Til death do me apart

by Natta

Hermione has some problems, and when they cause her to be bullied by her fellow classmates, they multiply. Will anyone help her before it’s too late? Warning! Contains eating disorder anorexia and self harmself injury.

5. A veil of darkness

Hermione had a new ritual now, eat no lunch, purge after dinner and cut her arms at night. She was still only using the piece of glass, but was wanting something more. Eating at dinner made her body think she was full even though she threw up after. It also made people think she was eating. It didn't make the bullying stop though. It turned out that the only reason the slytherins didn't bully her before (well they did, but not to this extent) was that Harry and Ron, well mainly Harry, had been her friends.

"I guess the fact that Harry did all those things and that he's Dumbledore's favorite kept them away," she thought, "or maybe just the fact that I had friends."

It seemed all her friends had abandoned her, not just Harry and Ron. Neville was probably too scared as he didn't want to be a target for the slytherins. Ginny, well Ginny was so caught up with boys she didn't notice stuff that went on around her. And Luna, she was bullied too. She hadn't said anything, but she was safer with Harry and Ron than with Hermione.

"I don't want friends anyway," Hermione thought, trying to be brave. "Friends would just fuss over my eating. It might be nice with someone to talk to now and then but…no. It's not worth it.

She went into the dormitories. The gryffindor girls didn't bully her, but they didn't talk to her either. You could probably say they ignored her. She didn't know which was worse. At least they didn't stare. She proceeded towards the bathroom to cut her arms again. She put the glass to her arm and sighed. It just didn't help anymore. She needed something better. But how would she get it? And what would she get? She left the bathroom heavy at heart. She went to bed even though the other girls' silent despise echoed and bounced off the walls, slapping her face.

She closed her eyes and forced out the awareness of the gazes upon her back of her head. She knew they talked about her. About how pathetic she was. Maybe a word of pity left someone's lips. But they never reached her ears.

A/N Sorry it was short! I'll try to make it longer next time!