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"Tell the truth," Harry said, bright eyes looking at me with un-faltering interest. I was shaking.

"If I tell you the truth you'd be surprised," I replied. That didn't sound like the right wording… I didn't know what else to say, so I let it go.

"What happened? Tell me. Tell me true." There is a song in his voice. Trying to lighten the mood.

"You think you're so funny don't you?" I'm annoyed with him now, I'll be honest, I am. I wish he would stop prying.

"What happened last night to make you get here so late?" All song is lost from his voice. He knows this is serious. Oh Harry, you need to shut up. Really.

"It wasn't all that interesting, really." Lie, lie, lie, lie, such a lie. I'm sorry to lie to Harry. He's my best friend but I really don't want him to know this.

"So then you have no reason not to…" Damn it. Just leave me alone.

"Please, just leave it." I'm still shaking, I know I am, though I barely sense it. I just see my hand vibrating as it rests on the table. I pull it back into my other hand and clasp my fingers.

Nope. Still shaking.

"I won't. Hermione, you're my friend! Something happened last night. Something bad. I want to know." He takes my hand. They stop shaking almost instantly.

I haven't met his eyes the whole morning. Finally I look up. My brown eyes meet your green ones, straight on. I brush my curly, brown hair out my face. The watch on my wrist shifts as I move my arm. I notice the way Harry is looking at me. Oh... He's noticed the redness around my right eye hasn't he? The spot that even glamour charms couldn't hide. He reaches his pale hand up, as if to touch my face. I pull away.

"Harry," I whisper, "One… one second."

I slip out of the room, let a few tears fall as I stumble to the washroom. The bright light burns my eyes as I pull out my wand. I press it gently against my face and watch as the spells melt away revealing the angry purple bruises. I erase the charms on my neck, covering more purple bruises, in the shape of hands. I tap away the rest of the glamours on my body. Here and there faded yellow bruises show up, from the past few weeks, blending with the fresh purple ones along my legs and torso. I let more tears fall as I look at the damage. It looks... bad.

But I know he has to see. I can't say it. I can't say it out loud. But I know if he sees it, he'll know. He'll know this wasn't just a one-time thing. Just that this finally was my breaking point

I walk back into the common-room where we were sitting. Ron's off on holiday, yesterday he gave me this as his parting gift. I can tell Harry is surprised as he takes in the marks of my beatings.

Maybe that was the right wording.

The shock is almost instantly replaced by concern as Harry practically trips, getting up off the dark-red couch to place his cool fingertips against my face.

"Did he do this to you?" I know whom he's referring to immediately. Ron, my boyfriend.

I nod. Yes.

"I'm calling the McGonagall," Harry says as he kneels by the fireplace to call up our head-of-house. Tears streak down my face. He pulls me into a hug, as he runs his fingers through his jet-black hair. His eyes are pained as my head lies against his shoulder. Harry kisses my forehead after he finishes with McGonagall.

"It's going to be okay," he whispers to me. "It's all going to be okay."

I look up at Harry and nod. It will be, now. He makes everything okay, always.