A/N- I'd like to take this time to clear something up. Some people have been confused on why Hermione is still in danger of the killer even though she's pureblood. You have to understand that not many people know she's pureblood yet so she's still known as a muggle born.

This chapter is a bit intense; so if you think it will be too much for you, don't read!

Chapter 6: Tears

Hermione's running to her room, a trail of tears following her footsteps. She runs as fast as she can until she finally reaches her portrait hole. She cries out the password and runs up to her room, slams the door behind her, and throws herself on her bed. She cries and cries until she swears she's ran out of tears.

'How could this happen to me? Why me?' she thinks to herself.

"You're a beautiful, smart, and very sweet girl." She remembers.

'Beautiful…right.'

She crawls out of bed and heads for the bathroom. She looks at herself in the mirror and to her disappointment, he was right. She is really pretty. Well, that's easily fixed.

She reaches into the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. She looks down at them and they seem like her answer. She grabs the closest chunk of hair and starts hacking away at her beautiful, brown ringlets. Tears start to burst from her eyes at the sight of the first clump of hair fall to the ground, but she continues cutting and crying until her hair barely touches her shoulders in choppy chunks.

She looks in at her ugly hair, however still beautiful face. She can't handle it. She throws the scissors at the mirror. The shards of glass fall to the ground all around her. She looks down at a large, rather sharp looking piece and picks it up.

She looks at it for a minute and makes her final decision. She brings the jagged glass to her cheek and cuts the delicate skin slowly and shallowly. She brings it to the other cheek and leaves an identical mark on the other side. She feels the blood slowly slide down soft skin and the burn along the cuts. It feels like heaven, the pain, the blood, everything. It feels like her true answer to beauty. A smile creeps across her face.

She brings the glass to her wrists and just teases herself at first. Barely touching the skin, but still cutting it a little. She turns the glass so she can cut the major artery in her arm when there's suddenly there's a knock at the door.

"Go away Draco." She says calmly.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" Draco asks.

"I said go away." She replies in the same eerily calm voice as before.

"Hermione, open this door before I break it down." He demands.

"Just leave me alone!" she yells.

BAM

Draco kicks the door open and gasps at the sight of Hermione. Her face is soaked in blood and tears along with her clothes and the floor, her hair has been brutally chopped off to her shoulders, and there is glass all over the floor.

"HERMIONE!" He yells as he runs over to her and holds her face in his hands. He grabs a towel on the counter and shakes all the glass off it. He brings it to her face and wipes the blood from her cheeks tries to stop the bleeding.

"Get off me Draco." She pleads as she cries trying to push him away. Suddenly, she starts to feel light headed. She starts to sway as he holds her and suddenly collapses into his arms. He throws her arm over his shoulder and carries her out of the room.

He runs down the hall to the infirmary with this beautiful woman in his arms. He looks down at her for a split second and the sight of this beautiful creature covered in blood and tears; who have been hurt so badly she wanted to kill herself; truly mad him want to cry and throw up all at the same time.

He reaches the infirmary and calls out, "Madame Pomfrey, we need help" and sets her down on a bed. Madame Pomfrey comes out of her office and gasps at the sight of the head girl. She doesn't ask questions…yet…and just immediately gets to work. She says a spell to stop her bleeding. She grabs a bag of blood from the cabinet and sets up and IV. She sticks the needle into Hermione's arm and Draco had to look away. He couldn't stand to see his beautiful Hermione being hurt anymore.

When she gets done cleaning her up, she turns to Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, tell me what happened!" Madame Pomfrey demands.

"I don't know, I walked into the bathroom and found her like this." He replies, but sees the disbelief in her eyes. "I mean it, I have no idea what happened."

Madame Pomfrey sighs. She know that if Draco's lying, there's no way she can get the truth from him, so she just goes in her office to fill out the paper work on Hermione.

Draco goes to Hermione's bedside and sits down next to her. 'She looks like a doll' he thinks to himself. He lies down next to her seemingly lifeless body and listened to the sound of her steady heartbeat and deep breaths.

"How could you do this to yourself?" he asks the sleeping beauty.

"Why would you want to?" he asks a bit more exasperatedly.

"What happened to you?" he truly asks, wanted to know more than anything.

She wakes the next morning to nothing but white. She feels nothing and hears nothing…nothing.

"Am I dead?" she asks aloud.

Suddenly, she hears the shallow breaths of her love, Draco. Then she feels them on her chest. Then she fells the heat of him. She looks down to his sleeping form and tears fill her eyes.

"God I'm sorry." She cries.

The sound of her voice instantly wakes Draco from a restless sleep.

"Hermione." He cries as his head pops up. He looks over to her and he sees the tears flowing down her cheeks.

"God Hermione, what happened?" Draco pleads pulling her into his arms.

She cries harder and curls up into his arms, resting her head on his chest openly sobbing into his shirt. He pulls her closer, trying so hard to just make her feel better.

"Please tell me what happened." He begs.

"I can't!" she cries.

"Why not?" he asks, but she doesn't answer, "I can't."

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