Hermione's room

Chapter 1

Her tears would have been enough to fill the rivers.

"Are you alright?"The ghost floated close, she looked concerned.

"Yeah,I'm fine."The brunette wiped away her tears with the sleeves of her blouse.She could not remember how many times she had did this.On this same place.In the same time.Must be more than hundreds.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing." She let out another sob as a cold hand patted on her back.

"Oh poor girl, don't cry."Moaning myrtle shook her head, shocked at what has turned of the smartest witch of her year."Tell me what had happened. It'll make you feel better.I won't tell anyone."

"Myrtle, oh--"

Another river of tears. Myrtle recounted as she stared at the quivering girl.Her head was in between her thighs as she clutched her hands at it, her sharp nails digging into her lower limbs.

She had seemed to stop crying , after a couple of minutes before looking up at the ghost.Myrtle was surprised the girl had stopped girl so suddenly but only to grimace at what she had to say.

"I-is it bad that I want to die?"She had blinked so hard to keep her eyes dry.

Myrtle had kept her mouth shut. She knew it wasn't her time to go.

"I-is it bad that all of this happens because of I'm a mud blood?"Her lips started quivering at that aforementioned words, Myrtle winced once more. They were both muggle borns.It was the reason for her death.

"Maybe he was right.Blood really is everything."She shook her head, standing up, her hands giddy as she held on to the sink as if the ground was shaking.

Who was he?Myrtle wondered.If she had known his very name, she would scream his name in this forsaken bathroom and haunt anyone who was close to it. It sounded like it wouldn't work but it would. And all the girl had to say was his name.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as the brunette gazed up to meet her blood shot eyes, visible eye bags under them .Dark as they were. She saw nothing in the reflection, her finger caressing the glass gently.

"Help me."Her words had came to a bare whisper, a call for help.

Myrtle could only watch the girl with pity, for she could do nothing at all.

- - -

Down the hallways she walked, Luna was by her side, chatting with a girl who was from Slytherin .Hermione had barely spoken to her that morning. It was the way things worked and she was accepting of it. It was nice having someone in your life for once, she thought.

She sauntered quietly down, listening to her breathing and feeling how her chest had heaved up and down so slowly. There were faces everywhere. Some faces that she couldn't bear to see. Faces she loathed.

Luna was still talking to the un named friend whose name Hermione didn't know, except for her face. Ever since the war ended, she had been lonely.  And for the first and the last time she was ever going to board the train on the platform alone once again, just like the start of her wizarding journey. Just alone.

But now at least she had someone she could call a friend at least.

Hermione was glad she could just move on from the days of being in a trio who tossed her aside after the war, claiming all credit for defeating the dark lord.

This year was going to be a clean break for Hermione, she had decided.It was going to be her last, after all. Might as well, make the most of it.

However , these first few weeks had been hell for her. For it was just him, just him and everyone that wanted her to be their punching bag. 

"...he told me if I wanted him, I should have went to him in the first place."The blonde rolled her eyes, laughing coldly, of which sent a chill down Hermione's spine."Fucking joke he is."

"It's Blaise Zabini , what can you expect?"Her friend murmured."Forget him."

Luna had gone through a huge makeover somehow after the war, coming back toned, curvy and highly desired by boys in the school. She had thrown all those random spoken thoughts and philosophy out, choosing the alternate of gossip and sultry words. Even Malfoy was smitten with her.

"Yeah true,"Luna shakes her head."He's a bastard anyway, what can you expect?"

Blaise was the epitome of a man - whore you could, Granger could not fathom how could anyone like such a monster , let alone try to sleep with him. He was the type where he treats you as a faceless prostitute to satisfy your needs. The next morning, you wake up and try to give him a kiss or two. He will tell you get the fuck out of his room because you're just a another number of his girls, nothing more.

Hermione knew Luna was hurting. It was her coping mechanism, holding on to grudges. The war didn't fare on her. Remembering the once cheery girl she knew which was all now in the past. But she's all has left. Without her , she wouldn't have survived this 7th year at Hogwarts no doubt, up to this point.

A sigh escaped from her mouth once more as she followed behind Luna, her head slightly lowering down as she and her friend started greeting fellow classmates in the hallway.

Hermione prayed. Prayed to a God. Hoping somewhere there really was an entity that knew all of your problems , knew the answers to it and granted your hopes.

Then there he was, there he was, lazily slouched against the stone wall while he looked busy chatting with the aforementioned boy, Zabini who was his best pal. Girls giggled as they walked past them.

Two peas in a pod, like they said. Hermione shivered. They were alternating on the same page.Bet they even have the same intentions with people.

And Malfoy? It's simple to say they were on close terms  but not the way you would think they would be.

It was then he had appeared to notice her appearance and their eyes met. He smirked.

His leg out and there she went.

She hadn't even known what was happening around before the world seemed to upon her, her head pounding on the cobble floor and her whole head throbbed.

"I'm so sorry--"The blonde boy stammered before he tried to control his laughter, his eyes were cold with malice.

Hermione could only narrow her eyes, knowing every body in this room was laughing, pointing at her and she could only swallow back her tears as she was rooted to the floor.

Her face blank as she weakly got up, pushing past the crowd, purposely brushing her shoulder against his. Hopefully that scared him.

Luna and her friend were still talking. They hadn't noticed what happened, too caught up in their conversation. 

Hermione looked at them, her eyes blinking, shrugging her shoulders before they started walking off once again and there she was behind them, tucking back a stray curly lock behind her ear, following.