8. Now what?
The funeral came around too quickly, Harry had been a nightmare all week, he was sat in silence for the majority of the time, and anything he did say made no sense. I stayed by his side hoping that a bit of familiarity would help. Harry seemed a bit more relaxed once the funeral was underway, and was actually able to engage in some decent conversation, it was clear that the night had impacted him in a greater way than we thought however, and that Dumbledore meant a lot to Harry, more than any of us realised.
As the funeral was nearing an end, Harry lent over and asked if we could go for a walk, of course I agreed and silently followed Harry out of the crowds of people towards the lake, we'd shared many good memories by this lake and was a nice breather from the hordes of people surrounding the entrance to the castle.
Harry lent in a kissed me for the first time in a week, I kissed him back, he proceeded to hug me and not let go, I had no idea what brought this on until we sat down on a log he conjured out of thin air with his wand.
Now it wasn't just Harry crying, but me.
I had no idea how to respond to what he had just told me, and his only explanation being 'it’s for the best' that's not an explanation worth of the news he'd just broken to me. What was he even doing that was so important? He can't even tell his girlfriend, well I guess I know where I stand, and by the looks of things, I'm going to be better off without him if he treats me like this.