Harry's POV (annearchy )
"Harry, I promise we can work things out if you just tell me what you're thinking. I want to help you, I really do..." Hermione said earnestly.
I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back my anger. At her? No, at life, at Dumbledore, at Voldemort, at the effing prophecy. "Not every problem can be worked out just by talking," I said quietly, reining in my emotions so that they wouldn't spill over onto her.
Hermione's reaction was not what I'd expected. She looked as though I'd slapped her in the face. Then she swallowed hard and stared at me. "What could you possibly not talk to me about? This is me, Harry," she implored me. "You've always talked about everything with me...haven't you?"
I ducked my head, averting my eyes from hers.
Harrys P.O.V (word_waterfall )
I looked up again, she still looked at me- her eyes full of hurt.
"Nothings changed, Harry" She whispred "Nothing, I'm still me, I'm still here for you"
"Everythings changed Hermione!" I almost shouted, resting my forehead against the wall-