Not the Same

Chapter Three- Harry's P.O.V.

As I walked through the long halls, all I could think about was Hermione. I don't like her in any way other than a sister, but I was worried about her. She's changed since 4th year. She's become a lot more quiet, and doesn't raise her hand much anymore. Her grades are still phenomenal, but she is taking fewer classes. She let's Ron and I copy homework every night now, without a fight. Ron and I agreed to do our own homework for her sake. She rarely smiles, unless she's with Ron. She's fancied him since 1st year. He was a prat, going out with Lavender in September to make her jealous. Boy did it. Lavender was crazy about Ron too. That's probably why Lavender is such a bitch to her. I honestly don't understand girls. Lavender and Hermione never had a problem until Ron came into the picture. Hermione doesn't even give Lavender shit back. She just takes it. Look where it gets her though, slicing her arms and thighs open. The thought made me sick. I know she needs help. Ron and I can't give it to her. The room began to spin, and I leaned against the wall. She's my little sister. I would give her the world. I need to find someone to help her. Someone who will listen. I know just the person.