A/N: OMG. I am so sorry I haven't been updating. There's been so much stuff happening in my personal life, and I haven't found any time for writing. I've just been stuck in writer's block for like… ever.

If you couldn't tell yet, so far every other chapter has been in one's POV. First was Hermione, second Draco, and now it's Hermione again. Just in case you didn't get the format.

Oh. Random fact. "Polly" by Nirvana was inspiration for the first chapter and kind of the story. I heart Nirvana. I wish Kurt hadn't died. He could've made some kind of difference in the world. But anyway.

This chapter is sortof a songfic with You Know You're Right by Nirvana.

Here's more on our poor confused Hermione. 33333

Chapter 3: You Know You're Right

Hermione hadn't been doing well lately. She had been cutting even more because… of her thoughts of a certain someone. She had always had feelings for Draco. Ever since she first saw him on the first day of Hogwarts. It just killed her because he seemed to hate her. Would her love forever be unrequited? He seemed perfect for her. He seemed like the kind who could and would always pay attention to her. Always be there for her when she needed. And she could be there for him… and protect him from all the uncertainty of the world. She longed to be understood. He could understand her. Why she does what she does. All of this she has to keep secret… and it also hurts to keep everything bottled up inside.

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you

Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

She'd never have the courage to do anything about her love. He hates her. So it seems. Perhaps there is more to him, like there is to her? After all, no one tells the truth about themselves. There's always another side no one will ever know, until they find the one person who can make them complete. The one person who can show them who they are. Who can give them what they want in life. All Hermione wants is freedom. Truth. Beauty. To be understood, and understand. She wanted someone who would take care of her, but at the same time was independent… but still liked to be taken care of as well. Draco seems like he's just endured so much pain in his life… Hermione just wanted to be able to take it all away.

I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put in to this
I always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain

Because of all this uncertainty inside of her, she couldn't feel pain. She feels like she's dead inside. She had been so emotional before… but now, she's just numb. She needed to learn how to live again. She needed someone to confide in. She couldn't keep everything inside forever. Doing that had already killed her.

I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

Running everything in her mind over again, she just wanted to get away. She couldn't stand it anymore. All of this… what's the point? What is there to keep fighting for? What is worth living for? Everything she so strived for… she would never receive anyway. Just to get away…

I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain

You know you're right…

She found herself once more in the bathroom, all of this going through her head. She had always been a failure. She never did anything right.

She just wanted to die. She just wanted to escape. After all, freedom is after life, right? When you've escaped all its cruelties and uncertainty?

She knew how to do this. "Down the road, not across the street" as they say. You don't slash your wrist to open the vein and bleed to death. You open it from top to bottom.

She raised the razor and positioned it over the vein on her left arm. She closed her eyes, pressed down slightly, but nothing happened.

She never could do anything right. Everyone just wanted her to be perfect, and why? For what purpose is perfection?

She didn't deserve to be free. She instead deserved her own "personal hell" as she called it. She would live on, in darkness, and in doubt. Maybe even, just to damn herself even more, she'd make herself immortal. Find a Sorcerer's Stone. Something. She couldn't really think anymore. She had already thought too much.

She sighed, and lowered the razor to a bare spot on her left arm. She sank it in deeply, and pulled it slowly back and forth. Seconds later, blood surfaced. She repeated this process until that spot was filled with fairly deep cuts that were about an inch long each. Ah, relief. Hermione liked hurting herself. She just… liked it. It made her feel better. Like, one cut, and all your problems disappear. It's magical.

She felt okay enough for today. Hermione packed up her supplies, not even bothering to bandage these cuts up, and headed to bed, where at least she could be temporarily free.

But, unfortunate for her, she didn't see Draco watching this whole process from inside of the invisibility cloak he stole from Harry Potter, only a few feet from her, paused in shock, unable to do anything to save his beloved

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EDIT: No kiddies, cutting is not a good thing. It does not make your problems go away. SO DON'T DO IT! Oh, and I know Malfoy couldn't just steal Potter's Invisi-cloak. But it's my story, and here in my world, anything is possible. Eh, I won't mention it again. OO Because you're right, now –that- is cliché. 3