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A/N: Prompt number 27 from Lamenting Quill's Prompt Table. 'Tis Pain, and Charlie/Hermione.
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Suffer
::Chapter 9: During Confessions::
Old friends pass away, new friends appear…An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend…
~~Dalai Lama
Silence.
He stares at her, intrigued. Afraid? Her? "Why?" he asks, then realizes his mistake; "That is, if you don't mind telling me."
Ignoring him, she continues washing the dishes. Once calmly scrubbing the plate, her scarred hands begin scouring the porcelain plate. She trembles slightly, and he watches cautiously, worried even.
"Hermione." He says, calmly, and rises from his seat on her couch. He slowly walks towards the kitchen, the soft light's glow illuminating his hair. Letting out a shuddering breath, she ignores his presence. "Hermione,"
Breathe in, breathe out. She breathes. "It's too much." She pauses, then, with a sudden desperate air about her, exclaims, "What…what the bloody hell am I supposed to do now?!"
Finally she stops, panting, looking like she's about to collapse. He approaches her, stopping just an arm length away, resting his hand on her shoulder.
"Whatever you want to do. Want to help Magical Creatures? Go ahead. Have an interest in politics? I'm sure Kingsley will take you under his wing."
Her head remains lowered, staring at their feet. A soft glimmer of light shines off the creamy skin of her cheek, he notices, her face illuminated by the gentle yellow of her kitchen's light.
"And I just want you to know…I don't want you to be afraid of me."
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