And then his reply, every word filled with quiet agony. “You lying piece of shit.”
And Hermione curled up under the covers, and for the second time that day, she cried. She didn’t care if he heard. Her heart broke inside her chest and she cried until the mattress beneath her eyes was sodden. Her miserable body laid itself out and curled up and she had no control and she thrashed and pinned herself down and screamed into her pillow. I did what I had to do! was her violent cry, one Tom Riddle attempted to ignore, but one that rang in his ears for far too long.