A/N: Hey everyone, thanks to all that reviewed. There weren't many, but there were still a few reviews. Umm, this chapter has some slightly graphic content as well as some attempted suicide content stuff. Read at your own discretion.
Chapter 2Hermione sat through the sorting ceremony, only paying half attention to what was happening. She let her mind wander during Dumbledore's speech of the general rules of Hogwarts, at least up until she heard her name and Draco Malfoy's name in the same sentence. Snapping back to reality, she soon remembered that she was the new head girl and that Malfoy was the new head boy. They would be sharing a common room together for the rest of the year. At least she was able to get away from Harry and Ron's concern for her, but she still had to deal with Malfoy and his endless taunts. It was amazing how he never tired from teasing Hermione, Harry, or Ron.
Not touching her food at all, Hermione sat staring at her plate all throughout dinner. The only time she talked was when Ginny came to sit by her and talk since they hadn't seen each other on the train.
"Hey Hermione, how was your summer?" Ginny asked without realizing how much of a horrible summer Hermione had.
Hermione never answered. Instead tears started flowing down her face as the thought of the summer opened up in her mind.
"Oh Hermione, Harry and Ron are really worried about you. They said that you yelled at them on the train. What's wrong? What happened? I'll listen; you can always count on me, Hermione, when you want to talk. Just know that, ok?"
Hermione simply nodded, not looking up from her plate. She knew she could tell Ginny what happened, but it was still to soon to talk about it. She wasn't sure when she would be ready, but she would have to do it eventually.
At the end of dinner, Hermione was ushered by Dumbledore to her new common room and dorm room that she would share with Malfoy. As she entered, she took in the new surroundings. It was exquisite in the room. The walls were adorned with many paintings; the wall color was decorated with the colors of Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. There were two desks an either side of the room with many large bookcases surrounding them. There was a very large couch in the center on the room with two armchairs facing the couch and a coffee table in the middle. The most striking feature was the large fireplace that was brightening up the whole room. The room was beautiful, but it made Hermione even more depressed. It made her remember the pathetic conditions she was living in when she was at the orphanage.
Checking out her bedroom, it wasn't much different. It was still very superb. There was a large mahogany, four-poster bed with a beautiful white comforter. All of the other furniture was mahogany. The bathroom was gorgeous. Everything was marble with many different tabs to push, getting out a different substance every time.
Although the room was beautiful it made Hermione feel colder inside. She wanted to curl up in her bed and cry herself to sleep, or even better, cry until she died. No amount of crying ever made her feel better; it just made her feel hollow inside. Instead, she decided to go down into the common room. Staring into the fire was always comforting to her; it was a way to forget her problems.
"This is a nice place we got here, Granger. Although it'll never be as good as home."
Hermione never answered, instead she sat down on the couch and curled up into a little ball, tears stinging painfully in her eyes, willing themselves to come out.
"What the bloody hell happened to you… and your hair?"
Still he received no answer. Hermione continued to rock back and forth.
Malfoy, freaking out about the present state of Hermione, walked over to her and shook her. She didn't even respond from the shake. Normally she would have yelled at him for touching her, but she was so empty inside, she didn't even feel Malfoy, let alone see him. Her eyes glazed over and she went into a sort of trance like state.
Malfoy decided to leave her like that and went upstairs to his bedroom to get some sleep.
Hermione finally coming out of her trance as she heard Malfoy's door close, ran up into her room and searched through her trunk for something. She was not allowed to keep this in the orphanage, so she hid it in her trunk. It had, somehow, come as a slight comfort for her to have. Hermione soon found what she was looking for, taking out a knife that had a long, sharp blade. She entered the bathroom that her and Malfoy shared and sat on the toilet. Closing her eyes she took the blade in her right hand and ran it over her left wrist, feeling absolutely nothing. She opened her eyes to see a shallow cut on her wrist. The amount of blood pouring out surprised her. It even scared her, but it comforted her. She soon closed her eyes, feeling the life being drained out of her. The warm blooded continued to poor down her arm and onto her lap. She then slipped out of consciousness and passed out on the floor.
Malfoy, wanting to use the toilet, walked over to his side of the bathroom. He noticed there was a light on inside so he knocked. "Almost done in there, Granger?"
When he heard no answer, he knocked again, but yet still received none. He slightly opened the door and peered around until he spotted the unconscious Hermione on the floor with a gash on her wrist and the floor covered in blood with the knife beside her. Rushing over to her, he tried waking her up, but she didn't respond. He assumed it was due to the amount of blood she had lost already. Afraid she was going to die, he scooped her up and rushed to the Hospital Wing, shouting at students the get out of the way as he ran.
A/N: Yeah, so that's the graphic stuff. I hope you weren't offended by it but its really essential to the plot. Don't forget to review.