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*Explicit sexual content*

'When Hermione cut into her wrists later that night, she realised her blood wasn't muddy after all. Just the same as it had always been.'

A seventh year fic that starts pre war. A mentally Ill Hermione Granger left alone under the wandering eye of a broken deatheater. The restricted section of the library soon becomes big enough for two when Hermione offers assistance for a task that has been proved impossible.

- Mature readers only
- Slow burn
- Dramione
- Smut with feelings
- Fluff and angst
- Toxicity
- Themes of self harm and mental Illness throughout

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