Chapter two

Fields of green

“I am afraid Miss Granger, that if you don’t start attending classes or taking up your responsibilities as Head girl. I will have no choice but to take your badge away,” said Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting across from Hermione. Hermione nodded her head solemnly and looked towards the fireplace.

“Alas, it is Saturday and you have the right to visit Mr. Weasley’s grave, as Severus and I agreed to.”

Hermione stood and went to the fireplace, grabbing a hand full of floo powder she threw it into the orange flames turning them emerald green. Stepping into the fire, she closed her eyes and thought of her destination. Opening her eyes, she stared out at a vast green field. Long grass swayed and wild white flowers grew. Stepping out of the rundown lone fireplace; she made her over to an oak tree that stood by itself. Underneath it stand a white stone grave. Falling to her knees in front of the stone, she started to trace the letters.

Ronald B. Weasley

Beloved Brother and friend

1980-1997

Lying down on the ground, she realized that this would be the closest to Ron she would ever get again, but in a way, being close to him at all comforted her. Her eyes drooped and she fell into her first real sleep, since that terrible day. Her dreams no longer filled with dark nightmares.

The Dream…

“Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?” asked Ron.

“Yeah sure, what is it Ron?”

“Will you go out with me?” he asked nervously.

Hermione smiled at him and nodded her head, “yes.”

Ron smiled big and swung her around in a circle. Hermione laughed joyously.

End Dream…

Dream…

Hermione giggled, “I bet you can’t catch me!” she yelled, running down a grassy field.

“Oh yeah!” he yelled, running after her. Catching up with her, he wrapped his arms around her waist turning around he fell onto his back, so she now straddled his waist. He rolled over so he was now the one on top. She squealed in surprise, leaning in close to her face he looked deep into her eyes before kissing her passionately. Pulling away and still looking into her eyes he said, “I love you.” Her eyes sparkled, “I love you too.”

End Dream…

“Hermione wake up,” someone said, shaking her shoulder. Hermione opened her eyes, to see Harry looking back at her. She stared at him for a long moment, before hugging him. Harry closed his eyes tightly and hugged her back, savoring the short time he had with his once best friend. Pulling away, he looked at her. “You have to go, Ginny will be here soon.”

Hermione nodded and stood, making her way over to the lone fireplace, she threw in some floo powder in and took one last look at Harry, before entering the green flames and returning to the Heads’ common room. Opening her eyes she gasped. There in front of her was Draco and Blaise, who were sitting on the red loveseat, passionately kissing. At her gasp, they pulled apart and looked at her. She blushed and turned to leave.

“Wait Granger, where were you?” asked Draco, standing up from the couch and walking over to her.

Hermione frowned, trying to decide if she should tell him and if she did, how she would tell him. Pulling out her wand she pointed it in front of her and moved it in an intricate pattern. Light came from the tip of the wand and swirled in the air, before showing a picture, a picture of a gravestone underneath an oak tree. Moving her wand again, she made the picture zoom in on Ron’s name.

“Oh I-” Started Draco. Hermione shook her head no and made her way up the stairs to her room.

Blaise got up to go after her, but Draco stopped him. “Leave her,” he said. Pushing Blaise back onto the couch, “Let’s finish what we started.” He growled, lying down on top of him. Draco bit his shoulder, enticing a deep moan from the olive skinned god. Blaise put his hands underneath the blonde’s shirt, and ran them up his hard lean stomach and chest, he pinched his nipples. Draco groaned, as he lifted his shirt over his head. Leaning up, Blaise sucked on a nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Draco groaned louder. Blaise smiled up at him a mischievous glint in his eyes; he undid Draco’s pants and pushed them down to where they lay around his ankles, which Draco promptly kicked off. Little did either know, what was going on upstairs.

Hermione…

Hermione sat on her bed. She could hear the moans of passion from downstairs. What bothered her was that she felt aroused by the noises. After what she had been through, how could she think of being intimate with anyone other than Ron?

‘Ron is dead, it is time to move on,’ said a voice in her head.

“No, it would be disrespecting his memory.”

‘It would be disrespecting him, by denying yourself happiness. He would want you to be happy. You know that the two men downstairs can make you happy.’

“How? They don’t like me. I am not ready to have sex yet, not so soon after-”

‘Who said they would only have sex with you? They want to earn your trust, and they can’t do that if they lay you right away. Let them in, become friends with them. Being friends doesn’t mean you have to be sexual with each other.’

Hermione nodded her head and reached underneath her pillow, she took out a blue velvet pouch and opened it. Tipping it upside-down, the contents of the pouch fell out. She stared at the items, that lay in front of her, there were the razors from the other morning, a piece of broken glass, a black pocket knife and a golden locket. Picking up the locket first she opened it, as soon as it was open the locket projected pictures of Ron and her into the air. One of the pictures stood out the most. It was taken a few hours after Ron had proposed to her.

Flashback…

Hermione and Ron sat on a picnic blanket, while looking up at the stars, they were trying to spot shooting ones.

“There’s one!” Hermione said excitedly, pointing up at the stars and smiling. Ron looked at her lovingly.

“Hermione, there is something I want to give you.”

“What is it?” she asked, her happy shimmering eyes looking into his. Reaching it to his pocket, he pulled out a deep red velvet box. He opened it, reveling, a princess cut sapphire diamond gold engagement ring.

“Oh my God! How did-”

“It’s been in the family for generations. There are actually seven of them. They were made before our family fell into a poor streak.”

Ron took the ring out of its holder and placed it on her left ring finger.

“I love you.”

End of flashback…

Hermione dropped the locket and pulled a chain from beneath her shirt. There on the chain hung the ring; it shimmered beautifully in the light. Letting go of the ring, she let it hang heavy around her the pocket knife in her left hand, she opened it. She pressed the cold sharp blade into her forearm, slowly, she pulled down. The cut began to appear on her skin. Droplets surfaced and connected together, they dripped down her arm and onto her bed sheet. Every cut was deeper than the last. The stain grew bigger, as she lost more blood. Her head began to hurt and she grew tired. Laying her head back on the pillows she smiled softly, and closed her eyes. ‘Maybe this is it, maybe this is the end,’ she thought.

“Granger, dinner time, you know we have to appear together or eat up here!” yelled Draco up to her room, as he buttoned his shirt. When he didn’t hear the door open he sighed and went up the stairs. Knocking on the door, “Granger dinner!” still he got no response. He looked up at the portrait that guarded the door, “Tell her to come to the door.” The portrait bowed and left its portrait to go to the one in her room. Quickly, the portrait was back and shaking, “Something is wrong with Ms. Granger,” It said.

“Open up so I can help her,” Draco said, sound panicked. The portrait opened and Draco ran in. There she was, blood was spread all over the bed sheet, and her arms were covered in cuts, many of which were still bleeding heavily. “Oh my God! Blaise come here! Hurry!”

Blaise came in running at full speed. “Wha—Oh God!” He yelled, coming to a stop, before running over to her to check her pulse. Her pulse was growing fainter by the second. “We have to take her to the hospital wing.” Blaise said.

“No! We can’t, they will ask too many questions and take away her Head girl rights. If she isn’t living with us, then we can’t help her. I’ve had to bandage deep cuts before: get me some warm water, a wash cloth, wrapping bandages and a sterile needle and thread,” said Draco, already cutting away her bloody sleeve.

“How do you know-?”

“Because I use to cut! Now hurry or we will have to take her to the hospital wing!” yelled Draco, not really realizing what he had just said. Blaise stared at him dumbfounded.

“Go!”

He then rushed off to the bathroom, summoning all the supplies they would need. All the while wondering why Draco had never told him and why he had never seen any scars. The emotions were overwhelming, as he rushed back to Draco with the supplies in hand. Turning away from his lover, he let silent tears run down his face.

Sorry for it taking so long and for it being so short. Next chapter will explain Snape and Hermione’s relationship. I’ve been sick as a dog and there are two and a half weeks left of summer. So I should be writing more, since I can’t do much else at the moment. Baby Boomers Chapter 9 should be released soon. So go check it out.

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