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A/N – Sorry for not updating but I've been busy and I've had (and still have) problems with writer's block
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Recap-
Malfoy continued to sit across from her. He stared at her, at her eyes. They were cold, so cold, lonely, and scared. A moment of realization dawned on him.
They're my eyes.
Bring Me to Life
Chapter 2 – Core
…leading you down into my core…- Evanescense, Bring Me to Life
They had arrived to the castle and everyone was seated, awaiting Dumbledore's opening speech.
"Welcome. Welcome to Hogwarts to all of you first years, and welcome to another year of Hogwarts to the rest. For some, this is your last year, and I hope that you all know what it is you want to do in this world. This world is one that is cold and unforgiving, but you must know that there are people in this world that is there for you. No matter how bad things get, I want all of you to realize that no matter how things are, I will always be there."
The speech continued with the usual, "The Forbidden Forest is forbidden," and the "The list of things banned from the corridors has been extended to include…" and he went on and on for about seven minutes on the list, considering the fact that Fred and George were officially in the joke business for over two years. The whole hall seemed to be listening with interests with a few "aww's" here and there as favorite Weasley products were banned, but two certain people weren't really listening.
Hermione sat at her seat. She felt as if what the Headmaster had said was directed at her.
M-maybe it was…They do say he doesn't miss a thing…
At the Slytherin table, Malfoy felt the same.
That nutter is insane if he thinks I'm going to him for anything!
"and I have one more thing to say. Tuck in."
As usual, Dumbledore did a bit of wandless magic with his hands and the food appeared.
I wish I could do that said Ron before he started to fill his plate with every single edible thing within reach.
"Yeah… I wish I could do wandless magic too." Said Harry.
"I didn't mean wandless magic! I meant making food appear…"
Harry snorted into his mashed potatoes.
So typical, thought Hermione.
This was always how it was. Ron would make a joke and Harry would laugh, while Hermione would simply sit there. The only thing they ever really talked to her about was Quidditch, her helping them with their homework, and how evil Professor Snape was.
Not once did they ever ask her if she was okay, if she needed to talk, if she needed help.
But it was too late now, she was in too deep. It was as if she lived with this core inside of her. It stayed hidden. It was filled with so many feelings she couldn't quite place. She knew, however, that one of those feelings was one of loneliness.
No one could help her; no one could understand her.
No one knows how alone I feel inside.
Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table, staring at the back of a head of a certain Gryffindor.
She cant possibly be feeling any of the same emotions as I am. Shes a Gryffindor. Shes been born to lead a happy life, a life in which she is allowed to make her own decisions. Not like me. Everything is already planned out for me. Hes dead already, and yet he continues to control every aspect of my life with that stupid will of his.
Malfoys life seemed to be the perfect one. He was born rich. His very image screamed old money, down to the sneer, the hair, the eyes, the way he carries himself, and even the way he speaks. It irritated him. Every single aspect of his life was planned. It was always, when your father dies you will have to do this and this and this. He had to uphold the Malfoy name, handle all of the money. He even had to marry that Parkinson wench.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He felt his arm rise, he felt it descend, but he couldnt feel the pain of his hand connecting to the hard table.
CRASH
A deafening sound suddenly filled the Great Hall and heads turned to see Draco Malfoy standing over the table, his hand supporting him as he did so.
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath as she felt a force vibrate through her. She turned around to see the livid face of one Draco Malfoy. Apparently, he had, out of the blue, slammed him hand on the table. She watched him as he left the Great Hall in a hurry, most likely to their dorm.
Malfoy hurried out of the room, anger blinding his vision as he made his way through the corridors.
He couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't fair! She doesn't have to do anything!
WHY ME?
Does he hate me that much? Does he hate me so much that he can't even stand the sight of me?
Hermione, for the second time that day felt her test tighten with pain, but she couldnt let herself cry. She couldnt let anyone know the pain she felt. She didnt want to be like Moaning Myrtle, forever stuck in a toilet stall, crying constantly.
She sat through the feast without eating another thing.
"Ron?" whispered Harry as he sat up in the dark of his dorm room.
"Hnn?" said an extremely tired Ron; he had eaten way too much and felt the need to sleep it off.
"Did you notice anything wrong with Hermione?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"She wasn't eating anything at the feast."
"You know how she is. She's probably so excited that the school year is starting that she couldn't eat, or maybe she's started that SPEW thing again."
"I don't know…"
"Just get some sleep, we have Quidditch practice tomorrow, remember?"
Oh, right. Said Harry, dropping the subject. Still, he couldnt help but feel concerned.
Hermione was once again alone in the privacy of darkness.
It was another hard day for her.
I deserve to relieve some stress.
She pulled out her knife once more. The cold, hard metal shone in the moonlight. She turned it to where the sharp blade would soontouch her scarless skin.
Another night. Another night of pain. Another night of loneliness.
A/N – I over did it with the sectioning, but i didn't want to resort to putting in Hermione POV ans so on. I updated! I'm making an effort to update. You all should make an effort to REVIEW!
