Love By Silver Chapter 1: Nightly Manuevers, a harry potter fanfic

Love By Silver: The "True" Story of Hermione Granger

Introduction

Hermione Granger. Always living up to other's expectations. Behaving, getting good grades. Always. But what would the world do if it knew the real Hermione?

Chapter 1: Nightly Maneuvers

"Oh, bad Hermy-own. You did it again." Hermione Granger muttered to herself, out of her mind on Vicodin she had smuggled from her parent's medicine cabinet in the Muggle world. She was sitting cross-legged in the Girl's bathroom, very late at night, carrying out her high in dangerous deeds. Hermione had out her razorblade, doing the "bad thing" again. She had the left sleeve of her uniform pulled up on her arm, exposing her scars and a few recent cuts to the rest of the world. The flash of silver back and forth became hypnotizing. Revealing a crimson river to flow down the pale, scarred flesh of her forearm. Ah, the relief. Such a wonderful escape from her everyday life that was ruled by other's thoughts and expectations of her. Hermione soon tired of that a long time ago in the beginning. She wanted to live her own life. Her way. She had been a cutter for a few years now, hiding scars/cuts and weapons she used to make them well. No one knew. And if she could help it, no one would ever find out.

"Stop now, Polly. That's enough for one day." Hermione struggled to stand, her body weak from blood loss and a mild overdose of Vicodin. Not enough to hurt her. Just get her really high. She led herself to the nearest sink, and washed the blood from her arm. She took out some bandaging from her pocket and began dressing her cuts. "Whoops," She muttered ineptly to herself, after realizing she had been bandaging the wrong place. Once she found where the gauze was needed, bandaged her arm up, and placed her razorblade securely back into the pocket in her bag, Hermione headed to bed. She was very clumsy and couldn't see because it was so dark, and got lost several times. When she finally found her way to the Fat Lady, two hours had already passed since she first got to the Girl's bathroom.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked sleepily.

"Potpourri." Hermione said shakily, and made her way through the portrait's opening.

"You really shouldn't be out this late you know, dear!" the Fat Lady called after her before the portrait door closed.

Hermione managed to find her way to her dormitory, and quietly tried to find her way to her bed withought waking anyone up. She did, and withought even bothering to remove her clothes, fell face-first onto her bed into an uneasy rest.

/Please R&R, I hope you like it! Yes, I know Hermione would most likely not be like this, but it's my story to do what I like with it. More to come later! Sorry for a short chapter.