I've figured out how I'm going to do the story. I'm going to do all the even chapters with Hermione as the main character, and all the odd ones featuring Ron. I'm also going to have the Hermione ones being really angsty, and the Ron one's should be amusing. They'll be telling what's going on when Hermione's not around, or telling what actually happened during the certain things Hermione overhears or something like that. But before I do all of that, read and review this chapter and tell me what you think.

-HUGGLES-

-Chapter Two-

Hermione woke up suddenly, sweating from her dream. Actually it was more like a nightmare. She looked around her room and was surprised to see that everything had changed.

"What's going on?" She jumped out her a bed that wasn't hers and wondered around the room. She didn't even get three feet before bumping into another someone who was sleeping.

"Not yet mum..." The other person grumbled in her sleep. Hermione immediately recognized her voice, it was Ginny. Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister. It was then that all the memories of the previous night came flooding back to her.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Hermione ran over to her mother who was throwing random articles of clothing into a small bag.

"I'm going away for a while honey, but I'll see you when you come back for Holidays." That was all she said before giving her daughter a slight kiss on the check and running out the front door.

"Mum…" The sixteen year-old whispered into the nothingness surrounding her house.

Her father had left almost an hour ago, probably to meet up with the woman he'd been seeing outside of her mother. She was alone in her house, and the feeling overwhelmed her. Without a second to spare she ran up to her room and packed all of her school things into a suitcase and ran to the fire with some floo powder in hand. She stepped into her fireplace and called out "The Burrow".

That was all she remembered from the previous night. How she ended up in Ginny's bedroom, she had no idea. Hermione wiped a few stay tears from her eyes and pulled on a few articles of clothing before descending down to the kitchen.

She wondered around for almost an hour before Mrs. Weasley appeared in front of her.

"Hermione, dear, what are you doing up so early?" She ran over to Hermione to comfort her.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I'm just a little excited seeing as school starts today." Hermione put on her best fake smile.

"Well, I would be too." Mrs. Weasley smiled back at her, "This is going to be your sixth year. Only one left!" She walked over to the pantry and magically conjured up a few packs of pancake batter.

"Do you need any help?" Hermione asked, walking over to her. She planned on helping, even it Mrs. Weasley declined her offer.

"That's sweet of you, but you don't have you help." Mrs. Weasley tried to shoo Hermione off, but she didn't budge.

"You have about five people that you have to cook for this morning; I think that I should help you." Hermione pushed off Mrs. Weasley's arm and grabbed a few more ingredients for the batter.

"Actually, it's more like eleven. Harry's been staying here for the last week, and the rest of my boys decided to come along as well." Mrs. Weasley smiled at Hermione weakly.

"See, you have no excuse for me not helping you, now move over." That was the last thing said on that matter. The best of the time was spend cooking a few dozen pancakes with toast, oatmeal, and whatever else Mrs. Weasley could think of.

"I think that everyone else should be getting up by now." Mrs. Weasley looked at her clock and saw that everyone's hand was still pointing to 'bed'.

"Go ahead; I'll finishing making the pancakes. Everything else is finished." Hermione pushed her out of the kitchen and she shuffled upstairs.

After Mrs. Weasley left, Hermione set out the table just in time to see Harry shuffling down the stairs. He didn't even say 'hi' to her before falling asleep on the kitchen table. Shaking her head, Hermione placed a few pancakes next to him with syrup on them.

"Get up Harry, eat your breakfast!" She tried to shake him, but he didn't budge.

The next to come down was Charlie. He skipped down the stairs humming a nameless tune. "Good morning!" He called to Hermione as he sat down at the table. "Sleep well?"

She nodded and passed him a plate of pancakes. "What about you?"

"Ah, it was very well, thank you." Before there was anymore talking between the two of them, he shoved a whole pancake in his mouth.

Right before he swallowed the Weasley twins, Fred and George, came down and spotted him. "CONTEST!" Fred shouted as the two boys grabbed their plates from Hermione and started shoving food in their mouths.

Before Hermione could lecture them on their stupidity she heard a scream coming from upstairs. She instantly recognized Ron's voice and ran up to his room. When she got up stairs and opened his door he was laying sprawled out on the floor.

"Ron, are you okay?" She ran over to help him out.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Get off me!" He pushed her arm away and stood up.

"I'm sorry, but…"

Ron cut into her sentence, "Hermione, can you get out of my room. I have to change, still in my pajamas."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You sure you're okay?" She asked while he pushed her out of his room.

"Yes! Now please, get out!" He gave her one final shove out of his door and locked it.

Hermione was about to apologize, but she heard him saying, "Merlin, sometimes I wish she would just disappear. Never knows when to quit sometimes!"

Hearing that remark, she ran up to the attic. She had discovered it earlier that summer. She and Harry had spent the first week of vacation at the Burrow, with Dumbledore's permission of course.

When she reached the final step leading to the attic, she walked inside and locked the door. "I can't take it anymore!" She cried while plopping herself in the corner and bringing her knees up to her chin.

She leaned her head back against the wall and tried to blank out her mind. Too much had been going on lately, and she didn't want to do the thing she knew that she was about to do.

"Come on," a voice inside of her head whispered, "you know that you want to do it."

"No I don't!" She screamed back at it, but at the same time she found herself reaching into her pocket.

"Don't do it." She repeated to herself as she pulled out a safety-pin from her pocket. She chose this tool to take with her because it was inconspicuous to everybody around her. If they found her with a safety-pin in her pocket they wouldn't accuse her of doing anything out of the ordinary. They'd probably assume it was for the elf-clothing she'd been knitting lately.

She wouldn't listen to her herself, and ended up pulling down her knee-high thick black wool socks. She had been wearing them a lot lately, but nobody ever thought to question that either. After she had pulled down her socks she took a look at her legs, and it brought tears to her eyes. They were covered with scars and slash marks, yet nobody had even begun to notice her problem. She knew she had a problem, knew that it wasn't healthy to tear your own skin. But she did it anyway. It was like she got a high from it, all her pain would go away. Sometimes she even told herself that she deserved it. This time it was a little of both. She was bringing the tip of the safety-pin to her leg, but then stopped.

"I shouldn't do this." She whispered to herself and pulled up her socks. "I need to fight this!"

She silently walked out of the attic and down the stairs, because it was easier to fight the urge in front of other people. When she was halfway down the stairs she heard a conversation going on between the brothers. Not wanting to walk into something embarrassing, she decided to listen in to what they were talking about before going the full way down and into the kitchen.

"You pervert!" Ron yelled out, but Hermione didn't know to whom.

"He didn't say anything," Bill laughed at Ron's comeback. "You're the one thinking about it."

"I am not!" Ron tried hard to defend himself.

"Why? What's wrong with Hermione?" Charlie asked.

"Well, nothing per say, I'm just not attracted to her." Ron growled at his brothers.

"How can you not be?" Fred, or maybe it George, asked him.

"I don't know, why? Should I be?" Ron asked, confused at this point.

"Why aren't you? She's smart, attractive," Percy started to say.

"Stop talking," One of the Weasley twin's cut him off. "If you say something he'll never realize his feelings for the girl." Percy huffed pompously and a rustling of paper was heard.

"I'm just not attracted to the girl. It's not that…I don't have to prove myself to you all. I'm just not attracted to her, she just a bossy-know-it-all, who's always in my business. I don't have a problem with her as a friend, but as a girlfriend? I don't even want to think about it."

Hermione didn't stay to hear more of what was being said, but ran back up towards the attic.

"I should have known!" She threw herself back into her previous spot, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, you should have!" The voice in her head called to her. "Thinking that Ronald Weasley could have been attracted to you, he was right, you are a know-it-all. Boys aren't going to be attracted to girls like you, especially not Ron!"

"Shut up!" She cried, trying to push the voice out of her head. "I'm not going to listen to you. You're not real, just a figment of my imagination!"

"Keep telling yourself that, you ugly beast!"

"I'm not ugly, I'm…I'm…"

"Precisely, now do it. You know you want to; you know that you need to do it!"

Hermione started sobbing, but didn't fight her hand as it reached into her pocket to pull out her little tool. She then slid down her socks and ran a finger over one of the scars on her left leg.

"It'll only hurt for a second, its okay. Go ahead!" The voice told her.

She closed her eyes and pushed the safety-pin deep into her leg, wincing for only a second before pulling it across her flesh. After a minute her leg was dripping with blood and she pulled her sock up to her knee to soak up the blood spilling out.

Next she moved to her right leg, going through the same procedure. But by the time she had stuck it in, she heard the attic door opening.

"Crap, I forgot to lock the door!" She hissed at herself as she pulled up her socks, wiped the tears, and went over to the door.

"Hello?" She called, trying to see who was at the door.

"What are you doing up here?" The intruder questioned her.

"I could ask you the same thing Harry."

"Well, I was looking for you." He said slowly, the lie obviously showing.

"Okay, you've found me. So, let's go out of here." Hermione pushed the back of his head out the door.

"What's in your hair?" She asked him, wiping the sticky material on her pants.

"Oh yeah, that's why I came up here." Harry grinned sheepishly. "I fell asleep on the pancakes you put next to me.

"You idiot!" She forced a smile and steered him towards the bathroom. When she reached it she pushed him inside and ran down stairs to the kitchen, deliberately avoiding Ron's gaze.

"Hey Hermione, guess what we found out!" Fred and George said in unison, looked at each other, then busted out laughing.

"You better not say anything!" Ron hissed at them. "Hermione, ignore them!"

"Why?" She asked, highly curious now.

"Just pay no attention to them, they're gits!" He quickly replied.

"No, let them tell me. I'll decide if it's stupid or not for myself!" She pushed Ron out of the way and walked over towards the twins.

"What is it?" She asked eagerly.

"Well, you'll never believe this, but…" Before they could finish, Hermione became woozy, and then finally blacked out.