Author's note– This is my first fic, so be kind. I wrote it in the middle of the night when I was feeling down. I have finished it in my notebook, so updates should be frequently. So on with the show!!
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Mr .Lawyer–"Is there something you would like to share with the people, Miss Artemis?"
Me– "No, I don't think so."
Mr. Lawyer- "Don't you want to tell them who you are?"
Me- "I'm J.K.Rowling, that's why I'm posting stories on instead of working on my next book."
Mr. Lawyer- "Enough sarcasm Miss Artemis, just tell the nice people what I told you to, or I will be forced to let your mother read this story."
Me- rolls eyes "Fine. I'm not J.K.Rowling, I own nothing, and I'm not making any money. Happy now?"
Mr. Lawyer- "Exceptionally so. This will do for all the chapters."
Me- "Wonderful. See you next story."
Mr. Lawyer- "I'll be seeing you."
Chapter 1– Sorrow
Hermione sat staring at the ceiling. Tears rolled down her eyes. This last row with Ron confirmed her fears. He didn't love her.
And why would he? She didn't deserve him. She had fancied him since the battle with the troll in their first year. Over time the crush evolved into heart wrench pain for it was obvious the feeling wasn't mutual. At first Hermione couldn't understand why; she had thought she was acceptable. But, she was Hermione, and she needed answers. So, every night, she made lists of her faults. As her depression grew, she couldn't figure out why her was even friends with her.
Everyone would be so much better off if she just vanished. Silently, she crept down into the common room as the clock chimed the hour ( 2AM) She wrote a note explaining everything and grabbed the knife she had taken from the dining hall. After the knife meet her flesh several times, darkness surrounded her.
Decisions
Ron paced back and forth. Sleep evaded him as his guilt made him repeat the evening over and over, This fight with Hermione was somehow worse than all the others. The cause was so silly Ron didn't even remember it. Then the row proceeded pretty much the same as always. But the look Hermione gave him as she walked away was different. Normally, her face screamed defiance as she stormed off; this evening, her eyes were close to tears. Ron made a decision; he would apologize. He didn't know if it was his fault, but it wasn't worth losing Hermione over. After all, he loved her. Yes, Ronald Weasely had admitted (at least to himself) that he fancied her. Actually, he more than fancied her. She filled his every waking moment. Hell, even his dreams were of her. Even if she would never know all this, he couldn't bear to lose her as a friends.
It was currently 5AM. Hermione would be up soon. Ron went to wait for her in the common room so they could talk before the others woke up.
As Ron crept down the stairs, he was meet by the sight of Hermione in a pool of blood. Thinking that she had been attacked, he quickly picked her up and raced toward the Hospital Wing. In his haste, he left behind a tiny note.
But Dobby saw it. He picked up the note, saw Ron's name scribbled on the front, snapped his fingers and vanished.
A/N–– DUN, DUN, Daaaaaaaaaaa... Will Hermione survive? Will Ron tell her how he feels? What's in that note? Wait to read the next chapter to find out. Now, do you see the purple button down there? You know you want to review. So go ahead. Praise makes me update faster. And if this story sucks, no flames please, constructive criticism is much more helpful. Toddles!!!