Hey! Just a short post today. More will be up probably very soon.

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Speak, Please

It was dawn. Hermione had not moved from her place for the entire night. He hair stuck in thick matted strands around her wet face, which gleamed with salty tears. Her eyes no longer shined, but were dull and dead looking, and shot with a heavy redness. Deciding she needed to do something, she heaved herself up and walked out of the bathroom. It was time to plead.

The Burrow was still sleeping. Its corridors were dark and there were no sounds, save for a heavy breathing exuding from each room. It took Hermione longer than expected to make her way to Harry and Ron’s room. She guessed she was biding her time.

Eventually, she reached the door. It loomed in front of her, an unbeatable obstacle which must, somehow, be talked. She went to know, but pulled her hand away quickly as if scared the door would sting her. Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, she knocked.

There was no noise from within; she knocked again. They were ignoring her. Both of them; even Harry.

Hermione sighed and pushed the door open.

“Please,” she whispered, “please talk to me.”