You sat down across from Hermione. She had wanted to speak to you for a while but you had avoided her as much as possible; now you couldn't do that anymore. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione looked down at her hands before looking at you.
"I'm really worried about you." You felt panic rising in your chest, you knew where this was going and you really didn't want to talk about it. You weren't ready to talk. "What do you mean?" You asked, as casually as you could, but Hermione wasn't stupid. "You know what I mean." She stated. "You're not eating. You're not sleeping. You look ill." Hermione stopped and sighed, but never once took her eyes off you. "I'm worried that you're going to end up hurting yourself."
"You're worrying about nothing. I'm fine."
"No, you're not," Hermione replied, sharply. "I know you better than anyone. Please, just talk to me." You felt the sharp sting of tears in the corners of your eyes. You took a moment to try and compose yourself. You tried to speak but nothing came out. You quickly stood up and headed to the door. "I'm sorry. I can't talk about this right now." You left, leaving her to silently begin to cry as she watched you disappear.
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Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines
FanfictionPreferences and Imagines from Harry Potter. All Preferences and imagines are for everyone unless requested for specified. I own none of these characters, I just really love the series! I'll also (hopefully) be doing some imagines based on cast memb...
