Unspoken Harmony

i think i love you too

Hermione's mirror was right. What Ron said only cemented it, even Emma had a punctual time stamp in Hermione's mind. She was disgusting a creature that hid itself behind a smokescreen of intelligence.

"Can't believe he went out with you. He's just pitying you. You do know that right?" Ron's words echoed through her mind. she already thought as much but hearing the words spoken outside of her own head struck her heart like an unforgivable curse. Tears fell gingerly down towards her pillow. Lavander tried to talk to her, but she shut her curtains tightly. Her night was ruined in a snap. Harry couldn't really be pitying her? He told her extensively about his home life, she's held him in her arms, she's shared things she hasn't shared with anyone else with him, but a small part of her knew that Harry would never like her the same way. Ron's comments only cemented that.

"I'm unsufferable." she said quietly as she pressed her face into the damp pillow. She was lucky that it was the about to be the weekend. She'd have two days to be alone and ignore everything, but even an imbecile would know that nothing lasts forever. She'd have to brave the common room... talk to people talk to him.

"I'm disgusting." she really just left Harry all alone to dance. She saw him talking to Cho she couldn't see his expression, but she was smiling, laughing, and flirting. It hurt allot to see someone almost as infatuated with Harry as she was. Ginny, Cho and who else. There must be a hundred girls who want to be with him. All prettier like Cho, or maybe even more communicable like Ginny. Harry told me himself that I wasn't what Ron said. Part of her was hoping that Ron was lying that Harry didn't tell him that.

"Even if you don't believe me Harry told me himself. He thinks your Disgusting, Insufferable and Unwanted by everybody. Bloody hell I'd bet Neville wouldn't even take a look at you." She thought about the stares of her with Harry. How they judged Harry for being with her, and how Harry lied to her telling her that she was beautiful. How she believed him with all of her being. She was delusional for him.

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Harry was fuming. Not angry, Pissed. Dumbledore had to separate him and Ron's dorm. Ron slept with Dean and Seamus Harry with Neville. A magical smokescreen of sorts separated the two halves of the room. Shapes and figures walked across the opaque surface, Harry could somewhat make out Ron's figure. Ron single handedly ruined everyone's night.

"Don't feel too bad Harry, you did wallop him pretty hard." Neville said with a lopsided smile. Harry stared at him for a second before asking him a pretty deep question.

"Neville. Do you remember your parents at all? Before everything happened." Harry stared as Neville's face dropped. Neville stared at his feet before taking a step away from Harry.

"I'm sorry it's just I keep having this dream." Harry began as Neville looked back up to him listening intently.

"Where this woman, keeps telling me that I'm Loved. I think it's my mom." Neville sat down on his bed across from Harry before talking.

"I Dunno Harry... sometimes I'll get nightmares of them screaming. but I think I made it up. They never told me that they loved me. It's not their fault I guess I was just a baby." Neville stared into his hands not looking up towards Harry.

"They're still alive right? Harry asked.

"Yeah, but my gran doesn't think so. She says they're broken or shattered she thinks it's worse than death." he said looking up at Harry before continuing.

"I don't know though."

"What do you think your parents were like before everything happened?" Harry questioned trying to fill the desperate silence that enveloped the two.