selcouth // h. granger

◤forelsket◢

forels∙ket /(fɒ:ɛlsgəð)/
noun; Norwegian
the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love

A/N: y'all asked for this-

☠︎~~~☠︎

-going mad

sometimes i think im going mad
simply because of
how you make my cheeks heat up
how you make my heartbeat quicken
how you make my breathing stop
how you make me freeze at the slightest touch

but then you smile at me
and it makes it all worth it

-h.g.

☠︎~~~☠︎

With the ice unspokenly broken, things got a lot less awkward between the couple as they easily fell completely back into their old groove.

They spent much of their time together. Daytime was spent sending longing glances at each other from across the hall or classroom, and nighttime was spent together, a lot of the time in each other's embrace. 

As the last assignments of the term were coming up, everyone in the school became increasingly busy. Unfortunately, especially Hermione.

Since she was a prefect and took a lot more classes than the average sixth year, she spent most of her time in the Library when she wasn't doing prefect duties. But, Elara was happy to come along, as she was doing progressive research on werewolves and the ministry with the amount of time she spent there.

Except, Hermione was completely stressing herself out, and Elara took it upon herself to do something about it.

The two were in the Library one December night, having relocated to the Library that night and hiding in the back so they wouldn't get caught. The poetry section, of course. Elara had stopped her research for the night and was reading through a poetry book she got off the shelf (The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson- Elara was pretty sure the book was bigger than her Arithmancy textbook) and trying to catch Hermione's attention.

"Granger."

No response as Hermione continued to pour over her Ancient Runes textbook, looking like she was bound to fall asleep soon.

"Étoile."

And silence once more.

"Merlin, 'Mione," Elara huffed, averting her gaze from her dazed girlfriend to look out the window to come up with a better call. "My girlfriend, who I'll kiss if she pays attention to me."

"What, Elara?" Hermione snapped, perking her head up with tired eyes. Elara smirked since she did respond nonetheless. "I'm trying to study."

"The Ancient Runes test isn't for another week, and you look like you're trying to make your brain hurt," informed Elara, and Hermione laughed lightly and ducked her head once more. "Stop it-" Elara warned, pulling Hermione's textbook away from her, and Hermione snatched it back immediately, "-don't make me come over there and stop you."

Hermione looked up again, raising her eyebrows temptingly. "You could try studying too, you know. Don't you have to retake your Transfiguration test tomorrow after classes?" she questioned, maintaining eye-contact with Elara despite her eyes drooping shut.

"I've already studied for that. It's simple, really," apprised Elara, leaning back in her chair, incredibly bored. Emily Dickinson's poems were harder to understand than Basho's- the person who wrote the poetry in the book she gave Hermione for her birthday.