AN: I haven't been able to open a document for a month or more, there was an issue with my Google account. Uhh I made JV volleyball, that's nice. Writing is hard.
Hermione's POV
I guess I passed out. When I woke up, I was in the bed next to Harry's, Draco Malfoy was in the chair between us, and Madame Pomfrey was fussing over me. I really need to stop doing that.
"Miss Granger, you really must stop doing that, it's bad for my health, and yours, I suppose." Am I shocked? Not particularly. Did it still hurt? Yes. Yes it did indeed.
After all, I am just a burden. I hurt everyone around me. How can I manage to help people when I'm completely falling to pieces? Furthermore, why does anyone trust me? I'm just a good for nothing liar, and when everyone else finds out, they'll hate me. I mean I really shouldn't be surprised, I hate me too. And I completely deserve their hatred, I'm awful. No one should look up to me, it's horribly shocking that anyone would.
There are two pairs of arms wrapped around me now, three if you're counting my own. My face is soaked and my mouth is salty. Pomfrey just has this blank fucking stare, like she's looking into my very soul, I wonder if she sees the blackness of it? Her mouth is moving, I can't tell what she's saying. How long have my thoughts consumed me? How long have my eyes been blank and empty? How long has my heart been empty?
"...ne? He…one? Hermione‽" Draco? Malfoy? Words and noises, noises and words. Fickle things they are. "Hermione!"
Back. Forth. Back. Forth. One. Two. One. Two. Calm.
"Hello, Draco." I look him in the eyes, feel whatever crusty blood on him rubbing against my arm, see how his eyes widen at the address. "Hello, Harry." A second later, his head snaps to the side, a red welt forming on his cheek. "Where the hell were you? I've sent letters, upon letters, upon letters. And now you're just back? You left me alone for so long. While I've been in a damn coma, you got yourself hurt somehow, and I haven't seen you for months and now you're just here and-" My sentence breaks off as Harry pulls me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. I feel myself shaking, and Harry must too as he holds me tighter, whispering "sorry" in my ear.
Voice at a murmur still, where only I could hear it, he spoke "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you. Or Ron. I'm sorry for not returning your letters. I had some shit to figure out. I'm sorry I wasn't here while you were hurt. I'm here now. I know that doesn't make up for what I missed, but I'm here now. I love you little sister."
Whatever apprehension I still held melted away at the term of endearment as I sank further into his arms, whispering "I love you too big brother."
I'm sorry this is so short, the next one will hopefully be longer. Love y'all, stay safe 3 (Y'all I have no idea what happened when I uploaded this the first time.)