(A/N: This one's courtesy of Ev'rdeen!)
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The words "I'm sorry" apparently burned like acid, because Harry still hadn't said them, despite being on the receiving end of a very chilly Gryffindor shoulder for upwards of two weeks. If he expected Hermione to be over their fight, he was sorely mistaken. Stubborn male pride kept him from apologizing (she could believe quite easily that the sorting hat had meant to put him in her own house), as well as a touch of the Slytherin self righteousness that he was being raised with.
She ignored his notes, his glances and glares in the hallways, his attempts to talk to her, and stayed away from their usual hiding spots.
Eventually, she broke him down, and received a short little letter from Hedwig one morning at breakfast.
"So, erm... I think that it's time you stopped being angry at me. I mean...maybe I was a little less right than I could have been...and maybe something I said made you overreact. So I guess that's my fault. But holding grudges isn't good for you. And I'm not mad at you anymore, so you should return the favour. If you want, you can be right, regardless of the truth. And I won't bring this up again."
She wadded the paper up and dropped her head onto the table with a loud groan, unsure whether to chuck it at the back of his stupid head or bust out laughing.
"Slytherins...honestly..."