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A/N- I am extremely sorry for not updating, but I had a project, which I got a B on because of my dad. I HAD an A, but my dad has a… problem. Well anyway, I wasn't able to go to school on the day I was supposed to present so I had a grade reduction, and this project was 15 of my final grade! Well anyway, I have exams this week, so school is almost over for me so I will be updating again. I decided to update on this fic more, because people seem to like this more than any of my other ones. Once again, I'm very, very sorry.
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Recap - She pulled out her knife once more. The cold, hard metal shone in the moonlight. She turned it to where the sharp blade would soon touch her scarless skin.
Another night. Another night of pain. Another night of loneliness.
Bring Me to Life
Chaper 3 – Numb
…where I've become so numb… - Evanescense, Bring Me to Life
Morning had come and so had another day of enduring for Hermione. She awoke with great difficulty. Light-headedness plagued her, as well as a slight headache one might feel if one were hung over, but this was no hang over. This was much, much worse, and the sad thing was… this was a regular occurrence for Hermione. She placed one hand on her nightstand and gradually pulled herself up, with great effort. She fell and sighed as she sat on the floor.
I-I'm overdoing it…Hermione made a move for her wand and muttered a strengthening spell, fearful of the possibility that she might wake Malfoy. She felt the light-headedness retreat and the wave of weakness leave her.
In the next room a Slytherin lay awake.
No mudblood at the door. Good, I guessed it worked.
Hermione's muttering had gone to waste. Malfoy had a habit of waking up even earlier than she when he was in a room unfamiliar to his own, but he had heard nothing. He had placed a sound proofing spell on his room the moment he had stepped in it. No sound could be heard from the outside, nor could any sound leave his room. Of course he had wanted it that way, often in the middle of the middle of the night he awoke screaming. He did not know why he did this. All he knew was that his screams were provoked by some sort of unpleasant memory his mind had blocked, a memory of a little girl.
He stood and walked over to his spacious walk-in closet, Thinking whilst he did so.
Like hell I'd show her any sign of weakness.
He pulled out his robes and trousers and pulled them on over his green silk boxers. His robes, they were black. They accentuated his pale features, giving him a look of godliness. He made his way to his private loo and did his morning routine. He looked at his reflection in the wall-sized mirror.
Perfect.
As it should and always be.
Even bed hair could not make him look poor in the slightest. Only one of the very few benefits of being rich he had liked.
He finished his routine and made his way back into his bedroom. He packed his black leather satchel with necessary school supplies.
When he was satisfied that he had enough parchment, ink, and quills for the day he packed his books. Arithmancy, potions, and history of magic were on his list today. His mind wandered momentarily as he thought of care of magical creatures. He would be having that class today too if he had not dropped it. He now needed that extra time for head duties.
He made his way into the common room, locking his door behind him.
On the other side of the room another door, identical to that of his, opened and Hermione stepped out. They looked at each other in the eyes momentarily. Malfoy ended the moment with a glare as he made his way down a small, winding stairway which led him to the second floor of the heads' quarters. Wordlesssly, he left Hermione at the top of her flight of stairs with a downcast look on her face.
He hates me that much…Hermione waited a few minutes before leaving the quarters, doing her best to put as much distance possible between herself and Malfoy.
It was still fairly early in the morning as Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor common room. She had promised she would wake up Ron and Harry for their quidditch practice.
"Potentia." Muttered Hermone to the Fat Lady.
She stepped into the familiar common room as a wave of sadness came over her. It had only been one night, but she already missed sleeping in the dorm with the others. She ascended the stone steps and opened the door carefully, doing her best not to wake up any of the other boys by accident.
She decided to wake up Harry first.
"Harry… Harry…"
She prodded him a bit and waited. He stirred slightly then he opened his eyes slowly.
"'Mione? What are you doing here?"
"You asked me to wake you up, remember?"
"Oh…" said Harry. He stood up and yawned, "right. Thanks."
"No problem."
She turned to leave, knowing that Harry would wake up Ron himself. She felt a hand grasp her shoulder slightly.
"'Mione? I wanted to ask you… are you alright?"
Fear invaded her body and she paled a bit
He suspects something.
She put on yet another one of her "smiles."
Even in the darkness of the room, Hermione could tell that Harry was deeply concerned, but she just couldn't tell him anything. He wouldn't be able to understand.
"I'm fine."
Harry felt nothing from that smile. It was lifeless, like she was…
Hermione had changed. It was as if she lost the will to live. He knew something was wrong. He didn't feel any emotion from her. It was as if she were numb from all feeling, but Harry was wrong. Hermione felt loneliness.
A/N – Again, I am sorry! I just can't stop saying it. I hope updating makes up for it a little bit. Please review!
