Warnings: Self-Harm (Only a teeny teeny WEENY bit) and Suicide. Nothing too graphic. But If you can't deal with these type of things, look away now.

Authors Note: Hello! I don't know why i keep putting Hermione in situations like this, I guess it's just my messed up mind that can imagine her doing things like this. This is my second angsty Hermione one-shot base off a song. My first one was 4st 7lb. If you haven't checked that one out already can you please do so. Oh, and I've eat all my cookies (SORRY!) that I was meant to give out to reviewrs, so you can have some cheese instead (I have PLENTY of that) . K?

P.S. Whoever HE is, is up to your imagination. I imagine him as Draco myself, but totally up to you.

Except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars. I'm fine. ~ Maria Mena - A Few Small Bruises.

I'm out here on the ledge. Where I've been so many times before. But not for this purpose.

It's so peaceful. Unlike everywhere else in this messed up and painful world.

It's so noisy out there. It's deafening to my ears.

I look up into the sky. I try to find my cloud. My Grandfather used to tell me that everyone has their own specific cloud. Different from the rest. But still the same.

This'll be my last chance to find it.

"Ask Hermione. She knows everything."

I don't.

I'm not far away from stepping off.

I'm not far away from death.

I'm not far away from the stars.

I'm not far away from the clouds.

I'm not far away from happiness.

I'm not far away from heaven (or hell).

A few more steps.

I'm not far away at all.

"Ask Hermione. She can find everything."

I can't.

I finally picked out my cloud.

My Grandfather would be proud.

Or maybe not.

It's the lonely one over there.

Surrounded by all the air.

"Ask Hermione. She'll help anyone."

I won't.

I hear footsteps behind me.

I turn. I see you.

You reach out your hand.

"I understand"

I see it in your eyes. You really do.

"So why not come down?"

"Ask Hermione. She'll tell you."

I shan't.

Everyone came to visit me the next day.

They ask.

"Are you alright?"

I answer.

"Oh, except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars. I'm fine. Thank you for asking!"

Lies.

"Ask Hermione. She knows everything."

I don't.

You come in next.

We talk.

I find out we're not so different as I first thought.

"Ask Hermione. She can find everything."

I can't.

You say.

"I'm so glad we had this moment here alone."

I look in your eyes. I can see everything in your eyes.

"Ask Hermione. She'll help anyone."

I won't.

"I know they think I'm crazy.

I know they think I'm mad.

But everything I am.

Is everything I was taught to be.

Except, that's not me."

"Ask Hermione. She'll tell you."

I shan't.

You read me my diary today.

As you read it out loud.

You make me sound.

Genius.

Special.

Someone.

Perfect.

"Ask Hermione. She's the perfect one."

I'm not.