His eyes cascaded her every being.
How the hell does he keep getting in here?
She quickly covered her cuts up and pretended like nothing happened even though something did, and they both knew it. Tears dribbled from her eyes, he had caught her in the act and she knew he would never forget it. But she was sick of hiding it. Hiding her scars, hiding her pain, hiding herself.
"Is this what you wanted to see? See me finally doing it? Is this what you wanted?"
"Actually, yes, yes it is."
She was surprised by his answer but at the same time, was expecting it. She went over and sat on her bed, refusing to look at him, just standing in the doorway with a smirk on, looking quiet smug.
She wiped the knife on her robes and slowly closed it, clicking quietly. She dropped the knife on the floor and picked her legs up, bringing them closer to her chest.
She could feel her warm blood soaking into her shirt but it didn't matter to her. For a long time, they stood still in silence.
Hermione could feel Draco's stare penetrating her, making her feel very uncomfortable. She wanted to ask him why, why he did this, why he was here, why...?
But nothing came out of her mouth, hardly even a breath.
(TWIST!!!!! FROM HERE ON, I WILL BE MAKING THE STORY IN FIRST PERSON. I WILL BE TALKING AS IF I WERE HERMIONE, I FIND I WRITE BETTER THAT WAY. OK, CONTINUE.)
I didn't want to look up at him for I knew he would look at me in that way that I hated.
That way that burned my soul and crumpled my heart.
That stare that froze my being and cut my breaths short.
The stare my father gave me in the dark all those nights ago. The thought of my father made me hug my legs more towards my body so they could never be opened again.
"So...you have everything you want and you just cut yourself because you want attention, I get it."
I couldn't believe he had just said that. He didn't know shit about me so why the hell is he trying to preach to me? He doesn't know a thing not a damn thing.
"What makes you think you know everything? For your information, that's NOT why I do it."
For the first time, I looked at him, his eyes were glaring into mine, making me feel cold inside.
"So, then, why do you do it huh, little miss perfect?"
GOD! I was so sick of everyone calling me that. I was not perfect. If they could just see...see what I have to put up with then they'd know why...why I do this and why I'm not so perfect after all.
"I'm not perfect."
I whispered, almost underneath my breath. There was another awkward silence. As I built up my courage to look at him again, I was surprise to see he was gone.
Oh no.
He's going to tell, I know it. I know him and now that he was proof that I do it, he's gonna spread it. I was afraid. Afraid what would happen when people found out. Afraid of what people would do when they found out.
Afraid that if it reached my parents what they would do. I had to find him. I had to find Draco. I would do anything to keep this a secret.............anything.
#$%$#
Draco sat as his usual set in Transfiguration, next to Goyle, in front of Crabbe. He was one of the first to arrive in class and I knew he was waiting for me. As I walked into the room briskly, the sight of him made my speed slower.
But I had to talk to him, I had to make him a deal. Keep my secret and I'll do whatever you want. As I approached him, he gave me the look he always gave me; a look of disgust. As I sat at my seat, in some way, I could feel his breath on my neck as if he were right next to me.
As I turned around, I saw him, dead on. His face straight and boney, pale and cold.
His eyes where the only color that showed up; a steely bluegrey that pierced my skin. I had to look away. I sat in class, unable to work, which was a first.
As soon as it was time to leave, I wanted to be out of there but I felt something holding me in my seat. I watched as everyone left except me...and Draco. As Professor McGonagall stepped out of class, she left me and Draco.
As I sat still, I heard him coming near. He sat dangerously next to me but I didn't look at him, I pretended not to notice.
"You know how fast news travels around here?"
I chose not to answer.
"Very fast. And news of a certain Gryffindor that is a cutter will travel extra fast."
"So, you haven't told anyone?"
He shifted in his seat.
"Not yet."
I had to tell him and this had to be the time. I wanted to say it calmly so it didn't sound like I was scared and desperate but I ended up just blurting it out.
"I'll make you a deal."
He raised his eyebrows, seemingly intrigued.
"I'm listening."
"Don't tell anyone and I'll do whatever you want."
He nodded his head, agreeingly, but said instead,
"I'll think about it."
"No, I need to know now."
I raised my voice a bit without noticing it but Draco sure did. He stood up, towering over me, looking down. Suddenly, he took hold of my neck.
"Don't talk to me like that or I won't think about and just say it."
He said angrily. Now, I was scared. Scared of my proposal. Scared of what he might make me do but I had to keep this a secret.
"Ok."
I said squeakily, hearing the fear in my own voice. He heard it too and smiled.
"That right. Well, I guess I will accept your measly little proposal."
He let go of my neck as I slinked back into my seat, fear washing over me.
"You're so weak Hermione. I don't know what you could possibly do for me."
Though he said that, he knew what he wanted from me. And he knew that now, he could get it.
Sorry its like shittah, I need right mood music. Review or youre poo.
How the hell does he keep getting in here?
She quickly covered her cuts up and pretended like nothing happened even though something did, and they both knew it. Tears dribbled from her eyes, he had caught her in the act and she knew he would never forget it. But she was sick of hiding it. Hiding her scars, hiding her pain, hiding herself.
"Is this what you wanted to see? See me finally doing it? Is this what you wanted?"
"Actually, yes, yes it is."
She was surprised by his answer but at the same time, was expecting it. She went over and sat on her bed, refusing to look at him, just standing in the doorway with a smirk on, looking quiet smug.
She wiped the knife on her robes and slowly closed it, clicking quietly. She dropped the knife on the floor and picked her legs up, bringing them closer to her chest.
She could feel her warm blood soaking into her shirt but it didn't matter to her. For a long time, they stood still in silence.
Hermione could feel Draco's stare penetrating her, making her feel very uncomfortable. She wanted to ask him why, why he did this, why he was here, why...?
But nothing came out of her mouth, hardly even a breath.
(TWIST!!!!! FROM HERE ON, I WILL BE MAKING THE STORY IN FIRST PERSON. I WILL BE TALKING AS IF I WERE HERMIONE, I FIND I WRITE BETTER THAT WAY. OK, CONTINUE.)
I didn't want to look up at him for I knew he would look at me in that way that I hated.
That way that burned my soul and crumpled my heart.
That stare that froze my being and cut my breaths short.
The stare my father gave me in the dark all those nights ago. The thought of my father made me hug my legs more towards my body so they could never be opened again.
"So...you have everything you want and you just cut yourself because you want attention, I get it."
I couldn't believe he had just said that. He didn't know shit about me so why the hell is he trying to preach to me? He doesn't know a thing not a damn thing.
"What makes you think you know everything? For your information, that's NOT why I do it."
For the first time, I looked at him, his eyes were glaring into mine, making me feel cold inside.
"So, then, why do you do it huh, little miss perfect?"
GOD! I was so sick of everyone calling me that. I was not perfect. If they could just see...see what I have to put up with then they'd know why...why I do this and why I'm not so perfect after all.
"I'm not perfect."
I whispered, almost underneath my breath. There was another awkward silence. As I built up my courage to look at him again, I was surprise to see he was gone.
Oh no.
He's going to tell, I know it. I know him and now that he was proof that I do it, he's gonna spread it. I was afraid. Afraid what would happen when people found out. Afraid of what people would do when they found out.
Afraid that if it reached my parents what they would do. I had to find him. I had to find Draco. I would do anything to keep this a secret.............anything.
#$%$#
Draco sat as his usual set in Transfiguration, next to Goyle, in front of Crabbe. He was one of the first to arrive in class and I knew he was waiting for me. As I walked into the room briskly, the sight of him made my speed slower.
But I had to talk to him, I had to make him a deal. Keep my secret and I'll do whatever you want. As I approached him, he gave me the look he always gave me; a look of disgust. As I sat at my seat, in some way, I could feel his breath on my neck as if he were right next to me.
As I turned around, I saw him, dead on. His face straight and boney, pale and cold.
His eyes where the only color that showed up; a steely bluegrey that pierced my skin. I had to look away. I sat in class, unable to work, which was a first.
As soon as it was time to leave, I wanted to be out of there but I felt something holding me in my seat. I watched as everyone left except me...and Draco. As Professor McGonagall stepped out of class, she left me and Draco.
As I sat still, I heard him coming near. He sat dangerously next to me but I didn't look at him, I pretended not to notice.
"You know how fast news travels around here?"
I chose not to answer.
"Very fast. And news of a certain Gryffindor that is a cutter will travel extra fast."
"So, you haven't told anyone?"
He shifted in his seat.
"Not yet."
I had to tell him and this had to be the time. I wanted to say it calmly so it didn't sound like I was scared and desperate but I ended up just blurting it out.
"I'll make you a deal."
He raised his eyebrows, seemingly intrigued.
"I'm listening."
"Don't tell anyone and I'll do whatever you want."
He nodded his head, agreeingly, but said instead,
"I'll think about it."
"No, I need to know now."
I raised my voice a bit without noticing it but Draco sure did. He stood up, towering over me, looking down. Suddenly, he took hold of my neck.
"Don't talk to me like that or I won't think about and just say it."
He said angrily. Now, I was scared. Scared of my proposal. Scared of what he might make me do but I had to keep this a secret.
"Ok."
I said squeakily, hearing the fear in my own voice. He heard it too and smiled.
"That right. Well, I guess I will accept your measly little proposal."
He let go of my neck as I slinked back into my seat, fear washing over me.
"You're so weak Hermione. I don't know what you could possibly do for me."
Though he said that, he knew what he wanted from me. And he knew that now, he could get it.
Sorry its like shittah, I need right mood music. Review or youre poo.