Life After Death;; Revamped [Ch. Six]
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Harry sprawled out on his back on Hermione's bed, staring up at the ceiling. Ron sat on Ginny's bed in between Hermione and Ginny, eyeing Harry curiously.
"What's wrong with you, mate?" He questioned.
"I never realized how much she's suffered. First, she lost her father, then Emmaleigh, and now her mother." Harry muttered.
"It's because she smiles all the damn time." Ron sighed.
Harry smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess." His smile faded quickly. "If just she would've talk to one of us about it."
Hermione shook her head. "She didn't want us to have to suffer with her. Especially not you since you've lost your parents too."
"That doesn't mean I wouldn't want to be there for her." Harry said, sitting up.
Hermione rolled her eyes as Angela walked into the room.
"How was being with Oliver today?" Ginny asked.
Angela's face turned pink as she made her way over to her bed.
"That good, huh?" Ginny joked.
Harry furrowed his brows and rolled over on his side to face Angela.
Angela rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"So are you about to start talking again?" Ron asked hopefully.
Angela sighed and waited a few moments to answer. "Only when necessary."
Ron smiled, "Well it's something. I need someone to joke with."
"Am I not good for anything?" Harry asked.
Angela leaned over and patted his head. She smiled slightly. "Of course you are."
Harry's face flushed slightly, but Angela wasn't paying attention.
She fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling with heavy lidded eyes.
"You look like you're about to fall asleep." Harry said quietly, looking back over at her.
Angela nodded slowly.
"I'll wake you up when its dinner time. Go ahead and get some rest." He said softly.
Angela nodded again and was asleep almost instantly.
"Aren't you sweet?" Ron mocked as he and Harry left the room.
"Shut up." Harry sighed, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.
"Are you ever going to tell her?" Ron asked seriously.
Harry shrugged. "I doubt it."
"Well, at least you admit it." Ron smirked.
Harry shoved his arm. "Whatever."
"But you should try and hold in your jealousy around Oliver." Ron said, scratching his head.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. "I'm not jealous of Oliver."
"That's a lie, mate. You look like you're going to rip his head off half the time." Ron stated.
"No I don't." Harry grumbled, "Or do I?"
"You do." Fred said, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
Harry hung his head. "I'm stupid."
"Yes, you are. But it happens to the best of us." George chuckled.
"I'm going to go take a walk." Harry sighed.
"Don't forget to wake Angela up." Ron said.
"Oh, let us do that!" Fred grinned.
"No! Don't mess with her!" Harry yelled, but George and Fred were already on their way up the stairs.
Harry bolted up after them, Ron close behind.
There was a piercing scream and a heavy thud.
Harry burst through the door and his jaw dropped.
Somehow, in the few minutes the twins had been in the room, they had managed to slaughter two feather pillows and fall off the bed, taking Angela with them. George was on the top of the pile, his butt in the air. Fred was in middle sprawled on top of Angela. Angela groaned and blotted her nose, which was dripping with blood.
"Get off of her!" Harry yelled, wrenching the twins off of her.
"Touchy touchy." The twins sighed.
"Her nose is bleeding, you idiots." Harry shot, pulling Angela up off the floor.
She leaned her head back, trying not to drip on the floor.
"Oh, sorry Ange," Fred started.
"We didn't mean to hurt you." Geroge finished.
"It's all right." Angela mumbled, smiling half-heartedly.
Harry clenched her hand and led her out of the room towards the bathroom. He pulled a few sheets of toilet paper from the roll and dabbed her nose.
"Harry, I think I can do it." Angela said quietly.
"I'm almost done." Harry smiled brightly. He wiped a bit of blood from her lips, making her blush.
Oliver poked his head into the bathroom. "Are you all right, Angela?"
Angela nodded quickly and smiled back at Harry.
"Just checking." Oliver smiled and went to help Fred and George clean up.
"Why won't you talk to him?" Harry asked quietly.
Angela arched a brow at him. "I do."
"You could've just then."
"It's still...hard to talk a lot, Harry." Angela said softly.
Harry stared at her. "But you talk to me."
Angela smiled at her feet. "You're different, Harry."
"Oh really?" He wondered, arching a brow.
Angela nodded slowly. She couldn't really describe the hole in her chest and how every time he was around, it sealed itself. She leaned in and whispered, "You're not suffocating me."
He smiled again. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Angela smiled too and looked in the mirror. "It looks like the bleeding stopped. Thank you, Harry."
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