Paint it Black

Hermione Granger was filled with bitterness. Bitterness toward her so-called friends, people who had claimed to be her friends just so they could get the answers from her. Everyone always took advantage of Hermione to get the answers.

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colours anymore I want them to turn black

School was stressful. Getting perfect marks all the time had begun to take its toll on her. Her eyes had deep bags under them from spending sleepless nights worrying over school, boys, and just life in general.

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Her eyes darted around the room. There was Katie Bell, dressed in a tight baby tee and mini skirt, cuddling up to Fred Weasley, her long-time boyfriend. And there was Angelina Johnson, wearing a black, seductive little number, snuggling her boyfriend, George Weasley.

I see a line of cars and they are painted black

Both flowers and my love both never to come back

Next, her thoughts turned to Draco Malfoy, the acidic, evil, but oh-so-sexy Slytherin boy she had loved since first sight. The way his milky blonde hair fell in his eyes, those beautiful silver eyes, so deep and profound. She had made up her mind, she would never pay him mind again. Too many times had he abused her, made fun of her for not-so perfect figure, for her intelligence. So one day, she had snapped.

"What gives you the right, Draco Malfoy," she screamed one day in Transfiguration, "to make others feel inferior just because you are so insecure?"

"Oh, I'm insecure? Opposed to you, who's a bitter slut?" Draco retorted.

"Draco Malfoy, you are an arrogant, egocentric..." here Hermione said a word that made the class gasp. Hermione Granger, the pure, sweet witch with that kindly girl-next-door charm? "...who has no regard or respect for anyone's feelings or the rules!"

"Miss Granger, never would I expect such behaviour from you! I am absolutely shocked! I must ask you to report to Professor Dumbledore's office at once," Professor McGonagall interrupted, her eyes wide in shock.

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Like a newborn baby it just happens every day

This was it. Hermione did not care what people thought of her anymore. She would no longer be "that pure, sweet witch with that kindly girl-next-door attitude." This was definitely all she'd take.

I look inside my soul and see my heart is black

I see my red door and it's heading into black

Opening Lavender's makeup case (which she had stolen from inside Lavender's trunk), she pulled out everything she'd need. Oh yes, they'd know her name, now!

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts

It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

She began with the eyeliner. Thick, black lines around her eyes, drawing attention to the dark circles, she drew first. She pulled her hair out of its loose braid and arranged it seductively around her face.

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted black, oh baby

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted black, oh baby

She again thought of Draco. She could picture his milky-white face, his silvery blonde hair... she nearly felt his lips caressing her skin.

Wordlessly, she then picked up Lavender's mascara, and applied it skilfully around her eyes.

Finally, she took out Lavender's rose red lipstick. Laying it on her lips thick, she blew an imaginary kiss.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

I could not foresee this thing happening to you

Hermione walked out of her common room, and down, down through the depths of the castle. She paused at the Slytherin dormitories, pulled on the invisibility cloak.

"Serpent Tongue!" she whispered, walking into the Slytherin Common Room.

If I look hard enough into the setting sun

My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

"Hermione?" She turned and saw the boy of her dreams, the object of her affections, Draco Malfoy.

"What's the matter, Malfoy? Ferret got your tongue?" Draco started to laugh, just a small laugh. Hermione joined him, although her laugh had this chilling, diabolical edge to it.

"Avada Kedavra!" she smiled, pointing her wand at Draco. He crumpled into a heap of death on the floor. She kissed his dead cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick stain.

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted black, oh

Black as night, black as coal

Again, Hermione walked up to the Gryffindor Common Room. She smiled, and began to laugh again.

I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky

Painted, painted, painted black oh baby

Painted, painted, painted black

Taking a pistol from inside her robes, Hermione laughed. Yes, she laughed. Then she pulled the trigger.

Parvati Patil, having been startled by hearing a gunshot in the Gryffindor girls' dormitories, ran in. The sight that met her would stay in her head for years, haunting her very being.

Hermione Granger lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, blood oozing out of her head like some horrible travesty of a river. The pistol sat on her chest, on top of a rather hastily scrawled note. Parvati gingerly walked over to her body, picked up the note, and began to read.

Dear Friends, Enemies, and Likewise,

This is my final goodbye to all of you. Here are my sentiments:

To Harry: You are a remarkably good person. Stay kind, benign, and good, for it will help you through these hard times. Oh yeah, stay famous, Potter.

To Ron: I hope that you go far in life. Come to a realization with your inner-self, and you will. Good luck with your Quidditch.

To Ginny: Thank you, Ginny, for being my friend, and almost my sister. Please Owl my parents, tell them I love them and that I will miss them very much.

To Parvati: You are a remarkable girl. You are pretty, intelligent, and witty. I suggest that you get to know Ron Weasley better...

To Lavender: You are also incredible. I hope you succeed in your Divination. Swallow your pride, and ask Harry for a date.

The letter went on and on, naming Hermione's friends, and sentiments to the world. However, the very the last part of her suicide note caught Parvati's eye.

To Draco: I killed myself for you. At this time, you are dead. I killed you. You killed me, I suppose. So now we're even. We'll be in Hell together. So maybe we can love each other there. Or perhaps even as a dead person I will still be insignificant to you. For you, I gave my love, my feelings, and my life.

So goodbye, cruel world. This is Hermione Granger, signing off.

Parvati's eyes turned wide with shock. She had talked to Blaise Zabini that very morning about Draco. Blaise had confided in Parvati that Draco was going to ask Hermione out that evening. He had prepared everything perfectly for her.

Well, she surmised, Hermione was right about one part. They can love each other in Heaven or Hell, wherever they be.