"Don't leave, I told you I wouldn't. So why are you?" Hermione's voice croaked, a mixture of desperation and sorrow in her tone.
"I can't, you know I can't," Y/N murmured, her brows furrowing with a heavy burden of guilt. She felt the weight of her...
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"Mad-Eye's dead?" Y/N's voice trembled with shock and grief. She sat there in sweats, her bare chest exposed due to needing to heal her wounds. The door to their shared room closed softly.
Hermione nodded, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. "Yes," she whispered.
"Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and Disapparated," Hermione continued, her gaze shifting away. "That's what Bill said."
Y/N's brows furrowed as she absorbed the news, her heart heavy with the loss. She sat in silence for a moment, biting her lip.
"Hermione..." Y/N's voice was a soft murmur as she moved to sit on the bed, her expression pained.
"I know, baby. I know," Hermione whispered coaxed, moving closer to Y/N. She stroked Y/N's hair tenderly and pressed her forehead against Y/N's temple. Her lips found their way to Y/N's jawline, placing gentle kisses there in an attempt to offer comfort to the girl she loved during this difficult time.
"I've been worried sick about you. I'm so glad you're okay," Hermione murmured as she cupped Y/N's cheek softly, making the girl face her.
Y/N's fingers played with the buttons of Hermione's nightshirt, her brows knitted as her touch momentarily stilled on the buttons. "It makes me... angry," Y/N confessed softly.
Hermione tilted her head to the side, her expression curious. "What does?"
"That I won't be able to protect you all the time," Y/N murmured, her gaze earnestly meeting Hermione's. "That... something bad could happen, and I won't be there. And if I lost you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself."
"You won't lose me. Not again, not ever," Hermione reassured, her voice filled with conviction. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Y/N's for a tender peck.
"Hm," Y/N hummed softly, a fond smile on her lips as she lowered her gaze to Hermione's hands. She raised her own hand and extended her pinky finger. "Sign it," she said with playful determination.
Hermione looked unimpressed for a moment. "We stopped doing that in second year," she pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
"There's no such thing as a bad time for pinky promises," Y/N responded proudly. Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the affectionate smile that tugged at her lips. She extended her own pinky finger, intertwining it with Y/N's.
"How many pinky promises have we made?" Hermione murmured playfully as she tugged on Y/N's hand.
"Far too many, but most of them didn't come with a promise-kiss," Y/N teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. A blush appeared on Hermione's cheeks.
"You're being silly," Hermione grumbled with a roll of her eyes, but her lips curled into a smile.
Y/N leaned in closer. "You said you wanted a kiss, right? Well, I'm giving you one right now," she whispered softly, her lips meeting Hermione's in a sweet and affectionate kiss, sealing their promise once again.
