Slice. Slice. Slice. Hermione has become lost in her depression, turning to her blade for help. Can a certain red headed jokester glue the shattered pieces of her together again? HG/GW *Trigger warning self-harm, anorexia* RATED M FOR CONTENT

Hermione isn't the happy girl from fourth year anymore. Over the summer, she changed. Gone were the colours, replaced by gloom. She isn't a person anymore. She becomes a shell. When George notices, will he help her or leave her to wither away? A GeorgexHermione fanfic. Rated M for self-harm, cutting, language and possible smut in later chapters. Enjoy! (Editing entire thing.)