54. Hermione POV
Though I was perfectly fine, I was not allowed to leave the hospital for another week. Apparently I'm too frail.
There is a knock on the door, and Neville walks in.
Terror grapples my heart, squeezing and cursing it. It evinces harder and harder to breathe. Ice shoots down my spine as I put as much distance from him and me as possible.
"I said, go away, traitor." I spit out the last word, like it's rotten.
"Don't call me by my name," I growl.
He puts his hands up in surrender. "Look," he begins. "I-I'm not whatever you think I am."
"Let me see your left forearm, then."
"I'd rather you not."
"Why not, Neville? Do you have something there me and the others can't see? A little.... Tattoo?" I had him trapped, and we both knew it. I give him a smug smile.
He sighs. "Hear that?"
"Hear what?" In my moment of pause, he darts out.
I haven't updated this in so long! Lol I hope y'all still like this one XD love y'all
~ Grace Xx