A/N: Sorry this took a while to get up. I've had to do actual work in journalism so this took a while to get up. Thanks to every one who reviewed! And again I apologize for my horrid spelling and grammar. By the way the next chapter will mainly be about final exams and I might include the whole climax thingy with Lupin and serious, but I'm not sure.

Anonyme- thanks for my first review and I shall continue my story. This will continue till the world cup and then I might do a sequel.

Briee- I'm glad you are enjoying my story and I can provide you with the kind of thing you've been wanting to read.

Ilovesexydark- I don't mean to be rude but it shouldn't be surprising (Hermione leaving class) it's right out of the book and in the movie. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.

Hermione looked down from the astronomy tower. It was a long way down. The sky was black, speckled with little lights. The moon was near full, but not completely. It would be full with in the next few nights. Glad Professor Lupin will be getting a break to rest, with out any suspicion during Easter holidays. Hermione thought, knowing that he was a werewolf.

Looking to the floor she sat down and leaned against the cool stone barrier. Her head turned back to the stars. She knew she should be working on her Easter Home work, she had stacks of things to do, but there was all break to do it and she needed to relax after the day she had.

Ron had run to her out of breath practically at the end of his class. Hermione had been reading about the cheering charm in the common room when he found her. He had expected the worse of course. Hermione now was convinced that Ron truly cared and wanted to help her.

When he ran in it had caught her by surprise.

"Ron? Why are you out of breath?" she had asked him.

"I—was—worried, I—I—thought." He said in-between deep breaths as he sat next to her on the couch.

Hermione smiled at him "Ron, don't worry. I didn't do anything to myself" Her eyes strait in to his, clearly telling him the truth.

"You didn't? It's just earlier in class…..you seamed really upset."

"Err…well…I thought about it after I left" she said sadly "But you just found out and… I-I didn't want to tell you again. I didn't want to disappoint you"

"Hermione I could never be disappointed in you, even if you did cut your self again…." He told her then added "But I don't want you to do it"

"Thanks Ron, but I just think oh, I don't know"

"What is it?"

"I just don't know. I can't explain it"

"Do you want to talk?"

Hermione nodded her head.

"Whats up Hermione?

"I'm just struggling to keep up in class. I can do it, but theirs just so much to do."

"After today you have one less to worry about"

"Yeah and….."

"And what?"

"I don't want to tell you, and theirs one thing I can't"

"Why don't you want to tell me?"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"Hermione?"

"Ron, I can't"

"Please, you can't hold everything in forever, it will only make things worse."

"Fine, it's you and Harry."

"What about us?"

"Scabbers, the firebolt. You guys abandoned me"

"Hermione, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry…..I err I"

"It's ok Ron"

"No it's not Hermione. Harry and I were stupid, but I was mainly me. We never meant to hurt you."

"I know"

"Do you want me to tell Harry about…?"

"No, he has enough on his plate"

"What about McGonagall or your parents"

"No, it's bad enough that you know. No one was suppose to find out"

"Hermione you need help. And the more people who can help you the faster you'll get better"

"You say it like I have some kind of illness. They'll just lock me up in the phyc-ward at St. Mungos.

"I didn't mean it like that; damn I always say the wrong things to you. I'm sure I've caused you too much grief as it is. Sorry but I don't know how much I'll be able to help. I'm scared for you. I don't want to say anything to make you cut. Some one else might be able to help you better."

"Ron please don't tell anyone Ron, and you're doing fine"

"Thanks and I guess so but you have to try to stop."

"Alright Ron"

Hermione thought of her agreement from earlier that day, still sitting on the tower. She had promised to stop cutting. She prayed for the strength. As log as I have Ron I'll be ok. She told herself. Ron will help me.

The night passed and turned to dawn. The third years were over loaded with home work. Hermione had more than anyone else. She was as usual the last person to leave the common room every night, and the first one in the library every morning. The circles under her eyes were heaver and more noticeable than ever. She was constantly on the brink of tears.

Ron had noticed. He took full control of Buckbeack's case. With homework and the case he didn't have much time to talk to Hermione. But she didn't have much time to talk either. Ron had been nicer to her though, He didn't even bother her cat.

Easter break ended. April was now half way finished and the quidditch finals were tomorrow. Hermione had even taken a break from her studies saying that she couldn't concentrate with all the commotion in the room. She sat with Harry and Ron tucked in the corner. Harry was very worried about the match. He looked like Hermione after a night of studying before exams.

"You're going to be fine", Hermione told him even though she too looked terrified.

"You've got a firebolt" said Ron as he glanced at Hermione. He had not talked to her about her problem for a while. He wondered how she was doing.

"Yeah….." Harry shrugged agreeing with Ron.

After a while a loud voice was heard through out the room. "Team bed" shouted Wood. Hermione stayed down stairs as she watched Harry fallowed by Ron go up to the boy's dormitory. Fred and George could be heard arguing with Oliver about going up. As Hermione watched Ron disappear up the stairs she wondered, has he forgotten about me? Doesn't he remember? I bet he doesn't even know that I've relapsed, that I'm cutting again. I wish he would come to me. Yes, Hermione had cut again. She had healed her old cuts, with much persuasion from Ron. She was now free to where short sleeved shirts. She had changed her place though. She now cut her upper arm, shoulder area. She didn't need to worry about hiding them as much because she didn't own any sleeveless shirts (at least any at Hogwarts, the few she had were at home with all her other summer clothes).

Later that night……

Ron lay half awake in bed, excited for the match tomorrow. He looked over to the next bed over. Harry tossed in bed every now and then. He was worried about the match. Ron frowned at him, his friend (or friends he should say) had to deal with so much. Ron wondered if Harry would be ok. Will Harry fall into the same habit as Hermione? No, though Ron. Harry's strong. Well I thought Hermione was strong, no Harry and Hermione will both be ok. He wondered how Hermione was doing. She still seamed a bit stresses, but that's expected. Final exams are approaching. And he thought she's been wearing short sleeves. After the tests Hermione will be ok.

Harry got out of bed and walked to the window to get a drink from the jug that was placed under the window. Ron was almost asleep.

"Ron! Ron Wake up!" Harry hissed.

"Huh?" muttered a sleepy Ron

"I need you to tell me if you can see something"

"S'all dark, Harry. What are you on about?"

"Down here—." Harry said looking down, waiting for Ron. He heard a long snore telling him Ron had gone back to sleep. Harry went to bed so he could rest for the game tomorrow.

The night passed quickly and morning came. The match began, Harry in the air and Hermione and Ron sitting together in the stands. A battle for the snitch began. Harry and Malfoy. Malfoy in the lead. Hermione and Ron watched in awe as urged his broom to Malfoy's. They were now neck and neck. Both of their arms reached out. Harry knocked Draco's arm out of the way and……his fingers were tightly grasped the around the golden snitch.

An explosion of cheering erupted from the stands. Even Hermione was cheering, finally feeling a bit of happiness. Red and Gold quickly consumed the stadium's center. The team was lifted on the crowds' shoulders. Hermione and Ron fought their way towards Harry. All they could do was beam up at him in amazement.

The victory of the quidditch cup didn't last long for all. Exams were right around the corner and Hermione was again overloaded with things to do. Her happiness had only lingered for a day or so. It is needless to say she still clung to her habit.

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