Hermione stared out of her window. She had closed it a while before because it had started to rain. She watched the rain travel down the window- pane and was reminded of the game she used to lay when she was a little girl. She let a tear roll down her cheek as she watched the water molecules race each other down the window.

Hermione roughly wiped away her tears mentally kicking herself. She promised herself that she would no longer cry but now it seemed that crying was all she was able to do. The days had dwindled away slowly and she tried to force her mind back into it's rhythm.

But she knew that it was no use. Things would never go back to the way they were. To many things had changed. She had changed. They had changed. Her whole life had changed. Slowly she remember the morning of her parents funeral.

Flashback

Hermione stood to the side and watched as the men lowered her mother's coffin into her grave. A lone tear trickled down her cheek. She turned her head and watched as they lowered her father's coffin into his grave. A second tear trickled down her cheek.

Walking away she dried her eyes. "I won't look back!" She told herself. But she couldn't do it. She climbed into her car and watched as they began to shovel the dirt on their cold bodies. Turning on the car she cried some more. The song that blared out of the radio was matching her mood so perfectly that she cried louder and harder. She let the words wash over her.

"All by myself! Don't wanna be all by myself!" Hermione had the sudden feeling that somebody was watching her. She lifted her head and looked into the icy gray eyes that had haunted her dreams since the Yule Ball in her fourth year. Quickly she wiped away her tears as he climbed into the passenger seat.

"Are you okay Mudblood?" He asked

"Just fine, Pureblood." There was no reason to hide it. They were two different people united by the evil that was magic.

End Flashback

Without notice a smile played on Hermione's lips. She remember that day and smiled. It was the first time she smiled since the last time she was with her parents. She smiled and cried and smiled some more. She smiled even more broadly as she pressed the blade of the razor into her calf. She cried as her blood stained her blanket. But then she smiled. And she kept on smiling. Because Tears are the words her heart uses to explain. When her smiles can no longer cover up her pain.