A/N: Alright, I know it's a very quick update, but I honestly couldn't resist putting up chapter 3. Reviews are still appreciated. :)

"If I'd known it was only going to take me telling you Ron has completely moved on, I would have told you months ago."

"I haven't moved on. I'm just tired of living like this."
Worry crossed Harry's face, he studied the new hardness that had formed beneath the surface of her eyes.

"You really think I believe that, Hermione? After all the time the two of you were together, after knowing for years that you were perfect for each other, you're just going to let him go? Just like that? There's no way. But you've got to stop beating yourself up about it. Ron overreacted. It's his loss, not yours."

Hermione considered these words, but couldn't bring herself to believe that it wasn't quite her fault. She knew, deep down that so many other things had contributed, but she still felt responsible.

"I know you're right; Ron overreacted, this isn't my fault, work made us both stretch to the ends of our rope, whatever else. But that doesn't mean I don't feel like it is still my fault. I never cheated on him, I swear. Maybe what I did was considered cheating, I don't care. But it was the straw that broke the camel's back."

She stared off into space again, her feelings overwhelming her once again. She was so angry at herself for messing up the one thing in her life that had kept her going. It led her to thinking about why she bothered to stay alive for the last six months.

Finally, Harry broke the silence, "I'm dying to see you eat something. Seriously, Hermione, have you looked in a mirror in the last six months? You're skin and bones." Wheels were turning in his head, he was sure she knew. Something about her over the last ten years just drew him to her in a way he couldn't remember.

Hermione shifted to look in the mirror hanging on the closet door. Self-consciously, she tugged at the too loose sweatpants and baggy sweatshirt. She hadn't looked in the mirror in months, not really, anyway. She'd looked at her face, but all she'd seen was her own misery and defeat. She hadn't seen how thin she was.

"Wow…"she said softly, "I hadn't even realized how much weight I'd lost…" She turned away from the mirror, and sank down to the floor. "I look awful." She shook her head.

Harry eyed her pityingly and watched the little light that had come into her eyes in the last two hours fade out. Again, she was a broken woman, sitting on the floor of the apartment, staring off into space as though she'd never been happy again. In his mind, she deserved so much better than to spend the rest of her life pining over Ron. He loved Ron like a brother, but watching Hermione just made him incredibly sad. He couldn't let her go on like this.

"Just let me go get us a pizza or something. Is there anything in particular you want to eat?" He asked, wondering if he could even persuade her to eat that.

Hermione shook her head, not wanting to move or eat. Harry inwardly groaned, knowing he'd caused this, and apparated down to street level, where he set off in the direction of the nearest pizzeria. When he realized he had no idea what Hermione even wanted on this pizza. Deciding she was probably hungry enough to eat anything, he kept walking.

Back in her bedroom, Hermione knew she was faced with a choice. She could simply take her life using the blades she'd set aside for this purpose, or she could wait for Harry to come back and tell him she'd been considering it since he'd left. She rose from the carpet. In her stocking feet, she walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, turning the pack of razors over and over in her hands.

She'd opened the package and was running a finger down one of the blades when a realization hit her: Harry had left Ginny tonight to make sure she was okay. He was risking their entire relationship to make her well again. Hermione realized that she did not to do damage to their relationship because of her. It was unfair to mess up two of the Weasley's lives because she was so selfish. As these thoughts came to her, she pulled her wand out of her pocket and conjured a quill and piece of parchment.

Harry,

I know that you're going to be the one to find this tonight. You have no idea how sorry I am that you have to be the one to do that. But I can't keep going like this, and we both know that. I realized that you left Ginny tonight so you could be with me tonight, and I'm not doing damage like that to your relationship. She shouldn't have to suffer because of me.

Please, give this note to Ron as well. Tell him not to feel guilty, as it was entirely my fault. I know that I don't deserve to die, and I know I deserve to live. The problem is that I don't want to live anymore. I can't keep spending day in and day out in absolute misery. I'm so sorry.

Tell Arthur to place Matthew permanently in my position. He can handle it much better than I ever could. I'm sorry I never got to make the improvements in muggle relations that I would have.

As for my worldly possessions, do whatever you like with them. I won't need them.

Again, I am so, so sorry you have to be the one to find this. I hope to God you remain the Harry Potter I always knew. Don't ever change because of this. I'm sorry.

-Hermione

Hermione signed the note and stared at it for a long moment. It was the hardest thing she ever had to write, and yet the words had come out so easily. In one swift movement, she drew the razor blade across her wrists, before she could change her mind, and sank down to the floor. She was strangely at peace as she knew the pain was about to end. The thought of finally ending her pain was soothing as she slipped into the blackness.