A/N: this isn't full of my characters, they're J.K. Rowling's. All I own is the plot and Hermione's middle name. Please review, I promise to update more frequently
Oblivion
Chapter 1
Street filled with blazing lights of an ambulance. Crowded people filing to see what's happened. One lone girl, lying on a stretcher, wrists bleeding like streams, eyes closed, white as skin can pale to. All in slow motion it seems to us, while this frantic tragedy happens. No, Hermione Granger didn't fall down the steps of her house, no, she didn't cut herself while doing the dishes. Hermione MariEmilia Granger tried to commit suicide.
Let's back up to three months ago, Hermione just getting off the Hogwarts express, a train that goes to and from Hogsmeade and her wizarding school. Yes, she is a witch, whether her blood be pure or not, she is the most powerful the school has seen in a hundred years. Anyway, her depression didn't start just three months ago, no; it started way before Hogwarts even existed in her brain. Mione has had a very hard life despite what her classmates would have thought. She hid behind her studies and books for as long as she could remember. Best friends with the "The-Boy-Who-Lived" Harry Potter and "The Weasel" Ron Weasley, Mione was considered the brains of the trio full of Gryffindors. Not many people knew much about her, and neither did her two best friends. All they knew was little and far between of their protected, beloved Mione.
Also, there were the Slytherins who made her life a living hell, especially the Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy. She despised him so much; she would have killed him before attempting it on herself. She wished to rid the world of most Death Eaters before she died but didn't care anymore. It's not like she's depressed, she just doesn't want to live. Life is always so difficult and she didn't want to deal with it anymore.
Forward to present again, riding in the ambulance. Hermione is being rushed to the hospital, and no she didn't die, but that was only because of her strong powers preventing her from dying too fast. In her passed out state, she was reliving every good and bad moment at Hogwarts. Meds were trying to get the blood to stop flowing out of her inch deep knife caused gashes. An oxygen mask covering her beautiful face that only she didn't see, her honey colored hair flowing in a river down the side of the hospital bed she was placed on two minutes ago. Chocolate eyes behind closed lids could melt any guy, even Malfoy who would never admit it. With the blessed gift of curves in the right places at appropriate sizes, Hermione was a goddess that never knew it. Her few freckles were standing out like red acne on picture day, as she was so pale under the florescent light of the hospital. Right as they got her conscious again, she thought she heard Draco's voice calling out to her…
A/N: There's the cliffy for you. Review and I'll write more. Simple thing there, click review and type a message, lol. I hope you guys like it.