Granger's Wolf

Suicide

She was conscious again. So she was still alive. Shame. Memories of what happened attacked her and she jerked away when she found Malfoy, human Malfoy, crouched in front of her. He eyed her cautiously but didn't move.

'You've been unconscious for two days.'

Hermione felt sharp pain in her right arm and found it heavily bandaged. When she looked up, Hermione found Malfoy eyeing her arm with what she thought was regret. She banished those thoughts. This is Malfoy.

She remembered him attacking her in his werewolf form and panicked once more.

'Am I going to be a werewolf?' Hermione asked, already knowing and hating the answer.

'No.'

'You bit me.'

He clenched his jaw. 'Yes. But you won't be a werewolf.'

What. That wouldn't be possible unless she was given the Preventer, a recently invented potion, in time. 'You gave me the Preventer potion. But why?'

He didn't answer. She knew he wouldn't.

'Why keep me alive at all?'

Malfoy's expression became cold before answering. 'Surely you know, mudblood, that you have all the information we want inside that little head of yours.'

Of course. She would have to occlude more than ever. Perhaps she could kill herself before anything more horrific happened. She thought of Harry and Ron, of Fred and George, of Molly's warm hugs, of Ginny's energy and of Luna's mythical creatures. She would never see them again. Her eyes welled up with tears. She had to kill herself before Malfoy read her mind. She would sacrifice her life to protect the Order. To protect Harry. She made up her mind. Once the egoistic pureblood left her cell, she would find a way to kill herself.

When Hermione looked back at Malfoy, she found him looking at her. His expression didn't have the usual hatred she'd grown so accustomed to. When she caught his eye, he looked away quickly, stood up and left the cell. Strange.

Hermione found food and water. Clean water. She was so tempted and had to remind herself that she would die soon. The thought crushed her appetite. She began to think of ways to kill herself.

Hermione found small rocks on the floor. She picked one and sharpened it against the rough walls. When it was sharp enough, she took a deep breath and thought of her friends. Of her parents. Her life was so low a price to protect them. She had to do this. Hermione breathed deeply once more and cut her wrist open. She hissed at the pain but reminded herself that it was worth it. For the Order. For Harry.

She felt herself getting weaker and weaker. Her own blood pooling around her. Hermione remembered her mother's warmth and her father's gentleness. She remembered Harry's emerald eyes and Ron's sheepish grin. Hermione began crying when she realized how much she already missed them, and selfishly, she wanted them to miss her too. She felt her end nearing. It's worth it.

She was drifting into unconsciousness when she heard a voice scream her given name.

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