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After an hour of searching Harry and Ron retreated back to the infirmary where Madam Pomfrey had granted them the access to privately discuss their problem. To Ron and Madam Pomfrey the cuts that they discovered on Hermione's arm meant nothing, to Harry it was an entire different story. Growing up as a muggle, Harry had been involved in muggle situations, such as so. The summer after his 5th year he had discovered the means of cutting, surprisingly it was Dudley who showed him. Harry silently starred into space as he realized what was going on. In the back of his mind had heard the clock strike 12 midnight.

"Will you please explain your conclusion Mr. Potter, it's getting late" Madam Pomfrey said.

"Hermione has-" his voice was raspy "she has a cutting problem"

"What do you mean? Hermione cuts her-self, that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard of, who would purposely cut themselves" Ron was confused.

"She doesn't only cut her-self but it seams that shes depressed over something, I mean this whole appearance thing is funny to, I don't know what happened to her"

"Potter, do you mean to say that Ms. Granger is depressed and she cuts her-self because of it?"

Harry sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "When most muggles are depressed, they do something to suppress their anger or what ever it is that they are feeling; some drink, do drugs, others become suicidal…like Hermione"

"I still don't get it…" Ron said, he glanced at Madam Pomfrey who looked extremely pale.

"Ron, Hermione's angry about something and she hasn't spoken to anyone about it apparently… so she cuts herself, some people said that they feel like they done something so bad that they have to punish themselves with physical abuse" Harry fell into another daze and found himself playing one of Hermione's posts that they had removed earlier.

Hermione continued to sit, and stare. How did she come so far that she stooped to the level of 'bonding' with Draco Malfoy. She felt like crap, all she wanted to do right at that moment was to tell someone everything. To just let it out in another way then blood. What had happened to her? Before this she was stone cold strong, someone, something was changing her. She and Draco talked some…they talked into the early morning until the sun came up at around 4:30. A lot came out in one night… They didn't share their whole life's stories but just enough to say that they were properly acquainted in a strange way. Hermione drifted in to a deep sleep without even noticing it…

She suddenly woke up to the sound of the 11:00 bell. Again, forgetting where she was she jumped slightly; when she regained herself she rubbed her eyes and realized that Draco was gone. She had classes today, but why should she go? She didn't feel like it… but what was there to do? She dropped herself onto the grey bed and stretched. Her hand slid under one of the dull pillows and found something cold. When she withdrew the hand she found that she was holding Draco's serpent knife. Just like him previous night she withdrew her blood stained sleeve and fiercely dragged the knife across the arm until blood poured out freely.

It was the end of transfiguration and Harry had cornered Draco in the corridor; he grabbed the neck of his shirt and slammed him against the wall letting his bag fall to the ground.

"WHERES HERMIONE?" He roared.

"Get out of my face Potter" he seemed unaffected by the situation.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Some passing students stopped to watch.

"I don't know" he was feeling unusually drained of energy and didn't feel like fighting.

"I heard that you do know"

"Maybe I do know, maybe she just doesn't want me to tell you"

Harry slowly let go of Draco's shirt and slowly walked away 'that can't be possible…' he thought. Everything was so confusing to him now.

Draco dragged his feet back to the room of requirements to find Hermione at the same place he had left her. Her head was on the table and she sat, running her fingers across at least 15 fresh cuts. He sighed heavily and said nothing.

"It hurts" she said in a low voice.

"It shouldn't"

"I mean, what happened"

Draco dropped his bag on the bed and lay down. "Talk to me"

She sighed and dragged her feet to the bed and sat down next to him

"It was all my fault… I ended up in the rugged part of England…I meant this guy- his nickname was sub-zero, his real name was Rich" she drew her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly "I spent only a week there until he clamed me, his property… about a month later I was one of them- His gang… By then I had gotten wasted more times then I could remember, I know that I started cutting soon before after that, I had gotten slightly in to marijuana"

Draco swallowed loudly in fear as Hermione stopped momentarily and sniffled. "One night- I was drunk, Rich came back from where ever- he tells me he needs a shag" She rolled her eyes to fight the tears that were coming "that night I got raped"

"Erm… I-uh-"

"No need to say anything- anyways the rest of the of the summer I spent on the streets…"

When Draco opened his mouth to say something, all they heard was silence. Hermione got up from her seat on the bed and went to leave the room when she heard someone out side the door. It was Harry, he was looking for her. She retreated from the door as if it was on fire.

"Listen, you can stay hear as long as you like" Draco said.

"That's what I was intending on doing"

"Right, I want some food… I'll get you some too."

"I'm not hungry"

"You haven't ate in… like forever"

"I know"…

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