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Back in the 3rd person, this might be annoying for some of you but I found I could write it more effectively this way.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
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You're Not Alone
Hermione softly closed the door to the library and stumbled over to the back of the room. Her heart was pounding against her chest and she felt sick at what she was about to do, it always made her feel sick.
"Hello, working again Hermione?", the new librarian asked, Hermione jumped and turned around, the new librarian was a short and plump lady with glowing red hair.
"Uh yeah....", Hermione replied, trying to keep her hands behind her back inconspicuously. The librarian tutted before smiling.
"Between you and that young ginger haired girl the books in this library will be burnt out", she smiled, "But still it's nice to see children learn for a change". With that she padded over to her desk and carried on with her work. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief before walking futher into the library and sitting down. She dropped the glinting silver from her hand and looked at it. All it was was a tiny knife, that's all, yet the power it seemed to have over her was frightening, and she could not longer control it. She reached out and touched it, her hand shaking. Who would have thought that Hermione Granger, smartest girl in her classes, friend of Harry Potter, was sitting in the school library, preparing to slice a knife's tiny blade across her arms? She shuddered and reached out again, this time she picked up the knife and held it to her wrist. She hesitated briefly before sliding it's cool blade across, not near enough the main vein to kill her but near enough for the pain and anger and depression to seep out and relieve her body of its burden.
"You promised you'd stop this", a soft voice commented, sitting down beside her and gently taking the knife out of her hand, "You promised".
"It's so hard", Hermione whispered, turning to look at the boy beside her, he looked at the knife and placed it on the floor, out of Hermione's reach.
"You can't go on like this, you need help", he commented. Hermione laughed humourlessly.
"Yeah I can imagine that, Class Geek needs a psychiatrist. Not only would my parents disown me for not being a 'perfect child' but my friends would ditch me in an instant", she commented.
"You're not a geek Hermione, and if your family and friends disown you then they never really loved you in the first place", Draco said gently. Hermione shrugged.
"Who needs enemies when you've got friends?", she asked dryly, "Better off alone if you ask me, no-one can hurt you that way". Draco sighed and settled down, he was going to be here for a while. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Hermione spoke.
"It doesn't really hurt anymore, just another reminder of how crap my life is at the moment", she said, her eyes stared out at the bookcase in front of her.
"It will get better, you will get through this, I promise you that because I'll be there for you every step of the way", Draco promised. Hermione gave him a grateful smile.
"You're sweet sometimes, just wish we could actually hang out like other normal kids", she sighed. Draco chuckled.
"You could imagine what would happen though can't you? Potter and Weasley would chain you to a pole and read out lists on why you should not associate with Draco Malfoy", he smirked, "Or the girls would beat you to death with their hairbrushes for hanging around with a Slytherin". Hermione laughed weakly at the visions which sprung to mind, but she wasn't really in the mood for laughing.
"They can be so small minded sometimes can't they?", she replied, "And pathetic". Draco shrugged.
"Can't say much. I'd get the same reactions from the Slytherins, guess half the school didn't evolve when the rest of the world did", he grinned, "They still run around with clubs to catch their lunch with". Hermione glanced down at the cut on her arm, it had stopped bleeding but the trail of blood was all the way down her arm to her elbow.
"Come on, you better get that cleaned up before someone sees, let's go", Draco suggested. Hermione stood up and followed him to the library door.
"Thanks Draco", she mumbled before hugging him and walking off to clean up the cut. Draco hesitated before reluctantly turning to return to the Slytherin common room, there was nothing more he could do at the moment.
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I would just like to say that I haven't actually read ANY of the Harry Potter books so my knowledge revolves around the fics I've read on here and the 1st film so I'm sorry if I've misspelt anything or completely muddled up Hogwarts (is that how you spell it?).
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