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Oh screw it. Double update.

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙝𝙚𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥.

He must've passed out, probably from crying so hard.

He sat on the edge of her bed again, wondering what he should say next, should he say that he was in love with her and he always had been with her and only her? Should he tell her how he had never wanted anything more in his life than to have walked out of the D.A. meeting with her, holding her hand and never looking back? How he missed her bright toothy smile, how he wished he wasn't the cause of her putting herself on mute, to dial back everything she was to a minimal, too scared to go forward from fear of being hurt once again. How he would imagine their future together where Voldemort wasn't a problem, how he had expected to one day change her name to Ophelia Potter. How he missed holding her how he wanted to, when he wanted to simply because he loved her.

Yes he loves her.

There was no shadow of a doubt about that now, but it was too late.

Standing up, he moved to his own bedroom where he got changed for the day and made his way downstairs where he found everyone sat having breakfast, except Ophelia, but he took his seat and helped himself, Hermione gave him a pointed look and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" he asked in a voice quiet enough for her to hear, as Ron leaned in also to hear.

"What happened last night?" asked Ron

"Nothing... nothing at all." said Harry, putting down his toast.

"Nothing?" asked Hermione perplexed, "Nothing at all? You didn't talk?"

"I did most of the talking, but... I don't know if I've made things worse or not, I just want to know where I stand." he said glumly, stabbing his sausage with his fork, "I just wish she'd talk to me like she used to."

"She's upset Harry... just give it some time." said Hermione gently, "I have no idea how she'll react the next time she sees-"

"Don't say her name, makes me want to throw up." said Harry shortly, catching Hermione's eye as well as Ron's, "I mean it, if you want someone to be you-know-who, it's her."

"Alright, I don't know how she'll react when she sees you-know-who, every time her name gets mentioned something in the room breaks." Said Hermione sipping her tea, "Ginny said something yesterday and the lightbulb burst."

"I hope it's her nose next time." said Ginny out of nowhere, plopping down beside Hermione, eagerly pulling forward a plate of food "I think she's despicable, and I know she's got a decent right hook."

"Yeah, I think we're all agreed that she's now despised locally." said Ron, getting another helping of beans, "And to think, she was buttering up Harry all this time while Ophelia was in hospital-"

Harry grimaced, pushing his plate away at the thought of Ophelia sat alone for weeks while Romilda had been playing all along, his jaw tightened in anger that he had fallen for it.

"Don't Ron, I'll actually puke thinking about it." said Ginny, "It's disgusting behaviour."

Hermione shook her head,
"And to think she's already started rumours that you're dating her now instead of Phee-"

"WHAT?!" yelled Harry, his vein bulging in his neck as he threw down his knife and fork on the plate in complete revulsion and disbelief, though this startled the adults in the room, which just so happened to be his mother, and Ophelia's, the both of them looked concerned, but that was the last thing he wanted, for their mum's to find out and pick sides.