mynameisenjolras:

          Enjolras gazes back at his friend — if they are still friends, which Hermione does not seem to want to be anymore — with an expression of both disbelief and irritance; surely she couldn’t be that upset about it. It wasn’t as though he’d sabotaged her or anything similar, he had simply mentioned one or two things to someone in his House— nothing he had thought harmful. He’s a little offended she thinks he would mean to cause her harm (well, more than a little).

“You do when you’re acting like this.” Can she not see he’s sorry?

       Honestly, the girl was trying her best not to cry in front of the boy - she knew that wouldn’t help at all, but sometimes her emotions definitely got the better of her. She ignored the urge to give in, frustrations running high. It was best to walk away. His words stung, whether he particularly meant them or not. The witch was having problems deciding which was true.

                       “I was merely mistaken regarding you. I should have known.
                        I shouldn’t have hoped for what was nearly impossible.”

  There was a reason why she had a hard time making friends - the high possibility of getting hurt played a big part behind her hesitance. She then closed her eyes and turned on her heel once more, her hand reaching up to wipe at her eyes as she began to move away from the Slytherin, finally unable to control the tears that came flooding down.