Not the Same

Chapter One-Hermione's P.O.V.

Lavender and Parvati were making fun of me today. Today it was about my teeth. They kept calling me "Beaver" and "Woodchuck". I couldn't stand it and ran into Myrtle's bathroom. My mistake. She started howling when she saw me take out my razor. As I got to work on my arms, she threatened to tell everyone. I told her I would tell everyone about how she fancies Snape. She howled and went back into her toilet. I let the blood drip down my arm and onto the floor. It stung, but not as much as the things people say to me. Footsteps approached the stall and I could see familiar trainers from under the stall. "Hermione! Come out please!" Harry pleaded.

"Yeah 'Mione! Don't listen to those bloody bitches! They don't know how amazing you are!" Ron said with his voice cracking a bit.

I didn't respond to them. I noticed the pool of blood on the floor and prayed they wouldn't notice.

"Shit! Harry! Look!"

No such luck.

"Reckon she's cutting again." Harry said while sighing.

I unlocked the stall door and stepped out.

"Guys don't worry! I haven't been cutting, I picked a scab." I lied smoothly.

Ron looked pale and squeaked "Show me your arms and legs 'Mione! Right now dammit!!"

Fuck. What else could I do? I rolled my sleeves up and pulled down my skirt. A collective gasp came from both boys. Harry was the first to find his voice.

"H-Hermione...." He started, on the verge of tears.

Ron actually ran into the stall and threw up, he was crying so hard. He's charming, that one. When he was done getting sick, he grabbed my hand, and started to lead me down the hall. The hall towards Madame Pomfrey.