Confessions
"I barely know anything about you, Harry."
"You've been friends with me for 6 years!" Harry scoffed, crossing his arms defensively.
"You don't talk, Harry, that's the problem. I ask questions about your primary school and home life and you just change the subject!" Hermione threw her arms up in the air in frustration. "I'll tell you what; we'll make a game of it. You tell me a secret, and I'll tell you something that I've never told anyone else."
"You have secrets?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Yes Harry. I have secrets. Personal things, which I don't share with you. Surprised?" Hermione hissed angrily.
"No?" Harry mumbled uncertainly, shying away from Hermione's patronising nod. "I'll, um, start. I, er, used to sleep in a cupboard."
Hermione gasped in horror, but took her turn regardless. "You and Ron were my first friends."
"I considered… killing myself. When Sirius died." Harry muttered in shame.
"I had problems with my weight in third year. I didn't eat for days, and was admitted to the infirmary eventually."
"How could we miss that?" Harry asked in dismay.
"I didn't want you to worry, and I had a time turner. It was easier than you'd think." Hermione said ruefully. Harry enfolded her in a hug, "I think you're beautiful." He mumbled into her shoulder.
"I know." She confessed.