Holiday
"I'm not going home for the holidays." Harry told Hermione bluntly, not looking up from his Potions essays.
"Not even if you can come back to mine?" Hermione wheedled.
"I'm not meeting your parents!"
"Why not?"
Finally Harry looked up and Hermione saw the fragility and fear in his green eyes.
"What if they don't like me? What if they realise I'm a- a freak?"
"You're not a freak, Harry," Hermione reprimanded softly. "And they'll love you."