Disclaimer: I don't own the characters but I do own the plot of the story lol :D

A/N: ok so I know it's been a while since I've updated, sorry about that, but I've been really sick so I really haven't had the energy to do much of anything…so yeah on with the story.

Last time:
"About us…I think…well…I think we should break up." Harry said quietly.

At that moment all hell broke loose.

Now:

The moment Harry uttered those words Ginny's temper flared. "And why in the HELL do you want to break-up?" she asked menacingly.

"Well, I...I just think that…that we aren't…right for each other." Harry struggled to say.

"AREN'T RIGHT FOR EACH OTHER?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN 'AREN'T RIGHT FOR EACH OTHER?!' " she screeched.

"Well I just think that we should be friends. I wanted this to work out really I did, but I don't have romantic feelings for you. You're more of a sister to me, rather than a girlfriend." Harry tried to explain calmly, but having difficulty doing so considering Ginny was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. The phrase 'If looks could kill' flashed through his mind.

Realization dawned on Ginny's face, "Its Hermione isn't it? That little bitch stole you from me! She brainwashed you didn't she?!"

Harry saw red. "You know what Ginny, I actually felt bad for breaking up with you, but now—now you're just pissing me off! First of all Hermione is not, nor will she ever be a bitch and second of all your insecurity level is fucking astounding. I'm glad I'm breaking up you….you can go fuck yourself. I'm going to see Hermione." And with that he stormed out of the house slamming the door behind him.

When Harry arrived at the hospital, he walked down the long winding hall to Hermione's room. Upon entering the room, he noticed that she wasn't in her bed. He sat there for about 10 minutes and when she didn't come back he started to look for her. He walked into the bathroom attached to her room and that's when he saw a grisly sight.

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Hermione was trying to picture her life without Harry in it, but she realized that she just couldn't live without him. She didn't think that she could ever feel complete without Harry. He was just too precious to her. She started crying again thinking about Harry and Ginny in the future. Harry and Ginny moving in together, getting married, having kids…leaving me behind, as usual, with no one to love me for me. Maybe I could just take away the emotional pain…at least just for a little while.

With that, Hermione went into the bathroom took a razor and sliced her arm. It was a fairly shallow cut, but that small little cut transferred some of the emotional pain into physical pain. She cut again and then again, but by then she couldn't stop—she just kept slicing her arm. She didn't realize how deep she had cut into her arm until she started to feel dizzy. She started to get really weak and that's when she collapsed and fell to the floor. She tried to move, but her legs wouldn't respond. She started to lose consciousness, but she thought of this as a blessing…now she would never have to live without Harry.

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What Harry saw made his stomach churn. There was Hermione, lying in pools of her own blood. The blood was flowing freely out of the deep cuts on her arms. She was barely breathing—strike that barely alive. She was pale like porcelain, her lips were pasty white, the only color was red and it was everywhere.

Harry ran from the bathroom out into the hall and started screaming for a healer. About three or four ran into the bathroom. They paused at the entrance too shocked to move. Harry screamed at them to help Hermione and that's when they jumped into action. They were rushing around attempting to heal her wounds and stop the bleeding. They carried her into her room and laid her on the bed. They hooked an I.V. up to her arm trying to get blood back into her body. Eventually they stabled her, but they had people walking into her room every 20 minutes or so checking up on her.

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Hermione felt like she was floating…almost as if she were in a dream. I must be in heaven, but wait a minute…I hear someone talking…someone I know. With that thought, her small honey brown eyes fluttered open. The talking ceased and she felt a hand on hers.

"Hermione?" Who's talking to me? Is that Harry?

"Harry…is that you?" Hermione questioned in a quiet fragile voice.

"Yeah Hermione it's me…how are you feeling?" Hermione tried to sit up but pain shot through both her arms which caused her to cry out.

"My arms…they hurt…" she moaned as tears sprung to her eyes.

"Hermione do you remember what happened?"

"No not….,"at that moment it was like a light bulb went off in her head, everything came rushing back, "Oh…"

"You remember know don't you?"

"Yes…."

"Why would you do something like that?"

"I just…. I wanted my pain to go away…"

"So you would mutilate yourself to make yourself feel better? Explain this to me please." Harry said, starting to get upset with her.

Hermione thought about it for a minute then said, "When I cut, it made the pain of losing you go away. All I felt was the stinging in my arms and it made me forget you for a little while."

Harry was silent. Hermione waited anxiously for Harry to say something…anything just as long as he said something.

Then he spoke, "Hermione you thought you were losing me?"

"You were with Ginny and Ron's with Lavender. I just felt like everyone was leaving me behind. Everyone had someone that loved them except for me, no one loves me," Hermione said miserably. Tears slowly started to fall down her porcelain cheeks.

"Please don't cry…" Harry asked quietly as he reached down and gently wiped away the tears.

"How can I not cry?" Hermione asked in a saddened tone. "The man that I love is with another girl."

"About that Hermione, I've got something to tell you…" Harry trailed off.

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A/N: Ok so I'm working on the 4th chapter as we speak so I'll get it out as soon as possible. Please don't be mad if it takes a little bit. R&R =D