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If She Had Looked Back
"Harry, dear?"
Harry glanced up, embarrassed. It was Mrs. Weasley.
Noone was suposed to see him like this. Noone was supposed to see him crying. He was the strong one in the Golden Trio. He was there for them. He had to be.
He knew it was rude, but he didn't reply. He prayed she would just go away.
She didn't.
"Dear, whats the matter?" She asked, worrried. She put her hand on his forehead, "Are you ill, dear?, Oh dear, I'm sure I have a book from St. Mungos around here somewhere! Arthur!"
"Mrs. Weasley I'm not sick." Harry said quietly, as Mrs. Weasley brought him a blanket.
"Well, then what is troubling you, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley sat next to him.
"I think I like Hermione," Harry whispered mortified, "alot."
"Well dear! I certainly hope you like Hermione she's been yours and Ronalds best friend for years!" Mrs. Weasley remained ignorant .
"But..I think I like her as more than a friend." Harry almost breathed.
"Oh! Erm, I see.." started Mrs. Weasley akwardly.
"Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione said as she tumbled into the room, Ron at her heels.
Seeing she was interupting something, she muttered "Fred and George, erm, they kind of turned Ginny's hair green." She said glancing curiously at a tearstained Harry on the couch.
"Oh! Those two!" Mrs. Weasley muttered, exasperated. "Ron! Come along dear!"
After they had left, Hermione cautiously walked over to Harry. "Do you want to talk about whatevers bothering you, Harry?" He shook his head. She nodded.
"Well, I hope you feel better, Harry." She said as she stood up, kissed him on the cheek and left to help with Ginny.
If she had looked back, she would of seen her best friend silently touching his cheek.
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