9. Harry loves Hermione by –rainbow-lights.
-fading into memories-
When he's with her he feels like he's running down a hallway, full speed at a closed door and right before he reaches the handle, it moves —
— farther and farther down the hallway, out of the ear-shot of anyone else at The Burrow.
"What the hell do you find that you're doing?" She demands, scrunching up her nose, and narrowing her eyes: it's what she always does when she's angry. You find it slightly disturbing that you're enjoying this, but, you suppose, at least she's focused on you and not him
"You're still holding my hand," you mutter out of the side of your mouth, gazing at her pale fingers that are still clamped tightly unto yours from when she dragged you into the hall promptly after dinner. She flushes, staining her cheeks with the most delicate shade of scarlet, you notice—
Voices behind its heavy frame, all seemingly belonging to the same person, but at different pitches of hysteria. Tears, laughter, anger all blending into one smooth whirring sound, a mask of no emotions. The way she is when she's with me, he thinks bitterly. He really doesn't deserve her, he decides. Not with the way he treats her, ignoring her all the time and making her —
"Leave." She points to the open tent flap, "Just go on a walk or something."
"How can you say that?" You make to touch her bare shoulder but she flinches away, "I mean, after years of being best friends—"
"But that's just it, isn't it? You can't stand being just best friends, can you?" The two of you exchange a few moments of silence before she picks a book and absentmindedly starts looking at the pages, before she decides to —
Just turn around and run away. He goes, forgetting about the door, forgetting about her, forgetting about the love she has that'll never be his. Because he's fading into memories again, but this time, he doesn't want to wake up.