Hey! Sorry, this chapter is fairly short. But enjoy anyway.

Chapter Four

Decisions

Hermione watched Ron walk away and all she felt was a comforting numbness. She dropped to her knees and stared. She felt tears running down her cheeks though she hadn't even realized she was crying. Slowly the numbness melted away and all she felt was heart break.

Harry looked down at Hermione and put a hand on her shoulder. "Well," He sighed. "It's probably better like this. We don't have to hide it anymore."

At this Hermione shot up and spun to face him, anger blazing in her eyes, mingled with fear and pain. "Hide what?" She yelled at him. "The fact that you're abusing me? The fact that you haven't been my best friend Harry in a year? The fact that you'd do anything to hurt your best friend just because "you want me"?"

Harry looked shocked. "Hermione, I-"

"No!" Hermione turned and ran yelling over her shoulder "Just leave me alone."

She ran up through the halls, crying, not caring who saw her or how angry they were when she ran into them, all she wanted to do was get back to her bedroom.

She eventually got back to the common room and stood infront of the portrait of her and Draco that had been painted at the beginning of the year for them. Unfortunately, the two in the portrait could hardly stand each other and would be as far away from each other without actually leaving the portrait.

"Yeah, what do you-" Draco began, but Hermione wasn't in the mood to deal with him, even if it was just a painting.

"Mudbloods." Hermione said without looking at him. She had unfortunately agreed to let Draco pick the password this week.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Her portrait said with a concerned look. Hermione just shook her head and walked through the portrait whole.

"What's with her?" Dracos' picture said.

"Leave her alone." Hermione snapped. "She's obviously had a hard day." Then she walked out of the frame, leaving Draco with a sour look on his face.

Hermione walked purposely through the common room, up the stairs, and into her room, locking the door behind her. She walked the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and found a small box on the top shelf. She took it off the shelf and went and sat on her bed. She opened the small box to see a small razor sitting inside. Harry had given it to her on her last birthday as a sick joke.

She took the razor out of the box and looked at it.

The Hermione from the portrait appeared in an empty frame by her dresser and stared at her. "You're not going to use that are you?"

Hermione looked at the portrait and shrugged.

"What happened?"

Tears streamed down Hermiones face. "Ron broke up with me."

"What? How can that be? Ron loved you more then anything! It doesn't make sense!" Hermione shrugged and whipped her face with the back of her hand. "So you're giving up then?"

"So what if I do?" Hermione snapped. "No one would miss me. Not Ron, not Harry…"

"Now I know Ron would miss you, even if you don't think so. And there's always your parents. I'm sure they'd have some particularly strong feelings." Hermione looked at the portrait. "Besides. You're depressed because of Harry, so you're going to kill yourself by using something Harry gave you? How much sense does that make."

Hermione ignored her painting. She put the razor to her wrists.

Ok, you guys choose. Will she do it? Will she cut her self? Drag that razor across her wrists? Or will she think better of it and put it away? Let me know. Ciao!