Nothing Left to Give // Drarry

Chapter 12- Vague Advice

"HERMIONE. My dorm. Now," I panted, resting my hands on my knees.

I had mulled it over for the past week and I really thought I could escape it. Turns out the more you run from your feelings, the more they take you over.

"Slow down, what's wrong," she turned around in the, luckily, empty corridor. I felt kinda bad for dragging her into this, but she's literally the only person who could slap some sense into me.

"I can't say here, in case someone hears us," I had taken to talking to Hermione instead of signing because it was honestly just easier, even if it felt weird.

"I mean you could always sign too-" She was taking too much time, so I grabbed her arms and ran back towards the dorm.

When I had checked the room to see if anyone was hiding around, I ushered her to the bed. After five paces in front of her, she stuck her foot out and tripped me. "What was that for?"

"Are you going to walk there all day or are you going to explain why I'm sitting here?"

"Fine," I sat on the bed next to her. Placing my elbows on my knees I let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know how to say this because I'm not even sure what I need to tell you."

She laid a hand on my shoulder, "It's ok Harry, it's not anything...," she pointed to my scar.

"No, nothing like that." I had no clue how to start this conversation. "I think I might... I don't know Hermione. I need therapy or something at this point."

She let out a small snort, "Well I'm not denying that, but seriously what's up?"

She was starting to look concerned and I didn't want her to freak out so I started small, kinda. "I think... I think I might, possibly, slightly, just a tiny bit like someone."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Is that honestly all you wanted to tell me? Listen I get why you told me, but why not Ron? I'm not the best when it comes to girl advice."

"Well... I don't really need any girl advice." I could see the gears turning in her head, her mouth forming a small "O".

"So, what you're saying is, you need vague advice?" I really don't deserve friends like her. "Well, I still don't know if I'm the ideal person to talk to. You should really ask someone who has more experience with 'vague advice'. Harry, when you're ready, I'm here to listen."

I flopped back on the bed, I just had to tell her at this point. "Th-they're a boy, 'Mione. I just don't get it."

She took my upper arm and pulled me back to a seated position. "It's ok, I thought you liked Ginny though?" I could tell she was just trying to make me comfortable, but she was definitely doing the opposite.

"Well, maybe at one point I did, but I don't think that's true. We had a really big falling out during the breakup."

"Do you want to tell me who it is?" She always wanted to know everything, and I understood why. I just thought this would be better if kept wrapped up.

"No, it probably won't even go anywhere so nobody needs to know."

She frowned slightly, "Why would you think that?"

"These kinds of relationships are slightly different than, well you know. They just don't last, plus they probably don't even like me back." I furrowed my brows.

"I can think of someone who would disagree." She seemed amused with herself.

I walked her to the door, "Oh yeah, and who's that?"