(a/n The first chapter, must I say, isn't my greatest work. Read through it and I guarentee youll enjoy the second and whatever comes after. Rated M for cutting, and attemps of suicide. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, its a new computer and I haven't bought Word yet so I am stuck with Wordpad. I have no idea if its a happy ending because I am still writing and whatever I want to write, it will be written, please comment suggestions though...I want ice cream!)
Chapter One
Blaise grabbed Hermione's hand carefully and they both began to run towards the front doors. Soaking wet, Blaise laid his hand on the handle and tugged open the heavy door. They raced up to the Slytherin common room hand in hand and entered at the portrait of the Serpent.
They walked into Blaise's room, glad to be out of the pouring rain. Hermione shook her umbrella dry, splashing him with water as she did so.
"Granger..." he snarled playfully. She let out a smirk in responce. Pulling her fully into the room, he shut the door and pinned Hermione up against the door. He tossed aside her umbrella before turning his attention back to her. Looking at her through hooded eyes, he slid her drenched cloak off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Hermione's breath caught in her throat.
His numb hands unclasped his black cloak and eased it off him, letting it fall to the ground as he kissed her gently. She sighed, her hands skimming his arms and chest as his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
Hermione stepped back and traced his jaw line with a finger, turning his face towards hers.
"Don't start this now," she sighed as she stepped back and pouted, "you know I have to leave." Blaise knodded his head and stepped out from infront of her.
She stepped out of the portrait whole and out of the dungeons up to the Gryffindor commonroom.
"Cristaux de glace" she said in a whisper. Hermione walked up to her room and pushed the door slightly, listening to the creaking as it opened. A faint glow filled her room from a candle lit on her dresser. Next to her dresser was a beautiful girl sitting at the end of Hermione's bed. Her face hidden behind her beautifuly curled amber hair. The scent of tears could faintly be smelled in the mix of Lavender and vanilla scents floating around the room. Tears trickled down her flushed face and formed small puddles on the floor beneath her. It was only when her toes touched the salty puddles did she realize that she was crying. Hastily, she brushed away her tears and pulled her feet up onto the bed and held them against her chest.
Hermione slowely walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Ginny, whats wrong?" she said softly as she sat down beside her. Ginny looked up. Her beautiful blue eyes glistened with tears.
"Ron..." was all she could get out.
"Ron?" she questioned. "What happened?"
"They're sending him away." she said as she broke out in tears again. Hermione was speachless for a moment.
"...but...why?" she said in a whisper." Ginny froze. She began biting her thumbnail, trying to figure a way to tell Hermione.
"He cuts."