“Why the hell did I waste my time on you?!”

Harry covered his mouth almost instantly. That wasn’t a kind thing to say, not someone he’s been dating for an entire school year. It was rude, unnecessary, and just hurtful. You didn’t deserve to be treated like this, not by him. He felt a low rumbling in his stomach, not from anything in particular though. The regret just made him want to throw the cereal he had for breakfast up. Not the best thing to do in front of you. Not when you’re arguing like this.

“Wait… wait a minute, I didn’t mean that. I swear. I love being with you, I promise. I don’t think you’re a waste of time.” He knew how you felt about being told that. It always caused you to stay inside your dormitory for days and days. He didn’t want that. He wanted you here, now, forever and ever. Well, maybe not that. You had some pretty weird habits. But you didn’t deserve to be told that!

Harry sauntered over to you, arms dangling by his sides. Was this some kind of chore for him? He then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. But you didn’t move. You didn’t reciprocate the hug. Had he upset you that much? He hoped not. Other students were beginning to stare. What? Have they never seen a couple in an argument before? He wanted to make a very rude gesture towards the students, but couldn’t. The paintings would tell the teachers. They’ve snitched on him before, and would likely do it again. No fair.