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WARNINGS: Self mutilation, Ginny with blue eyes, some femme action, AND mild violence.

Chapter 5

Ron looked at Harry quizzically and pointed to the hill at the back of the yard, "You mean the dip in the hill there?"

"Uh, yeah." He nodded.

Ron strode up the hill with purpose.

"Oh, and Ron," Harry called. "Don't be an insensitive jerk, okay?"

"Am I ever?" The red head turned and smiled jokingly. He turned back just as he reached the hollow.

Hermione and Ginny were locked in a close embrace. The older girl was crying and the younger attempting to sooth. She smoothed the brunette locks of hair until she heard the unmistakable voice of her brother.

"Gin, maybe I should talk to Hermione," he spoke to her like a child. Though, he was her superior by only a year.

Ginny stood up, her height reaching that of her brother. Their freckled noses almost touching when she leaned forward, eyes fixed on his. "What did you say to her to upset her?"

He reached out, put his fingertips on her sternum, and pushed her out of his face. "This doesn't concern you, alright. Now, move aside."

"Fine," she pushed him back and sat next to Hermione, putting her hand on her thigh possessively.

"I wanted to talk to her alone," his face was getting a bit red due to frustration.

Hermione looked up at him. "She can stay," she said simply through soft tears.

He stood for a moment, not actually sure what to say.

"Merlin, Ron, will you sit down, you're making me nervous," Hermione said shakily.

He obliged. He studied them. Ginny looked angry, her hand lingered on his girlfriend's knee. Hermione was quiet and distant. She was okay with the contact she was receiving from his sister. She leaned on the younger girl and stared off into the sky. He grew hot with jealousy when his eyes caught his sister's. She smiled at him, a taunting smile.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, eyeing up the situation.

Hermione was startled out of her little world and sat up. Ginny looked fiercely into his eyes, "What ever do you mean?"

"I mean the touchy feely with you guys and the distance from me all morning. What gives? Are you secret lovers or something?" He sat for a moment.

Hermione delved back into the abyss of her mind, not looking at anyone. Ginny stayed quiet, but her expression said much. She averted her eyes and her cheeks were tinged with pink.

He laughed and stood up, backing away. "You're kidding, right?"

No response.

"Answer me!" he shouted.

Hermione pulled her knees to her chest and started rocking back and forth. Ginny stood and made sure she was between them.

"What? I can't believe you!" His arms were up and he was sounding exasperated, "How could you do this to me?"

"I'm not doing anything to you," Ginny raised her voice. "It just sort of happened."

"How does it just sort of happen? Huh? 'Oops I kissed your girlfriend, oops my hand accidentally slipped into her knickers'. No Gin, it doesn't just happen." He was fuming. He shoved her hard.

She stumbled back a little, "What the fuck, Ron." She tried to throw a punch, but he gripped her forearm and she shrieked in pain. Not long after he let go, a spot of blood grew on her shirt.

"Ron, stop it!" Harry jogged into the base of the hollow. He shoved Ron, "Just take a breath and a few steps back."

"Did you know about this?" The angry male Weasley demanded, pointing at the girls.

"I figured she'd tell you," Harry nodded in the direction of Hermione, whom was still rocking back and forth.

Ron looked at her. She was afraid. Afraid of exactly what was happening. The yelling, stomping, pushing...

"I didn't mean to," she said in a quiet voice. She stood up and looked at them, one at a time. Harry: fearful, protecting, kind, worrisome. Ginny: upset, quiet. Ron: complete shock. After looking at them she stared off into the distance again. "You're good to me, Ron, but I'm just not in love with you. Sometimes I wonder if I ever was."

"Hermione, how can you even say that?" asked Ron, his voice quivering.

She ignored him and walked over to Ginny. The younger girl's arm was bleeding excessively. The brunette rolled up the auburn haired girl's sleeve and examined the damaged area. "You did it in the shower, didn't you," she stated simply.

Ron was flabbergasted, "What in the bloody hell happened to your arm?"

Hermione continued to sooth Ginny, "We need to get you inside and bandage this up." They began walking in the direction of the house.

Harry looked at Ron, "You were totally an insensitive jerk." Then he followed a bit behind the girls.

Ron was left to his thoughts and the red spot in the grass near where his sister had been standing just a few moments before.

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"OW! Bloody Hell, that hurts!" Ginny bellowed out and withdrew her arm from Hermione.

Hermione was sitting on Ginny and putting antiseptic on her arms. "Sh, you're fine. Just one more time okay? Please, Gin."

"Fine-- Ow!" She jerked away again. "Can you just cover them already?"

Tenderly Hermione took the white linen bandages and wrapped up the younger girl's forearms. A little bit of blood and disinfectant seeped onto the fresh cloth after a few moments. "There, that should do it." Then she kissed them.

Ginny examined her arms, "Thanks." She stood and turned to look at the brunette's beauty. She examined those eyes, those loving, wise eyes. "You know, you don't have to take your life apart for me."

Hermione rose from her seat. She took a pace forward. She was almost a head shorter than the girl with auburn hair, but those eyes could still look right in, penetrating deep. She wrapped her slender arms around Ginny's shoulders. "Yes, I did, because I love you. I could watch the person I love fall apart the way you were." She stepped back and took the younger girls hands in her own. She studied the white scars that twisted up Ginny's feminine biceps. "Look at yourself. You've been falling apart for years and no one has come to your rescue. Don't you think it's about time?"

Ginny smiled and nodded but continued apprehensively, "What about Ron?"

"We'll always be friends. Things weren't going to work out as lovers," she looked down at their intertwining fingers. "It was awkward kissing him; it was like if you were to kiss him."

Ginny grimaced.

"Yeah," Hermione nodded, "it just wasn't right."

"There are loads of girls who want him," the younger girl commented.

"I know. He'll have no problem getting over me," she sounded almost disappointed when she said that.

Ginny studied the older girl's features. "You okay 'Moine?"

She thought for a moment, and her brow de-furrowed itself, "I have you, of course I'm okay." She smiled and kissed her young lover.

Harry entered the bedroom and laughed. Ginny and Hermione pulled away abruptly, and then sighed in relief at the sight of the green eyed wizard. "For Merlin's sake, you girls have to be the biggest love sick puppies I have ever seen." He plopped down on the bed. "Are you doing okay?"

"Yes," Hermione nodded, "but I think I still need to talk to Ron."

"That just may be a better idea than what happened outside," he pointed out. "And, Gin, how are your arms."

"Much better, thank you," she smiled a very toothy smile. "This time it won't scar as bad."

Harry cocked and eyebrow, "You do realize that you are a witch, right? You could just magic them away."

Ginny blushed, "Well, bloody hell. I feel kind of silly. Hermione, we could have just cast a spell to make my skin all better." Then she got a thoughtful look on her face as she glanced down at her arms.

"What ever you want to do. I can look a couple spells up if you want me to" Hermione offered.

"On second thought; I'm not sure about it. I mean, it would be nice to rid myself of my anguish ridden past, but I don't want to forget any of it," Ginny scoffed at herself. "I know I seem daft, but I wouldn't be me without the scars."

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Ron sat quietly in the hollow and sparked up a fag. He inhaled the toxic substances and then exhaled through his lips. The smoke surrounded him. He thought for a while. Finally, he decided what he needed to do. He put out the orange ember at the tip of the burned down cigarette, and headed towards the house.

(A/N: 007! I finished this chapter. I must be honest and say this took me a while to write, because I wrote this story on a limb, so it had very little pre-writing to it. That means I'm making a good portion of this up as I go along. Alright! Anyway, the last chapter should be added sometime... lol. Well I best be heading off. OH! R&R if you looooooove me! That means you Kittie! And also it means Marilyn, because I know you read this!)