Mending Her Heart Chapter 5, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter 5

Hermione walked down to the Great Hall for lunch. No she was not going to eat, but she needed something to fulfill her plan. She must be losing her mind to do this, was her thoughts. She sat and looked around the Great Hall. No one noticed her. Would anyone notice if she disappeared, she wondered as she slipped a steak knife into the pocket of her robes.

"Hey you two I am going to go", she hugged them, "Remember that I will always be with you".

They both gave her a strange look.

"Hermione... umm are you feeling okay", Harry asked feeling her forehead as though she had a fever.

'I am not so sure', she thought.

"Yes I am fine, perfectly fine", she told him.

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Hermione was headed back to the head dorms. Draco was trying to follow her without her knowing it. He was hiding behind suits of armor, behind corners, and in the shadows. What a stalker. She ran to try to get rid of him. Her feet slapped on the stone floor as she rushed through the corridors. She could hear him running behind her.

"Buttercups", she panted.

Walking into the bathroom she turned on the radio that was in there. Dumbledore made sure that it would work in hogwarts. Turning up the volume she heard a song she really liked by Relient K.

I watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind,
but I will shy away from the specifics

She pulled the knife out of her pocket. Running her finger over the blade softly. Not hard enough to cut herself, just enough to feel the cool metal against her skin. She must be losing her mind. She had to be. Maybe someone had drugged her. To be sitting here thinking thoughts of suicide, she had to be on crack. Yet she wasn't. No one had drugged her, nor had she lost her mind. Even though people might think she was losing her mind.

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

She hoped Draco wouldn't find her. She had lost him when she started running. He would have to check the dorms sometime though. She was surprised she wasn't crying. No she didn't even feel like crying surprisingly. She felt relaxed, like she had to get this over with. Once she did, then everything would be better. Who would miss her? Not Ron, not Harry, not her teachers. No one. Her parents would have, but they weren't here now were they? Why did she feel this way? So confident, so sure about killing herself.

This is no place to try and live my life.

She couldn't live in this world no longer. Her world used to be a cheerful place now it was dead and dreary. She raised the knife took a deep breath and...

"No, stop Hermione", Someone shouted as they knocked the knife out of her hand.

Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
that it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

It was Draco. Out of all people she could have expected to stop her. Never in a million years, no a trillion years would she expect him to stop her from committing suicide.

"What are you doing Hermione?", He asked holding her hands and looking into her eyes.

She looked into his eyes. His silver eyes were full of panic, confusion, worry, and concern. Never in all her years in Hogwarts had she seen him act like this.

"I... I... don't know", she stuttered still recovering from shock.

"Look, please trust me. You don't want to do this", he told her.

"Yes I do", she shouted grabbing the knife.

"No, tell me why", he yelled grabbing the knife back.

"My parents died, because of some stupid death eaters killed them. Stupid death eaters and you will be one of them", she muttered.

"Look I never want to be part of them; I never want to be like my father. He is a bastard", He spat.

"Really?", Hermione whispered looking up into those eyes that she could get lost in.

"Yes, now can we dispose of this knife? You don't want to kill yourself trust me I tried to once after I lost someone. I wish with all my heart that I had never tried either. So please don't do this. Trust me, I can help you through this", he pleaded with her.

At first she thought that he must be lying. That was until she saw the sincerity in his eyes.

I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to try and never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

"How can I trust you?", she whispered in a barelly audible voice.

"I don't know if you can right now, but if you give me a chance you may learn to trust me. I am so sorry Hermione for everything I have done. All those times I called you names and played mean pranks on you. I am sorry that I became that way. I am sorry it took me so long to change. I hate the person I have been", he admitted.

She stared at him in shock. The she fell into his chest crying. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Promise me you won't try that again", he whispered softly in her ear.

"I promise", she told him truthfully.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
to create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

She hadn't talked to anyone about her problems she had been having. Could she trust Draco? She needed to get the weight off of her shoulders. He seemed like the only person who cared. His eyes only held truth in them. What if he was a death eater though? He could be lying.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
sinking up to the beating of my heart,
and I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

She watched as Draco walked away with the knife. Leaving her behind with her thoughts. Maybe, she could try and trust him. She got up to follow him to the common room.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

"Draco, tell me why", she said simply.

"No one understands fate", he told her with a distant look on his face.

"No, tell me why you are the only one who cares", she muttered.

This is no place to try and live my life.

He looked up at her and shook his head. She sighed and walked away. She would never understand him.

Maybe he did understand. How though? How could he possibly know what she was going through? Did he try to commit suicide?

So many questions filled Hermione's head. How did he stop her? How did he convince her that she needed to live?

So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to try and never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

She wasn't fully convinced that she needed to live. Her mind still had doubts. Why did he give her that second chance? She did need that second chance, even though she didn't know it. She needed to discover the person she lost. The Hermione that had gone when her parents died needed to come back. The girl who died needed to live again. Draco was going to bring back that girl.

Who I am hates who I've been
and who I am won't take the second chance you gave me.
Who I am hates who I've been
'cause who I've been only ever made me...

Was it only Hermione that needed help though? Was it only Hermione that needed to live again?

So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to try and never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

IMPORTANT: okay I am not so sure if this is a good chapter. Send me a review and tell me if I should rewrite this or not.