Questions

Hermione passed another week with no big surprises. Her friends asked questions, that was for sure, but she was skilled and always found her way out of it. Classes passed by as quickly as they came, no teacher fortunately asked her any questions, and none were worried about her grades, Snape turned to his old cold greasy get form, who didn't even acknowledge her in the classroom, well, that's what she thought, in reality he had been following her, and studying her reactions, if there was one thing he hated was to see a brilliant mind destroy itself and not be able to do anything about it.

It was lunch and Hermione was found herself pushing the food around her plate once again, Lavender looked at her worriedly.

"May, you haven't eaten in days!"

"I'm just not hungry." They all looked at her. Every single person who sat close by her tuned and now gave her the 'I'm worried about you' look.

"No, really, you haven't touched your food since we got here, what's up with you, and the classes, you're always in the back by yourself."

"Leave me alone Ron."

"No! There's something you're not telling us and I want to know!" she looked at him, she did appreciate his worries, but it was not the time for them. She reached for her drink, swiftly Ginny pulled back her sleeve, her deep cuts were now visible all over her arm, and covering it rapidly she blushed.

"I knew it! You hurt yourself! And that only happens to people who have real bad problems." Harry came closer to her.

"What is going on?"

"Nothing!"

"Than mind you explain what all of those cuts are for?" Ron asked irritated, he hated seen his friends hurt.

"Just leave me alone!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Who is it?" there were just too many questions, too many people. Standing up Hermione looked at all of them.

"You all stay out of my business; I'm old enough to know how to handle them." She whispered viciously, now that was a side they had never expected to see from her. Walking out of the Great Hall she never looked back, too embarrassed to, and too mad, how dare they intrude in her life like that as though they understood exactly what she was feeling! She shook her head furiously, they were just trying to help, but help was a word she had somehow erased from her dictionary.

Walking down the corridors she felt tears flow down her cheeks, she needed a way out, she needed peace, she needed her blades, they were the only thing that ever took her mind off the rest, not noticing where she was walking she bumped into someone, quickly wiping her eyes she looked at whoever it was.

"Sorry." Then she saw it was Draco Malfoy, sighing and looking at him with disgust she didn't wait any longer, starting to walk away she felt two cold strong hands wrap themselves around her arms. He pulled her back, pushing her up against the wall pitilessly she gasped for air, that's just great, all I needed, him, to screw all my perfect day. He looked around, no one to be seen. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear dangerously.

"Well, well, look who it is, Miss Mudblood." His hands tightened their grip on her arms. She shrieked in pain, Draco had grown to be a very strong guy.

"Fuck off!"

"I'd rather fuck you."

"Uh, you disgust me."

"So, tell me Granger, I heard you are on drugs." She looked at him in disbelief.

"Rumours." She whispered to herself.

"You know, my father has been talking to Fudge, and trust me when I say this, new laws will bring you to me."

"What the heck?"

"Marriage Laws." She rolled her eyes, yeah right.

"Whatever."

"You just wait, I've always wanted you, I have to admit, you're pretty damn hot, and even though you are a mudblood, I think I wouldn't mind to have you as my whore." He laughed maliciously. She felt sick.

"Get off me this instant, or I'll scream." Releasing her he bent down and stole a kiss from her, she huffed in anger.

"Uh, fuck off, careful not to accidentally drink something poisoned!" she spat at him, but he was already walking away, she fumed with anger, he couldn't possibly be serious, a marriage law would be just so...stupid. Shaking off all her thought she went to her bedroom, luckily it was empty, going for her bag she opened it and took out a little metal box, bringing it with her she went to the washroom, opening it a shiny blade appeared, taking it in her hands she made deep and rough cuts on both of her arms, she cried in agony, it felt so good. Hermione didn't even clean it after all her anger was released, putting the bloody blade back in the box she washed her arms and the floor, placing the box in her bag she hid the bag under her bed. No one would ever think she'd hide something like that in her school bag.