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What did I do wrong?
Hermione sat against the wall still in the harshly quiet corridor. The time flew by while she contemplated this question. Finely the sight of her blood covered watch on her equally blood covered arm brought her out of her trance like thought. 2 AM? Hermione panicked… she had been sitting out in the hall for hours. She quickly stood getting a head rush and almost fell back down mostly due to the pain in her stiff back. Once everything became clear again she swiftly walked over to the portrait and spoke the password. She walked through the common room to find Neville asleep on his charms essay. Hermione almost felt like she could speak anymore for she had been silent for god knows how long. Almost amazed with herself she let sound escape her lips and shook Neville, "Neville! Wake up … go to bed, it's late!" Neville groggily stood and nodded and muttered something about blood stains, Hermione disregarded the comment and guided Neville to the stairs of the boy's dormitory. Hermione dragged her tired body up to her dorm and into the shower to ride herself of these awful blood stains. She didn't bother to remove her clothes; she just took her shower with them on. When they were less red, and more pink she took her clothes of and washed the memory of the previous day out of her skin. Done in the hot water she slumped out of the shower fighting to keep her eyes open. She grasped her clothes, but felt something hard in her skirt pocket. Surprised she dug around in her pocket coming out with Ginny's dagger. She had completely forgotten what she had done with it. Now she stared at it with such fascination she never knew she had. She held it by the blade and pressed her finger to the side of the point. A bubble of blood formed on her finger tip and she gasped. No she would never figure the satisfaction of self harm, she was too practical. She would never feel what Ginny felt, no matter how hard she tried. Disappointed with her inadequate attempt to feels Ginny's pain and pleasure she walked sadly to her trunk and hid the blade in with her socks. She passed Ginny curled up in bed on her way to the trunk, she paused and glanced at Ginny's red stained hand placed near her also red mouth. Hermione shuddered. She thought about how someone could possibly make someone feel so insignificant that they would have to harm themselves like this, Harry. Harry had made Ginny do this to herself, and Hermione would get back at him. Hermione would make Harry feel like he had to injure himself to feel something other than embarrassment and pain.
Harry buried his face in to his pillow in disbelief of what he had just done. He had fucking kissed Draco fucking Malfoy. What the fuck was wrong with him?
No I didn't do it. I couldn't have done it… would I actually kiss Draco? Why though? Have I really stooped to Crabbe and Goyle's level, kissing a guy? … just cause I'm bored and horny? I'm so screwed … what'll I do tomorrow?
Harry heard moaning from across the hall.
Oh great now Draco's off fucking some slut, am I nothing to him?... Wait why would I be something to him… what the hell is with me? I'm not gay! Is Draco gay? Is he fucking some guy? Draco would kiss someone else? What a fucking slut HE'S MINE! What NO HE'S NOT! Why do I keep thinking that? Draco's not mine… i'm straight damn it!
Harry decided that he was being crazy and got up to talk to Draco right after he heard the moaning stop. He opened to door just in time to see a somewhat familiar girl stalk out of Draco's room. He could see Draco, half naked sitting on his bed, a confused look plastered on his face.
Draco caught a glance of Harry and a brief look of pain and even deeper confusion flashed in his eyes.
"Next time keep it down or ill be forced to inform pro. Snape of you sexual activity" said Harry coldly.
Jealousy, that word raced through Draco's mind millions of times that night. He wasn't exactly sure why he was sure that was the reason for Harry's bitterness.
A/N: thank you for reading and I hope this is more satisfying than the last chapters. And if it is… or even if it isn't there is a little button about an inch away from where you mouse arrow is right now and it says "Go" press it … there will be a new window on your screen, it will have a text box, write in it, write about this chapter … write about previous chapter.. hello write about monkeys for all I care, just write SOMETHING!