditch, and Hermione and Ginny discussing their day. "Well I have to go."

"Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow Mione?" Ron stood up from the table and looked her way.

"Yeah."

"Okay see you there."

"Yeah see you there." She mumbled as she walked out the Great Hall. When she finally raised her head she was standing face to face with the portrait entrance to the Head room. It was a painting of a pretty brunette girl from Slytherin and a handsome blonde boy from Gryffindor.

"Mahaba Ni Tongo." Hermione uttered. She entered the room and sat down in one of the wooden chairs in the room and dozed off.

"Hermione, Hermione." A voice called. The person was pushing her side trying to wake her.

"Wha?"

"Wake up Mione."

She lifted a droopy eyelid. "Draco?"

"Mmmhmm, wake up. I thought you'd like to sleep in your room instead of on a very uncomfortable chair."

"You're right," She smiled.

"Goodnight Draco."

"G'night Mione."

A/N: The longest chap I've written for this story. It's 6 pages on word; the longest I've ever written has been 9 pages. But I once wrote a short that was 15 pages on word for school, 95% no one got a 100 and it was 6th grade. Anyway, enough with old memories. Ok I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed my story so far and I hope you review again!!! And 5 reviews for the next chapter. HA, you thought I forgot didn't you? Well I didn't, lol, I have a great memory!

-Emma L. Granger!!!

P.S.-Virtual cookies to the people who can tell me what the password means and what language :) First person gets a virtual cake, lol.