Slytherin

21.Regret

This chapter is dedicated to LauraTomasetti for voting on a lot of my chapters:)

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I was rooted to the ground. Blood was pounding in my ears. I could vaguely hear Draco speaking reassuringly near my ear, but at the moment, I didn't care. All that mattered was that I had hurt Hermione.

"Harry? Harry!"

My eyes focused instead onto the blond male in front of me, looking very worried. "Harry! Are you alright?" Draco asked, placing a hand on my arm. "Yeah. I'm fine.." I answered. I shook off his hand and started walking towards the castle. "Wait up!" Draco yelled. He caught up and we walked in silence. We entered the castle and made our way towards the dungeons. We made it into the common room after what felt like hours. "I need some time." I said plainly. Draco nodded and left. I turned to walk up the dormitory stairs. My brain felt numb and fuzzy. Hermione. Hurt. I yelled. Out of control...

I didn't bother to change out of my robes before flopping onto my bed. I closed the curtains to give me more privacy. A thought invaded into my mind, why do I yell at my best friend when she confronts me but not some girl who I barely know?

I lay in bed, pondering the thought. Was all the stuff I said about not trusting Gryffindors true?

No.

Then why'd I say that?

I wondered why I unleashed my anger at Hermione. If not Pansy, whom I barely know. I felt bad for yelling at my best friend, then her words invaded my mind...

"I try to know you Harry! Unlike you. The only person you ever talk about anything to is your sweet Draco. All you say is "hello" and a simple conversation- then you leave! I want to know you, you're a genuinely nice person but maybe, I was wrong."

The words "maybe I was wrong" repeated in my head as if on loop. That made my feel hurt, and angry. Angry because she had the nerve to say that.

You deserve it. Admit it, you haven't been the greatest friend you could have been.

No. No. I am a good friend. I'm a good friend to Draco, to Ron, to Hermione..

Draco, yes. Ron, yes. Hermione..

I sighed. I guess that was about right.

"Maybe you don't Hermione! Maybe everything you know about me is just the facts everyone else knows! Maybe you try to know me to prove that you are a know-it-all at everything!"

A stab of regret hit me. I know I had hurt Hermione with that. She was very sensitive with people calling her a know-it-all. And I had basically said that she wasn't trying to be a good friend. I sighed. I wasn't going to end the night like this. I pulled open my curtains and got out of bed. I picked up a piece of parchment from atop my nightstand. I then got a quill and started writing.

Dear Hermione,

I'm sorry.

It wasn't much. Actually, it wasn't really anything at all. But it was two big, important words, that had to be said. "Hedwig!" I called. She flew to me and hooted happily. She stuck out her right leg, and I attatched the letter firmly onto her leg. I stroked her feathers before she took off into the cool night air. I rested an elbow on the windowsill as I watched her fly out of sight. Hearing footsteps and chatter, I hurried back into my bed covers and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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My winter break starts tomorrow! So I will definately be updating twice or three times a week.