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Accidents

A.n (alternating with 'Accidental bouts of magic')

How do you get a bruised fist? It's not like you walk around with your fist upfront, expecting them to crash into a wall and ta-da! It's bruised.

No.

I like to refer to them as accidents. Hermione had an accident last night, I told people who inquired. Left her with a black eye and swollen and inflamed cheeks. People are gullible, really, how'd she get that from merely bumping into a wall? I'm even stunned that people never put two and two together.

Sometimes I tell her that I'm sorry. That I can't control these accidents, that I can't help that her femininity made her a target for such. Sometimes I beg and plead with her not to leave me, because as a matter of fact, I was more than fearful that there will be a faithful night where she decides she doesn't want to be with me and leaves. I would go mad if that ever happened. I can't lose her over these accidents I can't control.

No matter how many promises I made to her, deep down the guilty part of me fed off the lies I flung at her.

These accidents were going to be a part of our unhappy relationship, unfortunately.

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