Hurt
She shut the door, knowing she was and would be completely alone. No one ventured here – no one would see, hear, or feel the hurt she felt.
She was just a mudblood.
Not worthy.
Not special.
She didn't deserve to be here. After all, he knew her better than anyone.
She sat against the heavy door, sobbing and shivering in utter desolation.
But upon closing her eyes, she saw something she didn't expect.
Round spectacles nimbly stolen and placed in front of green eyes. Laughter. A warm embrace. Intertwining hands and soft kisses. Resting her head against his chest. Whispers of love. A baby... a boy, with green eyes and messy black hair...
Her eyes flew open.
Quelling her sobs, she slowly ran her fingers through her tangled hair and straightened her shirt sleeves.
She may be just a mudblood to him, but hope flared inside her that she was much, much more to someone with messy black hair and round spectacles that were just asking to be stolen.
And on the other side of the same heavy wooden door, there was a boy with round spectacles wishing he would soon be more than an arrogant toe-rag.
This is set right after the incident at the lake but before Snape camps out in front of Gryffindor Tower that night. I've just realized that almost every single chapter in this series is fluffy... so it was quite a departure for me to write this one. I liked it, though. Thanks for the prompt, xoxcrescentmoonxox!