Where could Hermione be? She was never late. Maybe she got held up waiting for that prat, Edward. He was late for everything. But not Mione, she wouldn't be late for the world. Maybe he should send her a floo or call her on her muggle mobile. Maybe he was worrying too much. It was only 7:20 He would give her half and hour more. Until then he would enjoy his time at the ball. He had a lovely date, Samantha. Or was it Sandra? Maybe Shannon? Whatever it was, she was lovely and she was having a splendid time. He felt he owed it to her to act least act as though he was having just as much fun.
"Dance with me, Harry." She said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor. A fast song by The Three Witches started to blare from unseen speakers.
He wasn't accustomed to having a date; Women often threw themselves at him (to put it lightly). But he always came stag to these sorts of functions, and would normally end up dancing with Hermione or some other friend and going home unaccompanied.
A few songs later, he finally managed to convince his date to break for a drink. He glanced down at his watch. 'Mercy' it read 7:55. Time flew when you were pretending to have fun .He still saw no sign of Hermione. He needed to find her. He found his date at their table and after much persuasion, bid her goodnight.
He apparated into Hermione's flat moments later. "Edward! Hemione!" he yelled. The house was completely dark. Correction he spotted a light under the bathroom door. "Don't bother." came a voice from somewhere in the dark. It took a moment for Harry's eyes to adjust to the surroundings. He found Edward's dark outline on the sofa end. "She's been in there, doing God only knows what, for an hour." Harry waited for an explanation. Edward must have sensed that because he said "I got mad at her and she rushed in there." Harry wanted to slug him, but felt he didn't have the time to. He strode down the hall to the bathroom and pounded on the door. Rose-colored water cascaded from the space under the door and onto his shoes.
"Hermione! You will let me in this second. Do you hear me? Open the door 'Mione."
He pulled out his wand and performed the Alohomora charm. It did nothing. Of course, Hermione had cast something more complex. It took him a moment to perform the counter spells to all of her spells and charms. He threw the door open and water rushed at his legs. What he saw made him lose his breath. Shattered glass, a small amount lay visible on the floor. The torrential flood cascading form the tub wasn't what had captured his attention, it was the woman in it that caught his eye. Hermione was sitting cross-legged and full alert in the bath tub. She looked lovely to him, even in her state. She was dolled up (or was) in a once-was white gown. Her make-up was smeared every which way by tears. Her hair was swept up in an oh-so attractive do. The water that she was sitting in was deep red and flowing out of the tub at an unbelievably rapid pace.
"Hermione" he said with a gasp.
She rose from the tub at the sound of her name. She gently lifted her dress and stepped from the tub. She was barefooted. The bottom of her dress was rosy colored because of the crimson water. Now that she was standing he could see the source of the red. Her wrists were bleeding. It didn't take him long to put two-and-two together. She had shattered the mirror and slit her wrist. "Oh...Hermione" he whispered. "You didn't." She lowered her head. Sniffling noises came from underneath her hair. Her body began to tremble with the force of her sobs.
"Oh baby, don't"
She looked up and he opened his arms. She ran to him and collapsed unconscious.
A/N: sorry about the cliffy. Will work for reviews