A/N: Ok guys, here's chapter 5.

Ron's POV

I ran up to Harry, if we don't hurry we will be late for class. I can see the class room.

"Your late boys", the small teacher spoke. He told us to work together on the cheering charm.

"Where's Hermione gone?" asked I Harry scanning the room for signs of bushy brunette hair. Where could she be? She never misses class.

"That's weird. Maybe—maybe she went to the bathroom or something" Harry told me trying not to sound too concerned. But Hermione never showed up for class. Where is she? While we were running did she fall and get hurt? I hope that didn't happen. I've done enough to hurt her these last few weeks, the last thing she would need is to have Harry and I run off while she needed us.

Five minutes remained in class. My thoughts were still on Hermione. The cheering charm didn't work too well on me; I pasted a grin resembling the one on all the other students in the class. I never realized how hard it was to be happy till now. I continued to think.

"Ron! Ron", I heard Harry's voice in my ear.

"Huh wha—."

"Ron, bell rang. Lunch time"

"Oh yeah." I said getting out of my seat. We walked in silence; the smile began to fade off Harry's face. The charm was dieing.

"Can't believe Hermione missed class"

I nodded and said," She could've done with a Cheering Charm on her too".

We were quite the rest of the way to the great hall and most of lunch. I was in a hurry to finish something wasn't right with Hermione. She didn't show up at lunch either.

"D'you ever get the feeling Hermione's not telling us something?" I finally asked Harry in between bites of my sandwich.

"Yeah, she doesn't seem her self"

"Harry I'm starting to get worried" I hung my head down, sorry for all the hurtful words I spoke to her.

"She could be just trying too hard with school and stuff; she has taken a lot of classes you know", Harry said, trying to be optimistic. Normally Hermione is the optimistic one. She was always optimistic and reasonable at the same time.

"Sure hope your right mate"

We finished and headed quickly up the stair case to Gryffindor tower. "You don't think Malfoy did something to her?" I asked. She did punch him after all. He could be pissed about it. Maybe she's in the hospital wing.

We passed the trolls and told the fat lady the password.

I sighed in relief. Over in the farthest table sat a sleeping Hermione. Harry and I went over to her. I sat on her left, Harry on her right. She looked very tired. Her skin was paler than normal and dark circles hung round her eyes. I didn't want to wake her up. But Harry gave her a nudge to wake her up.

"Wh—what?" Hermione snapped awake "Is it time to go? Which lesson have we got now?"

"Divination in 20 minutes. Why didn't you come to charms?"

"What? Oh no! I forgot all about charms!"

"How could you forget? You were right out side the classroom with us."

"I don't believe it! Was Professor Flitwick angry? Oh, it was Malfoy, I was thinking about Malfoy and I err lost track of things!" Hermione spoke very quickly. I frowned, I wish were able t concentrate on things beside school. That would make things so much easier for her.

"You know what Hermione? I reckon you're cracking up. You're trying too much" I finally told her as nicely as I could. My eyes moved from her sad face to the table. Something caught my attention. Her hand lay on the wooden surface. Two of her fingers and a bit of her had had something reddish brown on it. Blood. Why is their blood on Hermione's hand? Was it a paper cut? Yeah, she does have a lot of parchment to work with, all her classes and stuff. My eyes glanced at the page in her book filled with charts and tables. A bit of dried blood was on it also. It's probably nothing, maybe I should ask her about it later.

"No I'm not. I just made a mistake that's all" she said becoming very defensive. What did I say? I always say the wrong thing. Hermione got up from her chair and left. She said she would meet us in divination after talking with Flitwick.

Harry and I stared at each other. I could tell we were thinking the same thing. Harry looked worried. I'm sue my face resembled his. Hermione had left all her papers out. We put them on one of her folders and set them in a pile so that they would not be ruined by any careless Gryffindors.

"Come on, lets get an early start to divination" Harry said he probably thought Hermione would already be their. We left the common room together.

"Wait Ron where are you going? Divinations up in the north tower"

"Oh I just need to go to the bathroom real quick, I'll see you in class"

"Alright" He said. I watched him walk up the stairs. I felt bad about leaving him. He was after all having a hard time too. He had qudditich, restrictions, dementors, school work, and not to mention a crazed killer manic after him. But over all he was coping better than Hermione. Hermione was completely with drawn.

I headed to the charms room, hoping to catch up with her their. Flitwick walked out of the room as I came to it.

"Professor, professor" He turned his head and looked up. "Um professor, by any chance have you seen Hermione?" I asked

"Sorry Mr.Weasley" Flitwick squeaked "You just missed her"

"Thanks Professor" I said and started to walk the long way to divination, or I guess it would be the long way to the north tower. Same place pretty much. My feet carried me slowly as I thought about the well fair of my two best friends. Please let them be ok. Why can't thing be normal. Were things ever normal? I looked at my watch. I still had time to go to the bathroom, not that I needed to. I just wasn't ready to go to divination. The closest one on the second floor, only one floor down. I headed to it. Two doors were in front on me. I placed my hand on the one that read boys and paused, I heard something. It was kind a moan or whimper. It came from the girl's room. It was Myrtles bathroom after all. But it didn't sound like Myrtle. The ghost girl's voice was more high pitched and louder. This moan was soft. It was not meant for anyone to hear it.

It was a little over a year since the last time I entered their. When Hermione was making the pollyjuice potion and we used it to become Slytherens. Hermione's potion went wrong. But she did look cool as a cat. A smile crept on my face thinking about it. It vanished when I remembered that she was petrified later that year. Without another thought I opened the room to the girl's room. On the floor was a school bag I recognized. Hermione's bag. One of the stalls was occupied.

"Hermione?"

Their was no answer

"Hermione, I know your in their. You ok?"

"Ron! Get out of here. Your not suppose to be in here"

"You didn't have a problem with it last year" I said thinking quickly. Suddenly I had another memory. Hermione crying in the bathroom. First year. Then the troll. Then Harry and I had a new best friend. "Hermione, I thought. I though I herd some one make a whimper kind of noise. I know it wasn't Myrtle"

"Ron I'm fine," she said, still locked up in the stall.

"Then come out, We can head up to divination together"

"I will just meet you and Harry up their"

"Just come out Hermione"

"Fine" She said, not sounding too happy about it.

Hermione came out. Her eyes were red. "Ok Ron lets go to class."

"Hermione, what's wrong? Your eyes are red"

"I'm just fine Ronald!"

I took a deep sigh. We were quite for a while. "Hermione" I pleaded my voice very soft "Please tell me what's wrong. I won't tell anyone. Not even Harry. We can all tell something is bothering you."

"Ron no. You'll tell McGonagall. I'll get sent to the hospital wing and my parents will get a very sad letter in the owl post."

"You're not bulimic, are you?" I said, reasoning why she would be not eating much and now find her in a bathroom crying and being worried about her parents finding out. Also that thing she said about the infirmary.

"Course not Ron." She said looking at her feet. "But it is something else, perhaps just as bad"

I became worried once again. What's wrong with Hermione? Before I could say anything else she reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small knife, one used in potions class. I became confused. I said nothing, not wanting to say the wrong thing once again.

"Ron?" she asked probably from seeing my confused expression. "Here, this will explain it" And with that she pulled up her left sleeve. My eyes grew wide. I felt slightly faint. Dozens on cuts, old scars and freshly bleeding covered her arm like many red bangles.

"Her-Hermione? H-how did you? Who did this to you?"

She put her sleeve back down. "Ron" she looked at the ground again. "I err I did that to my self"

I was speechless. I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to hurt them self.

A/N: Ok, giving you guys a bit if a cliffy, maybe it will inspire some of you to review.