Hermione-

I scanned the book, drinking in the words as if they were liquid. They made my throat feel warm, there abstract scent making my heart flutter. I sat in the chair with my legs crossed guardingly as I heard Malfoy fumble around in the kitchen. Pots and Pans clinking together in a rhythmic way. I averted my eyes from the blinding white sheets, I watched him through the door way, he was but a mere silhouette fumbling in a heaven white light. His shoulders straight and his head held high despite his Incapability's.

Licking my finger with a raised eyebrow I flipped the paper revealing a new set of words to be laced together to form paint-less images. My eyes rocked back and fourth across the page, as a sail boat shuddering in the wind. I looked up again to find him standing in front of me. I jumped; Enough for him to know I had been startled. Bugger.

"There, There Granger, I only want nothing more than to strangle you." He said in a mock motherly tone. The dirt stained rag rubbing the pot he was holding in a derogatory way causing my nose to wrinkle in disgust.

"Very funny Malfoy," I began snatching the vile rag from his hands and placing my book on the arm rest of the green chair I had been sitting in. "What do you want?" I asked not bothering to make eye contact for I was heading to the Kitchen. I threw the rag in the trash can and flicked the knob for the faucet on.

"Oh, nothing in particular." He muttered glancing around the room as if it held some interest. I watched him through my slash like eyes, the soap disinfecting my hands as I rubbed them furiously.

"Well then you can kindly leave me alone." I stated, drying my hands on a fresh towel that I had pulled out from under the sink. I folded the decorative cloth neatly and placed it on the bar that separated the two sink compartments.

I noticed the cleanliness of the kitchen, It wasn't spotless but none the less, I wasn't the one who had cleaned it after we ate our dinner in silence. I quirked an eyebrow.

"Malfoy I'm shocked at you, I always thought you to much of a man's man to go off and clean like a house wife!" I said with my best sarcastic glee. He grimaced at the word 'cleaning'.

"I'm having friends over tonight, I didn't want the place to look like the usual disaster so I took matters into my own hands." He said from behind a smirk, it was almost as if the mischievous grin shielded him from ever thinking a kind thought.

I felt my body tense. My eyes began to water as I made fist with my hands. He had just offended me on three levels. I was okay with the usual insult, but to say I leave the place a disaster awoke some sort of beast in me. I lost all composure, though my face didn't crack.

Inside me a bomb had gone off, my thoughts were irrational seeking only to destroy. I walked back to my chair showing only an expression of gloom its gray nature projecting through my face when inside I felt murderous. I sat, picking up the book and flipping the page once more. I wasn't focused on the jet black ink that littered the white pages.

My head was throbbing, the knock on the door didn't help. I quickly reached up to grab my head as if it would break from another loud noise, as if it would shatter like glass cutting through the gloss covered wood on the floor.

I rocked back and fourth on the chair, my head in my hands as if holding the fragile crystal together. The murmur of my thoughts grew louder, demons whispering in my ear. I heard the door squeak and clenched my jaw trying desperately to avoid another thump to my head.

There were footsteps entering the room banging like thunder to each step they took.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Asked Pansy pulling me out of my state of hell, I shook my head. My hair whipping my ivory skin as I did so. My vision was blurred.

At that point I had gone numb. I could hear nothing but my heart banging against my chest, as ceaseless waves crashing on a shore. And as the ocean drags more sand out to sea, with each thump I lost more rationality.

I jumped to my feet, they were carrying me. They, unlike my mind, seemed to know what was going on. They knew to get me out of there before I did something I would regret. I couldn't see, my feet saw for me. As they carried me out the door I felt my body press against someone else's, throwing them to the side carelessly.

My mind was in a state of shock, shock from the simple things that nettled me. From what Malfoy had said to me. I Began to run, my feet pounding at the marble floor to the rhythm of my heart. I wasn't thinking. Rage had blossomed inside of me, a black flower blooming in the pit of my stomach.

I found myself outside, a light breeze blew pulling lightly at my hair. The moon was shining, its face glowing happily as it sung a soundless tune to ad to the beat of the wind. The lake glittered, thousands of sapphire jewels spread across a black cloth. The gentle ripples hugged the shore, the pitter patter sounds floating through my ears and caressing my thoughts.

My hand reached for my shirt pulling it over my head and throwing it on the damp grass to the left of me. I then reached for the tiny silver button on my pants. Tugging lightly at it, my fingers found themselves at the zipper. I slipped my pants off.

I walked towards the water, my eyes still set on the moon. The cool water stuck to my skin, goose bumps formed on my usually smooth outer shell. I closed my eyes as I walked further into the mysterious crystalline lake. My body floated, as if the water was doing everything it could to support me. It was my counselor, It was taming the heat of rage inside of me as my eyes stayed shut, my breathing becoming deep and slow.

Once I had completely calmed I realized I was in a muddy lake surrounded by filth and dirt. I quickly swam to the shore, my frantic motions causing the brown particles swirl around me.

I reached the shore, were my body gave way under me. As I lay there in the grass, the light breeze massaging my half naked body there was a loud crack behind me. I sat up quickly grabbing my cloths and covering my exposed body. I saw nothing but the deserted Hogwarts grounds an eerie sheen of translucent fog laying on the ground as a dying ghost. A feeling washed over me, replacing my disgust with the feeling of eyes boring into my skin. I was being watched.

I darted towards the doors of my refuge, prying them open I ran for my common room. The sound of self-created wind whizzed in my ears as I approached the portrait in which my safe zone was hiding behind. The portrait of a grim looking professor eyed me with a glimmer of astonishment noting that I was half naked.

I found my common room littered with boxes of chocolate liquors and empty wine bottles. My heart feel as if the contents had become led. My eyes filled with tears threatening to spill over my lower lashes. My body stung with disappointment, tiny needles pricking at my skin making me aware of more and more, I could hear my teeth grinding together, rubbing fiercely at one another.

I closed my eyes and made my way over to the stairs my sense of memory guiding me through my blind fit. My feet collided with something and my eyes sprung open to find them gazing upon a snoring Pansy Parkinson. I muffled a screech of rage as a tiny tear broke free from the stream that had gathered around my lower lid. I wanted to strangle her, to take my shirt and wrap it around her double chin. I stood in front of her for a while, my breathing frantic as I fought back hysterics.

When I found the composure that was hiding somewhere inside of my weary frame I slowly made my way up to my room. Each stair creaked under me, an orchestra scratching at my senses. What I found in my room wasn't any better.

The oak door opened to reveal Ron sitting on my fresh linens with a bowl of tomato soup, licking and sucking at the spoon savagely. I felt my jaw lock. I couldn't help but think the almighty lord wanted me to suffer. That he wanted me to have the constant feeling of anxiety that clawed at the inside of my body when surrounded by someone I thought to be inferior to me.

His bloodshot eyes shot towards me when he heard the door creak open. I stood in the shadows trying best to label my thoughts, it always helped when I did. He squinted his eyes to try and get a better look at the mysterious figure standing in the archway that was me. He placed the soup bowl of the mattress and stood, the strands of his hair seemed to illuminate the room, they hurt my eyes and didn't help with the head ache I had been battling for the past hour or so.

I quickly stepped into the silvery light that the moon had created in my room, its neon essence making Ron look frozen.

"Get that off the mattress its going to spill," I said shuffling over to my bed picking up the teetering bowl placing it on the oak floors. Ron swayed dangerously on the balls of his feet as I brushed past him.

"And you need to stop drinking," I began poking him in the chest with my index finger watching as his eyes rolled wearily in his sockets. "A nasty habit that is." I spat throwing my clothing in the hamper and dressing in my usual night gown. Ron feel back onto the bed, his head bobbing dangerously from side to side as he fought hard with his vocal chords.

His mouth hung open, occasionally stirring as he tried to speak.

"You're j-just a stupid Mudblood." He burped pointing at me. My eyes became three times their normal size. I stood with a smile on my face when inside that same bomb had gone off as before. My body became weak with anger.

"What? What did you say?" I whispered venomously my voice cracking slightly under the tornado that was destroying every logical action I could take that drifted past my dying conscious.

"I said." Hiccuped Ron his heavy eyelids draping over his opaque blue eyes as I edged closer to him with my fists balled. "You.. are a stupid.. Mudblood" he finished slowly wiping away the spit that had gathered near the corner of his mouth.

I was feet from him, his filthy language had disgusted me to a point of no return.

"You think so?" I murmured grabbing my embroidered pillow. "Yeah," He nodded a drunken smile shaping his rapidly aging features. "Its a shame," I hissed before wiping the disgusting smirk off his face.

I pressed the pillow hard against his mouth as if trying to wipe it clean, trying to remove the filth and dirt that had gathered there because of his last statement. He struggled underneath my grip flailing his arms trying to find any part of my body that he could hit. I wasn't going to stop, something had overtaken me. People had always underestimated my strength when I was angry. I didn't even know what I was capable of.. But I was soon to find out.

I could hear his muffled shouts coming from under the blood red pillow its beautifully curved writing looping across the weapon as a ballerina. He tried to push it of his face with the little strength he had left from his night of partying. My eyes rained upon him as I pushed the silky pillow harder against his face. He wasn't going to get away with talking to me like that. He had to be punished, he had to be shown that he messed with the wrong person.

He had stopped moving for a good period of time but I kept the pillow over his face, his arms draped down the side of my bed laying lifelessly as the sound of my ragged breathing filled the room. My aggression floated out of my body as a demon running from truth.

I slowly lifted the stuffed cloth from my boyfriends face. With a quick intake of breath I clasped my hand over my mouth in horror. What had I done? I shook my head not willing to except what was lying in front of me. His eyes stared blankly ahead lacking the soul that had been shining in them moments before when he so bravely pointed his finger at me. Death whispered on his chapped lips as they lay slightly open with not even slightest hint of a rattling breath.

My body shook violently as I pressed my hands to his chest and rubbed trying desperately to rouse him.

"Ron!" I said grabbing his shoulders and wiggling them fiercely. His body felt as if it weighed twice as much as usual, his eyes continued to stare blankly ahead. "RON! WAKE UP!" I yelled ignorantly as I smacked him hard in the face, his lifeless body jerking to the left as a result.

"No," I said falling to my knees. I buried my face into his chest, a small stream flowing from my ever-changing eyes. His mustard colored shirt wrinkled under my grip, his heart beat silent. His soul hovering slightly above my head.

A knock on the door woke me to a state of near reality as I shuffled around my room looking for nothing particular. "You can't come in!" I yelled tears glimmering on my cheeks, my nose clogged with misery. I stood in front of Ron's body wringing my hands.

To my absolute horror the door creaked open. My body tensed immensely as I saw platinum hair and blue eyes reveal themselves from behind the brown of my wooden door. What had I done..?