Author's note- this chapter is in Hermione's POV. It's not a songfic either.
"No, you can't. It stings!" I said truthfully.
"Hermione let me see." Harry said forcefully.
Oh god, he's about to cry. Where's Ron in this any way. He doesn't know what happened between Harry and me last night, unless Harry told him. Is that why he hasn't talked to me all last night? Why does everything always end up so… like this?
"Hermione, why would you do this? Is this how you really feel."
When I looked up at him I saw confusion on his face.
"What do you mean is this how I feel?"
I looked at my arm and noticed H.P scratched into it.
To Be Continued…