"Buried, almost tangible secrets filled the space between them, and so, without a second to think, she closed it."
The scars of war opened more wounds than Harry Potter thought possible. As he returns to Hogwarts for his eighth and final year, he le...
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a/n: let the record reflect i'm not trying to make any characters a stereotypical, cliché bitch who gets in the way. even though Medea may look like it, please remember that EVERY CHARACTER serves a purpose and there will always be a deeper meaning !!
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"I hate you, Harry."
Fearing whiplash from his double-take, Harry spun to stare at Hermione. She kept her eyes fixed on her thick book, but his ears hadn't mistaken him despite the abruptness of her words.
"Pardon?"
"I said I hate you, Harry," she said a bit louder as she slammed her book closed. "I told you not to say anything to Anna about Malfoy —"
"Fucking hell, I knew you were —"
"— but you went and did it anyway — like I knew you would — now Anna won't talk to us! And it's entirely your fault! I had just convinced Ron to stop being rude every time she spoke to me, too!"
"How is this my fault?" asked Harry, who was quite aware it was his fault.
"How is it not!" Hermione's furious eyes ripped into him. "I told you to stay back, didn't I?"
"Yes, but —"
"And I told you not get in a jealousy bout and bother Malfoy and Annabelle, didn't I?"
"Well yes, but —"
"And still," she said through her teeth, "what did you end up doing? Tell me, Harry, what did you do?"
Harry clenched his jaw. "I got in a jealousy bout and bothered Malfoy and Annabelle," he said tonelessly.
Hermione threw a hand in the air. "Thank you."
"Whose side are you on?" he exclaimed with sudden exasperation.
"There are no sides!" said Hermione. "It's not war —"
Harry glared at the bookshelf. "Feels like one."
"Oh, shut up," said Hermione, her eyes rolling so far he could see white. "Don't get melodramatic over this. It's not like she publicly disowned you — it's a fight."
"That's what I'm saying! There shouldn't be a fight to begin with! I assumed she was going to the ball with Malfoy because she hangs with him —"
"You saw them talk once."
"— now neither of us has got a date, she won't talk to you or me, and now she's mad at me for assuming."
"Harry," said Hermione. "This isn't about you. Trust me, I get it might feel that way — in your defense, a lot has been about you... But she has every right to be angry. Even if she was —" she visibly repressed a shudder of disgust — "shagging Malfoy..."
