Hermione lay in her room. Her life had seemed so perfect to everyone. She had come back from the summer holidays a young woman. Her curves had become curvier. Her hair straighter, darker. Her eyes deepened with the slight natural blush of her cheeks. She was beautiful. She had the attention of every male in the hall as she rushed in late from head girl duties. She was sharing a common room with head boy and school heartthrob Draco Malfoy She was smart. Best grades in the school. Perfect boyfriend, perfect life. She knew different. Abused at home. Empty feeling in the pit of her stomach that food couldn't fill. No one loved her. She was different. She was rejected. She was repulsive. She longed for her soul mate, her mùirn beatha dӑn. But no one wanted her. She was alone, her heart broken too many times. She was different now. She knew it. Why couldn't anyone else see it? She wanted to die.
To the person who is reading this,
You won't care, no one will, but I am leaving a piece of me for the world to remember. I don't care anymore. I am alone, and I hate it this way. I have been crying out for help for years, but no one listens. Why do I even bother, when it always ends in tears? Why does everything I do, confirm my deepest fears?
My heart is torn and broken
My soul shattered, in a heap
My other half, yet to be found
Afraid, to take the leap
But if you know it's now too late
The girl once known has gone
In her place lies solitude
Loneliness has won.
Have you read this far? Why haven't you given up? You don't care about me, no one does, I'm alone, I see, you're curious, well here's something to rest your curious mind: Good-bye.
Draco finished reading, and wiped away a tear. He watched them carry her body out of the castle. How could she not see how much she was loved, appreciated? He had loved her, and he had hidden it. Was it his fault that she was driven to kill her self? Stabbing herself repeatedly until the blackness came?
Draco couldn't stand it. It was too much. Was this how she had felt, before she took her own life, relieved, yet disappointed it had to end this way?
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jumped, feeling a moment of relief before a flash of black, and then nothing.
A/N: this fanfic is not related to the 6th hp book. I am not depressed for those who might not be wondering, I just feel a little sad because I was thinking of my cat who I had had since I was born and who died on my birthday. But who knows, Draco and Hermione may really be feeling like this, j.k. seems to give us hints because DM and HG are really angry/scared all the time.
elle: thankyou SO much for your review, I really appreciate it
Blackadder: of course there are Hermione fics posted on this site already, because this is FANFIC we are using characters already in existence, but we are STILL original because we are putting our own perspectives or characters into the story, as well as our own plots. And as for Voldemort, some authors wrote their stories, or had the idea befor the 6th book came out, some choose to IGNORE Voldemort because he is not necessary to their plot, or some (like me) put A/N's at the bottome, if you care to read them, that it's not related to the 6th book, AND not the mention the fact that my fanfic is the feelings of Hermione and Draco, ENTIRELY, that means no one else has any importance.
AND my characters aren't OOC because for all we know, because J.K. doesn't really give us peeks into any characters heads except maybe Harry's, they really could feel like that. Think about it! And it wasn't a try, it was a success, but really, thanks for your review.
Stravagante: Thanks for your review, its nice to know that people appreciate some of the things I do.
Blackrose Kitsune: Thanks heaps. I really like good reviews, btw, of course you can use my poem, I'm just actually surprised that someone likes my poetry.