Slytherin Pride

The truth.

Mione's POV
Ginny wasn't present in the rest of the day's classes. I was getting fed up and was running out of excuses for her absences. I was already having trouble focusing on my studies with all that was happening at the moment. Ron, is scaring me. With all his assumptions about Draco, and his threats. I used to object to his wild stories about what body parts he was going to rip from him first, but now...he just flexes and I back off. He was surprisingly strong and has an anger containment issue. I may be better at spells but his brute force is enough to overwhelm me. Plus, now that he's found out that I'm afraid of him, he knows he has an advantage. In the past years he's been nice, it was a little annoying to do his homework all the time, but...but at least back then he wasn't....abusive. I bit my tongue and cursed myself for thinking that. He was a loving and caring boyfriend! I protested in my mind, but I could still see me losing a hopeless battle. I marched into the common room and say down on the floor in front of the fire, taking in its warmth. I started going over my essays that I had made when the common room seemed to shake and Harry burst through the door looking outraged, maybe even a little mad. It startled me so much, I jumped back nearly catching my uniform shirt on fire. I could see his chest rising and falling and he stomped towards me. He threw something slender across the room and stopped right in front of me. "Get up! Now hermione!" I stumbled up in a panicky manor. "Come on..."
"B-but..." I interrupted him. He continued urging me forward. "But Harry..." I protested. He finally spun around. "What?!" He demanded. I took a deep breath before replying. "Why did you throw a...a...was it a comb?" He visibly swallowed. "Y-yes. Please. Don't interrupt me again. Please. "
He was officially starting to scare me. "What happened?!" He swallowed again. And started pacing in front of me. "Eight years...eight years I've known and cared and loved you like family, you took me in, helped me on tests, we were all invited into Ron's family..." I found myself nodding. "Yes oh course! It hasn't changed!" He stopped and pushed me against the wall I yelped on instinct. "Why didn't you tell me then?! Huh?! Why didn't you tell me the same night it happened! Because a simple shove now puts you on end! It's not even that bad, fine I get it, u wouldn't want me getting upset, but but then you go...and you either told Malfoy or he snooped in on you! You told a death eater and not your best friend!" I could feel the color drain from my face. I wanted to come up with something witty, I didn't have time to think. "You snooping little..." The more I thought of it the harder t was to contain my feelings. "I-I..." Then I did something that I'd been doing so often lately, I hated myself for it. Is kid down the wall scraping my back in the process and started sobbing. Harry immediately ran to the couch and grabbed a blanket before sinking down to the floor as well wrapping his arm protectively around me as I cried into his shoulder. "I'm sorry Mione..." He whispered gently as I heaved. "Harry I wanted too, truly...b-but....I thought you would laugh and take Ron's side...your closer to him...and well, boys usually laugh at things that I find as sick. So I figured....id just keep it to myself and..." Another wave of tears overwhelmed me as my body trembled under Harry's arm. He nodded and made "shushing" sounds trying to calm me down. "Then why...did you uh...talk to you know..." He cleared his throat an looked actually uncomfortable about the topic of Draco. Did he encounter him? I'll ask later...I realized he was waiting for my response. "Oh...no he overheard me crying and asked what was wrong. I was in a bad state so I told him." I almost cringed at that lie. Draco had figured it out on his own and forced me to tell him because he wanted to know if I was alright. I swallowed and looked down so I didn't have to meet Harry's eyes. "He overheard you or he forced you...I can beat him up if I have too really hermione I could-" I sharply inhaled as the memory of the Quidditch game started to replay in my mind. "Harry don't ever touch Malfoy again." He looked thoroughly confused. "Why would it matter..." I tried to keep my tears and my anger under control as I replied. "Because it would make gi-
Uh...it would make me feel bad Bc then I would have to heal him." He nodded and stood up stretching before helping me up. "I'm not going to ask for detail on the whole Ron thing, but please, talk with me okay Mione?" I nodded. "Okay." I said in a whimpers whisper voice. "Okay." He agreed as he lightly kissed my forehead and hugged me one last time. Before walking out of the portrait door.

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