Talk To Me

by facelesswriting

While finishing their education, the 8th years are picking up the pieces of their lives, but Harry's world is still crashing down around his ears. As he spirals apart, even the most unlikely people are banding together to keep him sane, but will he ever recover? And will he ever find his voice again? (TW for self-harm, panic attacks, and depression)

8. Chapter 8

8- Hermione POV

"Harry, you should come to the Quidditch game," I watched Ginny lean on Harry's shoulder, batting her eyes up at him. "It's the only thing I've asked like all week, and if you say yes now, I'll throw in the extra bonus of me not bugging you anymore."

Harry shrugged, dislodging her a little bit.

"That means no," She pouted. "You know you can just tell me 'no', right? You don't have to be wishywashy. It won't hurt my feelings."

I sighed. Ginny had taken the breakup well - after of course a few broken lamps and other knickknacks, but that was just accidental magic - and sometimes I thought I was the one most upset by it. I still thought Harry needed someone stable in his life like she was, but it had been one of the only solid decisions he'd made all summer.

"'Mione?" I looked up to see Ron nod to the door. Somewhere during my thinking, Harry had gotten up and was walking out of the Great Hall. "It's okay, I'll go." Ron offered, following him.

"Okay I know he's hurting, but that was rude."

"What was?" I asked Ginny.

Her eyes got wide like she couldn't believe I was questioning her, "You saw it! He totally walked away when I was in the middle of a sentence!"

"Sorry I was sort of somewhere else."

"I know you're worried about him, and don't get me wrong, I am too! But that was rude."

"He said no though," I offered.

"Uhm. No? He didn't."

"Yeah, he did. You said it yourself, 'that means no'."

Ginny huffed and walked away, murmuring something about getting ready for the game, and Neville slid over.

"Don't be too hard on her," he chuckled. "She just asked out Dean."

I gasped, "Thomas? Doesn't she know he's-"

"Dating Seamus? She does now." We laughed together. Dean and Seamus had been dancing around each other for years, their affection obvious to nearly everyone but each other. Finally Parvati had set them up on a blind date with each other this summer, and they'd been together since. Neville got up, but before he left, he cocked his head, looking at her. "If you ever need anything-"

"I know where to find you Neville. Thank you."

"For Harry too."

"For Harry too," I reassured him.