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i woke up inside the hospital wing. hermione was beside me, sitting on a stool, waiting for me to wake up. she was the first thing i looked at. i was lucky. when she saw my eyes flutter open, she smiled and held my hand tighter. i smiled back.
"youve been resting for a while. welcome back," she said.
"how long?"
"a day."
"its not even that long," i disagreed. she gave out a small laugh.
"im glad youre back," she said. "ill talk to ron. i dont know what happened to him."
"its kinda my fault. dont take it out on him," i laughed. "you know the weasels a wimp."
"i absolutely cannot believe youre insulting the person who beat you up! maybe, you are a gryffindor!" we laughed together. it was good seeing hermione. these days, ive been sleeping good since she happened.
suddenly, it all went back to me. my smile faded, and she seemed to notice. ginny. she was depressed, and i didnt know. how did i miss this? i thought she was only desperate for sex. did she really have true feelings for me? oh my god. this cant be real.
i snapped when hermione asked me what was wrong, "are you.. alright? does something hurt?"
"i-im fine," i stuttered. i was frightened. it isnt the first time that ive been a burden to somebody, but this felt different.
"tell me,"
"ginny has.. depression?" i asked, hoping she would give me some answers. i knew they were best friends.
"well," she scratched her head. "i guess you could say that. she hasnt been eating full meals lately. shes been crying in bed all day. our rooms filled with tissues, and the least we could do for her is clean it up."
"do you.. know why?"
"no, she wouldnt tell," she said. "why is this relevant?"
"i.." at that point, i was about to confess my shared secrecy with ginny. i felt bad for her.
hermione left as i was about to speak about my guilt. however, i stayed inside the infirmary out of shame or a few hours, and was given freedom afterwards. i was scared, ashamed, and guilty. one, my reputation was at the edge of a cliff. i got beaten up by a weasley. most importanty, the dumbest weasley. i merely let him continue because of how horrible i was to his sister and how clueless i was at the time. depression? how nuts, how did she cope? the guilt was already eating me up.
i went back to the common room and malfoy greeted with me with a laugh. "youre pathetic!" he screamed. "youre a disgrace to the slytherins. the weasel shouldve ended up in the infirmary! not you. youre such a pathetic goose."
i wasnt having such a good day. i rushed to him and found his hiddeous laugh fade. i pushed him and the other slytherins watched as the fight unraveled.
"whats your problem?" malfoy frowned. "what, so now youre going to take it out on me because you cant fight a harmless little weasley back?" he laughed. the other slytherins joined him.
"im having a bad day. maybe you should fuck off," i held up a middle finger.
"hey, hey. thats enough, we dont want you back in the infirmary," parkinson immediately walked between us.
"what, you dont think i can handle this snake?" i told her. she shook her head. "its time you know your boyfriends being a douchebag! you know hes kissed several women before and after you dated,"
"thats not true!" malfoys expression softened and became worried.
i left as pansy began slapping her dumbass boyfriend. he was in big trouble, all right.
when the sun fell, i felt my muscles tire from all the exhaustion and decided to send hermione a letter via hedwig. hedwig flapped her wings to hermiones window. i saw her briefly take and read the mail, hoping shed reply with a simple 'goodnight'.
hedwig came back with her reply.
cant sleep. - harry
cant come over. sorry. what you doing? - hermione
i smiled. i wrote back,
i dont know..... that reminds me, you know the ball is coming in a month.
right. the annual 7th year ball. it came earlier than i expected. i was going to ask a classmate to dance. well, there was one in particular whos really, really, pretty. until, hermione came in my life. shes way prettier than my classmate. i sent the letter, hoping shed bring up the fact that no one asked her out yet.
what about it? some guy named cormac asked me out. i heard hes a fine keeper in quidditch. should i consider him as my dance partner?
reading her reply, i felt angered. cormac mclaggen? eugh, he gives such an ick. he isnr a fine keeper at all. the weasels better if i may add. why would she consider him at all!
i immediately wrote this with a messy handwriting,
mclaggen? thats awkward. why would you want to consider him at all?
she replied,
hm? whats awkward? aw, cmon, he seems nice!
i knew she was doing this to mess with my feelings!
thats great, but i make a better seeker myself. hm, howd you feel if your fuck buddy is competing with your best friend who has a grudge on him, and your icky ball date?
i proudly sent her that. duh, ive won more than 25 games in my years of quidditch. im the youngest quidditch captain ever!
ok, youre annoying. right, i forgot about the quidditch match next week. anyway, who are you taking the ball?
i replied,
bet you five galleons, im going to win the match against your stupid boys. ;) still thinking about my ball date. not rushing. you shouldnt rush too.
and then she said,
bet. i gotta go, i gotta sleep early. goodnight, harry :)
thats it! thats the goodnight ive been waiting for! i realized i was already smiling broadly for a long time, making my jaw hurt already.
okay. goodnight, hermione. sweet dreams!
with that, i fell asleep, forgetting to send hermione my goodnight reply.
