Weakness

The people I let get too close always quickly back away. They don't like who I am under this mass of flaming hair and innocent smiles. I have a dark side, a side, which has been there since my first year. Slowly corrupting me with schizophrenic thoughts and treacherous dreams.

Tom showed me another world, and for a while I denied it. Cut myself when those images became too possible, too perfect. The blood trickled down my arms and inner thighs, I crouched and watched a spot of blood slowly become a puddle on my mattress. My sinister thoughts drip out with the blood, and the after sting reminds me which side I am supposed to be on.

Was supposed to be on.

You're on the floor in front of me, colour from your face gone, your eyes bloodshot and clothes clinging to your damp skin. Poison does have the most wonderful effect on the human body.

You think I'm blind, stupid, and innocent little Weasley, desperate to be in the Famous. Golden. Trio. I'm not, I don't want to save the world. I want to destroy it.

Starting with my own world, and you are part of it. You're a big part of it.

It started as curiosity and ended with me needing you every night. Your hands on my body, fingers through my hair, sucking, kissing, teasing, I always begged for more, slight weakness of mine.

I can't have any weaknesses.

You're grabbing my skirt, pulling it, your breath coming in uneasy gasps. I sneer, and kick you off. You're so frail, it's almost heartbreaking to see.

You can't stand anymore, I watch you attempt to. I sit in a chair opposite and brood about times when you let boys whisper in your ear and run their dirty little fingers along your legs.

You used to smirk in my general direction at times like these, when my older brother used to kiss along your jaw, his huge hands warming themselves under your blouse. You wanted to cause a reaction. Always worked.

But I can't stand it anymore. Ron proposed last night and you accepted. You ran to me first, jumping about my room while I sit on my bed, my long black nails scratching up and down my legs.

"What about us?" I ask, jealously dripping off my voice.

You laugh, explain it was just phase, an experiment of ones sexuality.

You kiss my cheek, I plaster a fake smile across my face and get you a drink, in slips the poison and the grin doesn't become so fake.

If I can't have you no one can.

So now you're begging, you're crying, saying you have so much to live for. I laugh, heartless, crouch down beside you and whisper in your ear like all those boys did.

"Poor little witch, better to die now than later. Later could be much worse."

My eyes are like Luna's. Something dark trickles from the corner of your mouth. I hold up your head and kiss your lips, a metallic taste coats my tongue. Blood.

Your eyes slowly go completely black, your mouth sags and body, after a few spasms goes limp in my arms.

I smile. Throw my cloak over me and walk calmly from my dormitory room. Descending the stairs a meet a few people and mutter a polite 'hello'.

I pass Harry and Ron playing Wizards chess in the Common room and smile. They comment on the blood trickling off my lips. I simply say it isn't mine before stepping out through the exit and continue on my way.

They found her later that night. But by this time I had left, I'm not stupid, unlike popular belief. I just can't have any weaknesses.

Hermione Granger was one of them.