"CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, DRACO?" I yelled. "HERMIONE WAS THE ONLY PERSON APART FROM YOU THAT KNEW ABOUT THESE SCARS! HOW CARELESS ARE YOU, HONESTLY?" I cried.
"I WAS DOING YOU A FAVOUR! YOU'D RATHER TELL EVERYONE NOW THE EASY WAY THAN HAVE T...
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"No...don't worry, you can stay."
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I woke up to the worst headache I had ever had. I was surprised I got any sleep at all, but I didn't want to have a horrible experience waking up. I stepped out of my bed, just to feel myself fall back down onto my bed.
I hadn't eaten since dinner the night before last, but just because my body needed to, doesn't mean I was going to. I decided, in the end, to just go back to sleep and not worry about any classes.
"Not well, hey?" I looked over to see Daphne walking out of the bathroom, drying her hair.
"I feel like I need to be sick but I can't be sick, and on top of all of that, my head is pounding like a bell." I covered myself with my blanket.
"I'll tell Hermione you're not in today. Oh," She quickly made her way over to the windowsill and came back holding a piece of parchment. "Your owl, what's her name again?"
"His name is Woody."
"Right, Woody dropped this off last night, I think it's from Hermione." I carefully opened the letter.
Dear Y/n Granger,
I Can't Tell You how sorry I am for Dinner yesterday. Harry, Ron and I have had a lot going on lately, however, they had no right to talk to you like that. I haven't seen either of them since I spoke to them yesterday. I know this isn't like me, but after you left, I called them both dicks and went after you. I couldn't get into the Slytherin common room sadly, so I had to stop, but if I don't see you at any meals today, I'm getting Daphne to let me into your dorm. I love you so much Y/n, but I can't let you keep skipping meals, even if it's because you "aren't hungry".
Lots of love, Hermione Granger xx
"Ugh." I groaned. Hermione wanted me to go to dinner. I get why, but I can't even stand up properly, let alone go down to the great hall! Plus, I think if I ate anything at the moment, is probably throw up.
"I'm going down to breakfast, I'll bring you back something!" Daphne's voice echoed through the stairs as she made her way down and out of sight.
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Daphne raced down the stairs, making sure she had time to eat, get Y/n some food, and get to class on time.
"Hey, Daphne?" She looked over and found Hermione calling her over.
