selcouth // h. granger

◤hävitä◢

hä‧vi‧tä /ˈhæʋitæˣ/
verb
to disappear, vanish // to die out, to fade away // to lose, to suffer a defeat

☠︎~~~☠︎

Elara's thoughts were running at the speed of light.

Hermione's lips were heavenly, and more than Elara expected. Soft, sweet, absolutely perfect. Just like Hermione. She couldn't get enough. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get enough if it meant staying like this. It was purely blissful.

She also found it cliché to say that sparks flew, but oh Merlin, sparks flew and sizzled and crackled by the millisecond.

But despite what Elara was feeling, Hermione froze. Stayed still. Paralyzed with shock.

It was a mere matter of seconds. One risky yet filled to the brim with passion kind of action. One lack of movement. And yet, it all changed everything.

Noticing the freeze, Elara's heart sunk to the pit of her stomach. Yet, while pulling back, Elara felt Hermione's fingertips brush the side of her neck, but they retracted as soon as Elara felt them. She could've sworn she felt Hermione soften the slightest bit and press the slightest bit harder, but the damage had already been inflicted, and the separation between the two had already been created.

Before she even had time to register this, Elara was panicking. Why the hell did she do that?! Hermione clearly didn't feel the same way. This really was going to shit.

They stared at each other, stunned. Hermione's lips were slightly parted, and her eyes wide in shock. Elara's mind was going and going with things to say, yet all that came out was-

"I messed everything up, didn't I?" she breathed, a frown settling onto her lips while her expression turned from one of anxiousness to one of disappointment, and franticness, and overall hurt.

Hermione couldn't say anything quick enough. "No, Elara, wait-" she stammered, reaching out to grab Elara's arm, but Elara had already stood up, grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and begun walking backward.

"Good luck with your exam. You've got this," Elara assured, nodding once before turning around and hurrying out the corridor, blinking back the prickling sensation in the back of her eyes.

She didn't like it. She messed everything up. She knew everything was going to go to shit, and she went along with it anyway. How stupid was she?

Leaning back against the wall, Hermione watched her go, still completely utterly shocked. Brushing her fingers over her lips before dropping her hand to her side, she mumbled, although Elara had already vanished from sight, "You too."

☠︎~~~☠︎

Elara most definitely failed her History of Magic O.W.L.; she couldn't think properly. But she could honestly care less, as she had more pressing matters to think about.

A particular group of Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw had gone missing. The group included the girl she just kissed and ruined all her chances with.

She had been replaying the scene from half-past one over and over again in her mind, and she wasn't sure what to think anymore. She bloody loved it, but Hermione clearly didn't because she froze. And the worst part was when she left, she couldn't cry, because she had the History of Magic exam right after and needed to get it together.

During the O.W.L., Harry had fallen asleep. When Elara looked over, she almost snickered because he thought about actually going back to sleep that morning. Almost.