"Hermione?" she could hear someone, she groaned in response and she started to she the person in front of her less blurrily.
Harry was leaning over her bed "Hermione you alive?" he asked again kind of frustrated and in a hurry.
"Yes, I'm here; are you going some where you look like you were in a hurry?" Hermione managed to ask a little disoriented.
Before Harry could answer Hermione gasped in pain and grabbed her side again, it took Harry a moment to realize that she was gasping in pain.
"Hermione, you ok?" he asked and looked her over noticing her hand clutching her hip, he looked confused.
"Damn, it hurts even more than last time!" she was gasping now and curling into a ball from the pain.
"Let me see, maybe I can help." Harry offered but Hermione shook he head, he couldn't see it would ruin everything he wouldn't give her a chance to explain where the mark came from or why he would just assume.
"I can't show you." She managed to gasp out through her groans of pain and with out thinking she dropped her hand and grabbed handfuls of sheet in her fists.
It didn't take Harry long to pull back the covers and reveal what Hermione wished he would never see. His eyes grew wide and then her focused on her with more hate (if it was possible) than he ever directed at a Malfoy.
"No, Harry it's not what you think please let me explain!" Hermione pleaded with him when she saw the expression of pure loathing on his face.
"I can't believe you, Mud Blood, you Trator! At least when Voldemort bad he admits it you make me sick, can't even manage to accept the fact that you are a Death Eater, you tried to fucking deny it, the Dark Mark is clear as day on your flesh right there!" harry exploded pointing at her.
Hermione made an effort to get up and doubled over in pain "Wait, it's not what you think at least let me explain, please."
Harry flared with anger "Explain what how you pretended to be a bushy haired goody two shoes, how you started a foundation to help the house elves or how you tricked us and lied to us then spied on all of us reporting back to The Dark Lord, Hell, you probably slept with Malfoy, but the question is which one. Oh well I don't want to know. I don't care about you lame lies, and let m tell you something else, Mione," he used he nick name mope like a dirty cuss word "we NEVER cared and you were stupid enough to believe it!"
Hermione couldn't think of anything to say, she expected him to explode but she never expected him to admit or tell her that him and Ron and Ginny were never friends with her, she could hardly breath and was gulping for air like a fish out of water.
"Not so high and mighty now are you, you may be a Death Eater but I think somewhere deep inside you might have cared just a little and you know what. It feels so good top give you a little taste of your own medicine. So why don't you run and cry on Voldemort's shoulder." With that Harry turned and walked to the doors to the hospital wing but before he exited he stopped.
"Maybe someday Hermione, I will be able to kill you. I hope when it happens it is the most painful sensation you have ever felt." Harry didn't even turn around he just faced the door, he missed the expression on Hermione's face.
When he was gone she stood up and yelled at the doors where he had stood "YOU'R TOO LATE HARRY POTTER, I'VE BEEN DEAD FOR A LONMG TIME!" she didn't cry for the first time in months SHE didn't cry, she was too broken to cry, to hurt to feel.
Hermione just stood there, she walked out into the castle and up to the head dorm, her eyes where no longer dark green they were a glowing gold, she was wrapped in a black cloak and her hair blew in a soundless wind of rage as she strode quickly down the corridor. Students looked at her and jumped out of the way as she passed.
Hermione walked into the dorm and into the library, she grabbed her wand and the necklace, before anyone noticed she was gone.