Chapter 8

Hermione woke up the next morning feeling warmth. She heard the smacking of gum and turned her head to the sound. She blinked her eyes but could not see anything.

"Oh good, you're awake." Hermione rubbed her eyes and then opened them again. She still couldn't see anything. What was wrong? "You passed out from drug overdose supposedly, uhm, wounds opened up on your arms and legs. Quite strange. It was like something came over you." A Brazilian nurse told her.

Hermione blinked again and then saw what happened the night before in her mind. Matt was holding her and Maura was screaming for help. Sounds of sirens and the red lights blared through the windows. Mason was running from an aisle with band aids, but the paramedics came in and took her away before he could take care of her. Maura, Matt and Mason all watched the ambulance drive away.

Hermione blinked again and could finally see. Her heart was racing. It was Gina Lloyd. "Are you alright." Hermione looked around the room and ignored her question. "Anyway, no one ever got your age. People said you were 21, but everyone knows they were just trying to save your sorry ass."

"Everyone?"

"Well not everyone, only a few people at the Inn know but Mason is trying to keep it under wraps. Everybody thinks it happened to some girl named Licia or something like that." Hermione looked at her arms. They were all bandaged up though. She looked at Gina. "Do you want anything?"

"Yeah, can you get me pizza or something? I'm starving." Hermione lied. She was perfectly fine. Gina nodded and then left the room. Hermione looked at the bandages; they were easy to rip off. She took the edge of it and slowly tore it off. Wincing in pain she looked at the cuts. They were bigger then before, bloodier looking. She touched the biggest one and her head ached.

Maura sat tiredly in between Matt and Mason. Mason didn't talk to her much; he was scared of Matt. Maura suddenly felt a pain in her wrist. She turned her wrist over and looked at her scars; they were swelling. She looked at Matt; he was sleeping. Mason looked over at her wrist.

"What the hell," Mason said. Maura looked at him and then up at a nurse. She got up and stopped the girl.

"Do you know where Hermione Granger is?"

"Yeah, do you know her?"

"Yeah, we're best friends."

"Oh; go straight down the hall and take a left and her room is on the right."

"Thanks," Maura ran off and Mason watched.

Gina glared at Mason. She hated him. "Watch your back, Mason." Gina said. Mason looked at her. He looked down at his hands as they started to sweat. He put them in a fist and then slowly let them go, only to see scars on his palm.

Amy sat across from Draco; they were studying in his bedroom for a Divination test. She laughed as he said a wrong answer. "Isn't that right? Werewolves can come out in the day too."

"No you stupid, werewolves are only werewolves at night." Amy giggled as he slapped her in the boob. She didn't mind it.

Hermione felt stinging on her legs and arms. She ignored it though. "Your so pervishly dumb, Draco."

"I really don't care because you like it." Draco said lying back on his bed. Amy threw her book to the side and got on top of him. She put her hands on his face and smiled.

"Who knew we would be together?" Amy asked.

Not me, Draco thought to himself.

"I'm so glad that you don't care what other people think of us. It's easy to be me now. It's easy to be around you." Draco grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her down on him. He felt an unusually sized swelling on her wrists though. He looked at them. Her scars were filling with blood and puffing out fast. Amy looked at it and became wide eyed.

Maura ran into Hermione's room. "What's going on, Hermione?" Maura asked. "Why is this happening here?" Maura raised her arm so Hermione could see the scars.

"I don't know, Maura! I thought it would go away."

"Well obviously it didn't. There's something wrong with the people down here, Hermione."

"Everyone was screwed up at Hogwarts too." Hermione mumbled.

"Oh shut up, Hermione! You were the most screwed up one of all."

"Well at least I left, right?" Hermione snapped.

"No one ever wanted you to leave. You left because you thought me and Draco had something going on. And now it's your fault he's together with Amy. He can't break her heart."

"So what, Maura. It's not like you ever cared. You were smitten with him. You treated me and him like toys. First you were my best friend and then put me back in the box to play with Draco."

"You just never stop holding grudges do you?"

"It's always been boys over best friends for you hasn't it? You're probably with Matt for all I know."

"I'm still with Harry; Matt and I just needed to get things straightened out."

"Yeah right, you're probably the one doing this. It never got this bad until you came, Maura."

"You're lucky I was here, Hermione. You would've been dead if I didn't follow you out of that club." Maura said. Hermione watched the blood drip off her finger tips.

"Your right," Hermione said. "Why would someone I trust with my life try to kill me?"

Then Gina walked into the room with two plates of pizza. She looked at the bloody floor. "Oh shit," Gina whispered. Maura looked at her and then at the floor. She looked back at her scars. They looked like they had just been cut into her flesh.

Draco rushed Amy into the bathroom and filled the sink with warm water. He pushed her towards the sink and but she pulled away. She hated the fact that water cured things. "Draco, stop it." She said tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Amy, put your arms in the sink."

"Draco, please!"

"What is your problem, Amy? Just put your arms in the sink!" She looked at the sparkling water and started to feel limp. He finally forced her arms into the sink and sparks flew from the cuts, blowing the two back into a door.

Amy screamed in pain. Draco got up as fast as he could, his legs hurt though. He picked Amy up and ran into his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and looked at the scars. They looked more burnt then sliced. What had just happened?

"Amy, what did you use to cut yourself?"

"I didn't Draco," she said through weeping. "They're burns." Draco looked at her. She didn't cut herself? Then how did Maura pick up the habit?

Maura wiped up the blood as fast as she could off of the bathroom floor. She couldn't let anyone see her like this. All panicked and bleeding. She breathed heavily as the water ran over the cuts, stinging them. A knock on the door echoed on the cold walls.

"Hold on," Maura said. Blood splashed and stained the white sink. Tears warmed her eyes. Her breathing got heavier.

"Maura let me in." Hermione's familiar voice said. But she busted in the bathroom anyway, hearing the soft cries of Maura. She looked at her cuts; gushing with blood.

"What the hell is going on Hermione?" Maura cried.