The next he saw of Calleigh was at the meals the next day. She spent most of her time in whatever room she had been working on. She finally finished Ron's room, which had been painted gold and white. She had then moved onto Hermione's room, which was what she had still been on a week later.
Every time she came across Harry, she immediately diverted her attention to something else, even if he wasn't angry with her. She seemed to feel guilty that she hadn't told him. One night Harry decided he would confront her on it. He didn't want to know, but he wanted her to stop beating herself up for not telling him.
"Calleigh," Harry said, which made her start and smack into the wall next to her.
"Oh, I am sorry. Do you want something?" she asked continuing to work not meeting his gaze.
"Yeah. I would like you to stop beating yourself up for not telling me whatever it is your not telling me," Harry said wearily.
"Damn." Calleigh mumbled.
"Sorry, Harry I need to go."
"Calleigh, wait. Show me your back!" Harry demanded.
"Wh-what?" Calleigh muttered not expecting that.
"You heard me. Show me your back."
With great reluctance, Calleigh pulled up the back of her shirt to reveal some very big scars and some small ones. Bruises that were almost gone, and gashes where skin should have been. He couldn't believe what he saw.
"H-how did you get that?" Harry asked stunned.
"My uncle. Can I go now? I don't want to ruin another perfectly good shirt because I opened one up again," Calleigh snapped.
"So, that is why, you got to come here earlier. How long has it been going on?" Harry asked quizzically.
"Harry…"
"Calleigh, I want to know. Please tell me, I am your friend remember?"
"For as long as I could remember. It has gotten worse as I started enjoying school more. Basically after our third year was when it began to get really bad. Hermione knew well before then, but Ron found out last summer when they came to get me. He had especially in a fit because I wanted to show at least the floor or the walls of the house, and he didn't much like it," she stuttered, eyes brimming with tears. "Harry, I wanted to tell you. I did, but I was afraid. Afraid of what you would do, and what you would think. I didn't want to be treated special because of that, so I never told you."
Harry didn't know what to say. He wasn't angry that she hadn't told him. He didn't really know how he felt. He liked the fact that she seemed to feel for enough to care about how he felt, but disappointed that she couldn't trust him with it.
Before he realized what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her and just stayed like that, looking down at her face that was buried into his shoulder. He felt the tears on his shirt as she cried, while he kissed her forehead.
When she finally stopped crying she looked up at him, and kissed him once more, just like all the others, except this time Harry had been expecting it and savored it. They stood there for what seemed like forever until, Calleigh pulled away and rushed off just like all of the other times. He stood there for a while longer in disbelief of what he had just done. They weren't going out; she wouldn't run away if they were going out.