Hermione Hudson.
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my breath getting caught in my throat as I watched him pull away from me completely, detaching himself as he held the letter in his hand, his head tilted to the side slightly as he stared at the closed letter. Then, after a few seconds, he asked. "What is this?" His voice was low, but dark.
It felt to me as though he already knew what was in the letter--and it made my stomach twist in uncomfortable knots.
"Nothing..." I breathed out, then quickly tried to reach out and take it from him.
But he turned his head to look at me--and one pointed look from him had me recoiling back, my arm suddenly heavy as I swallowed down a lump, staring at him with guilty eyes.
Deep down, the stubborn side of me wondered why I was scared. I do no
