You couldn't see my tears,
You couldn't hear my cries,
You couldn't feel my love,
But you could tell brilliant lies.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, looking at the floor of Harry's room covered in blood.
She quickly ran towards the boy laying in a pool of blood. She picked him up a bit and tried to make him wake up. Tears welled up in her eyes as she continuously shook the boy.
As soon as Harry was laid down on the white sheets, Ron and Hermione rushed in.
"He tried it again, didn't he?" Ron asked, facing away from the boy with moist eyes.
"Yeah." She answered, her voice choking.
"What did he apologize for this time?"
She handed him a piece of paper.
I'm so sorry I'm causing you all so much pain and trouble. I don't want to see you guys sad. It hurts me when you cry over me. I don't want to upset you anymore. Thank you for everything. I love you both. I'm sorry.
How many times was he going to do this? When would he stop? It was heart-breaking to watch him this way. A knock on the door startled them both.
The door opened slowly and their eyes widened.
"Can I come in?" Narcissa Malfoy asked.
"Y-yes." Hermione said.
She came in and sat down on an empty seat. She knew what had happened. Right from the beginning.
"I'm…" She started and they both looked at her.
"I'm really sorry for what my son did…."
Hermione reassured her it was fine.
And she went back soon. Stopping to ask the nurse to inform her about Harry situation.
And the days passed again.
The nightmares returned.
The tears returned.
But he never did.
And Harry knew that he never would.
It was all a lie after all.
Just a lie.
And this love was meant to be forsaken.
Until a call reached Malfoy Manor.
And Draco picked up the phone.
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