Harry: You'd just received a letter from your mother saying that your parents were getting a divorce and it hit you hard. You suspected they'd been unhappy for a while, they were always arguing and never really got on like they used to, but you never thought they'd go this far. You got the letter just before you went to breakfast so you had no choice but to pull yourself together at least until the end of the day. Harry knew you too well, though, and he could tell there was something wrong the second you walked into the great hall. It wasn't until later on that he confronted you about it, though. You were in the corridor, between classes and Harry was talking to you about his latest quidditch match but you kept zoning out.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Harry finally asked when he realised you weren't listening.

"Nothing, sorry, what were you saying?" You fibbed, plastering on a fake smile.

"Don't give me that, Y/N," Harry warned, "I know you well enough to know there's something wrong. What is it? Come on, you know you can tell me." He took your hand and gave in an encouraging squeeze.

"Okay, fine," You took a deep breath, already feeling that lump form in your throats before you even said it, "My... My parents are getting a d-divorce." Your voice cracked and you suddenly found yourself harshly biting your lip to keep the tears in. It didn't work, though.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Harry pulled you into his arms and let you cry into his chest.

"I just... I can't help but feel like it's my fault... Like, maybe if I hadn't run off to boarding school, they might still be.... I couldn't kept them t-together." You sobbed.

"Princess, no," He pulled away and put his hands on your shoulders, looking you firmly in the eye, "You can't blame yourself, okay? You can't do that to yourself, love."

"Thank you for being here, Harry."

"I'll always be here for you, beautiful." He promised, pulling you back into his embrace, kissing your temple as he did so.

Ron: You were under a lot of stress and the majority of it was school related. You just felt like you had so much work that you didn't understand but that you needed to get done. Most of the stuff you didn't understand was from Snape's class, which only made things worse because you did not want to get on his bad side by not handing your homework in on time. You honestly felt like you were drowning in all this school work and you could break at any moment.

That moment happened to be today.

You and Ron were in the Gryffindor common room and Ron was going on and on about his next quidditch game.

"I don't know if I'll be able to make it, babe." You told him apologetically.

"What? Why not?" Ron pouted.

"I just can't." You said, trying to make it obvious that you didn't want him to push it.

"But why not? Come on, babe, you know I always play better when I know you're there."

"I just can't, okay?!" You snapped, making Ron jump slightly and you instantly felt bad, "I'm sorry." You whispered after a few minutes of awkward silence, tears suddenly threatening to spill.

Ron immediately noticed the way your voice shook and sat up, scooting closer to you on the sofa you were sat on.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," He cooed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear so he could see your face better, "What's the matter?" He asked, pressing his lips to your cheek. He guessed by now that there was something else upsetting you other than the tiny argument you just had.

"I'm just so stressed, I can't do it anymore." You let out a sob as Ron wrapped his arm tightly around you, resting his chin on your head as you cried into his shirt.

"What can't you do, gorgeous?" He cooed.

"Anything," You sobbed, "I-I'm struggling in almost every lesson and I feel like...like everyone else is going to pass all their classes except me because I'm too stupid to-"

"Oi, that's not true," Ron interrupted you, "You're not stupid, don't talk like that," He hugged you tighter and gently kissed your temple, "You should've told me you were having a hard time."

"I didn't want to bother you." You shrugged, looking down at your hands, your head still on Ron's shoulder.

"Hey," He pulled away, making you lift your head and look at him while he took your hands in his, "You couldn't ever bother me, especially not with something like this," He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand softly, "We can talk to Hermione, okay? She won't mind helping you with your school work. I'd offer to help, but I never listen enough to know what's going on, in and out of classes." You couldn't help but giggle at that last bit.

"See, there's that beautiful smile," Ron grinned, lifting a hand and gently wiping the remains of your tears away.

"Thanks for cheering me up." You smiled.

"Don't mention it, it's my job." He claimed, pecking your lips.

Hermione: You sat on your bed, surrounded with tissues that you'd used to wipe your tears and your nose. You'd just gotten a letter from your parents informing you that your family dog had died and you weren't taking it well. That dog was your best friend and now she was gone. You didn't feel like going to class so you lied and told your roommates, including Hermione, that you weren't feeling well and at lunch Hermione came back to check on you.

"Y/N, how are you feeling? I was thinking, maybe you should go and see Madam Pomfrey- Oh, Y/N, what's wrong?" Hermione cut herself off when she walked in and saw you sat in bed in a mess of tears. You proceeded to tell Hermione what happened, confessing that you weren't actually ill and why you had lied.

"Oh, darling," She rushed over and climbed into bed next to you so she could pull you into her chest.

"I never even got to say goodbye." You sobbed while Hermione shushed you and ran her hand through your knotty, messy hair.

By the time lunch period ended, Hermione was still with you.

"'Mione, don't you have the rest of your lessons to get to?" You sniffled, craning your neck to look up at her.

Hermione shook her head, "All I care about right now is you. I have perfect attendance all the time, a few skipped classes won't hurt."

"Are you sure?" You asked, shocked. Hermione was the last person you'd ever expect to ditch class.

"One hundred percent." She smiled, kissing your forehead.

Ginny: It was your fourth year at Hogwarts and you'd just tried out for quidditch but didn't get on the team. You tried out every year but it was always the same; you got rejected. So, you were naturally upset when you walked into the common room, where Ginny was waiting for you.

"Hey, how did quidditch go... Oh." She immediately knew the answer when she saw the look on your face.

"Yeah, oh." You mumbled, your voice wavering as you tried to hold tears back.

"Love, come here." She opened her arms and you gladly walked into them, wrapping your own arms around her waist as you silently cried into her shoulder, "It's there loss, you're brilliant." She told you, hugging you tight.

Draco: You were having what felt like the worst day ever. You couldn't get anything right in your lessons, Snape yelled at you at least three times in potions class and you slipped in the great hall at lunch causing everyone to laugh at you. When you met Draco in the library that evening, you'd just about had enough.

"Hey," Draco glanced up from his book for a second to give you a smile, "How was your day?"

That simple question made you burst into tears. Draco immediately took action when small sobs started escaping past your lips.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Draco shut his book and scooted his chair closer to yours so he could wrap his arm around you.

"I've just had a-a really bad day." You explained through sobs and gasps. Draco pulled you in for a proper hug and you wrapped your arms around his waist, clutching onto his white shirt while you sobbed into his neck.

"Shh, baby girl, it's okay, you're okay. It's just one bad day, tomorrow will be better." He said, gently rubbing your back and occasionally kissing the top of your head.

"Come on, why don't we go up to the common room and cuddle, yeah?" He suggested after a few minutes, pulling away so he could look at you.

"I'd like that." You smiled weakly, attempting to wipe away your tears even though they were still falling, you then noticed the tearstain on his shirt and sheepishly said "I think I stained your shirt..."

"Don't worry about that." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he took your hand and led you out of the library.