Hermione hadn't spoken to Harry or Ron again for about a week. Harry tried speaking to her but had no luck because she kept making an excuse to leave the room.
"How long do you think Hermione can go without talking to us?" Ron asked as they were on their way to potions again.
"Don't know but she is doing a really good job so far" Harry replied looking at the ground.
"I miss her" Harry blurted out after a while.
The got in potions and Hermione was sitting where she had sat in all there classes together. At the back.
"Hermione come up and sit with us" Harry thought he would at least try.
"Go away Harry" Hermione mumbled and opened her books.
"Hermione im sorry" Harry apologised. "I just want u back"
"Well it's to late for that Harry" Hermione looked at the desk as tears slowly fell from her face.
Harry decided to leave her even though it was killing him seeing the pain in her eyes.
The visit to Hogsmade had come around and as per usual Harry was unable to go and Hermione didn't want to go. Ron went with Seamus and Neville.
Hermione had the common room to herself. Harry wasn't going to bother her and decide to go study in the library.
"I can do this!" Hermione said to herself. "Maybe I should tell someone? But then they will kill me! What am I going to do? I do love Harry. Very much. I wish i could just tell him and it would all be better" Hermione was pacing up and down in the common room.
Harry made his way to the common room. He was thinking about Hermione. He didn't want to leave her alone. He should try again. They couldn't get any more distant as they already were. He should just have the courage to sit with her in the same room at least. Harry got to the door and spotted hermione. He heard her talking to herself and thought he should wait till she had finished so he made sure she couldn't see him but he had a view of her.
Harry couldn't make out what she was saying. He saw her sit on the chair and he deicide to go a little closer. He made out what she had in her hand. She pulled up her sleeve. Harry could see she had done this before. Then she drew the object to her arm and slowly drew it across her skin as drops of blood fell to the floor. She then grabbed a cloth and pressed it against the cut. The razor had healed her emotionally. She then leant over and cried. Although she was crying she felt stronger then she had before she cut. Just like the other times.
Harry watched in horror. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had heard or girls even guys doing this in the muggle world but never in the wizard world. Maybe that's one of the problems in hogwarts. They taught you all about wizardry but never anything about growing you or how to deal with realistic things. Harry felt awkward. All he wanted to do was run up to her and hold her to tell her everything would be all right but something told him that that would make it worst. So he watched in agony the person he loved most in the world suffer worst then he had ever seen anyone suffer.