"What's so funny?" Ron asked between bites of food. "Nothing, Nothing at all," she
said in a mischievous tone. "If … you say… so… Mione," Ron stated dully. Hermione
laughed, but this time to herself and only herself. It's such a relief that Draco didn't find
out about me, she thought to herself. Meanwhile, across the Great Hall, Draco was lost in
thought and hadn't even touched his full plate. I really hope that Hermione didn't notice
last night. I just pray that she doesn't catch me, he thought to himself. Do I like her or
don't I? Is this just some random thing where we hook up or am I really in love with
Hermione? I need to figure this out soon. With that he got up and headed back to the
Head's Dorm.
Once in the common room Draco moved silently, but hastily towards the conjoined
bathroom. There he fished in his pocket for a bit until he found it. He pulled out the razor
and pulled up his left sleeve. He started at the top of his already scarred arm and dragged
the razor swiftly down his arm. He did this three more times before switching to his right
arm. After he cut once in his other arm, Hermione walked through the conjoined
bathroom.
She was horrified to find Draco with a razor in his hand and blood everywhere
including his clothes and the floor. She ran to him quickly and carefully took the razor
from him. She set it down next to her so as not to make him angry. She looked at him and
could, for the first time, see what was really in his eyes. It wasn't hate or deceit, it was
hurt and sorrow. Carefully, ever so carefully, she lifted up her sleeves as well. She had
similar marks to his that were very recent looking. She wanted to understand what had
caused him so much pain over the years. They sat in the bathroom holding each other
knowing it was going to be okay even though they didn't say a single word.