Your imprint,
Your marks,
Your impact,
All on me to savour.
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So much tension between two girls, so much things to unfold between them, so much to explore within them.
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"This potion is quite complex." spoke Professor Snape in a bored manner, waving his hand at the board with instruction to brew a certain potion. "This potion is called Amortentia. I'm aware that you guys know it's properties by now."
A group of girls went into a fit of giggles, their eyes darting off to the popular new girl.
"I'm aware that you all share a single braincell, and alot of you are incompetent to even be in this class." he went on, looking at Ron and Harry with a smirk. "So, you'll be working with a partner."
"Potter, Malfoy."
A groan from the two boys.
"Weasley, Zabini."
"(Y/L/N), Granger-"
"I don't think that will work, sir." spoke up Hermione, fisting her hand up in the air.
"(Y/L/N), Granger." repeated Snape without a glance at her. The Gryffindor let out an exasperated groan and made her way to the Slytherin, slumping down next to her along with the ingredients she gathered earlier for the potion.
"I see you're delighted to be paired with me." said (Y/N) with her usual smirk.
"I'd rather eat a hippogriffe." replied Hermione without looking at the girl, her eyes on the board, checking the instructions. She put the standard portioning water into the gold cauldron over a very low flame, just like instructed.
"Go bruise the peppermint flower heads with a mortar and pestle and sprinkle it in when the water's lukewarm. And don't mess up." instructed Hermione harshly to the Slytherin, who raised an eyebrow at the bossy tone.
"No." said (Y/N). "Not if you ask like that." she explained, seeing the Gryffindor glare at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"Guess I have to do everything by myself." spat Hermione with a roll of her eyes, obviously not giving in. "Professor Snape was right to pair us, clearly you're an incompetent person that needs help."
"I'm better than you'll ever be at Potions, Granger." pointed out (Y/N) with a yawn, and God did she love the scowl that left the Gryffindor's lips.
Hermione continued to follow the instructions, completely abandoning the fact that this was a project for the both of them.
"No," spoke up (Y/N) after a long time of just watching the girl do the work. "Stir it anti-clockwise-"
"It says clockwise-"
But (Y/N) didn't hear her out and did her own thing. Hermione loved following instructions word by word, and what (Y/N) just did infuriated her.
"We're starting this potion over."
"No we're not."
"Don't object-"
"No we're not." said (Y/N) firmly, grabbing the Gryffindor's wrist when she stood up to gather ingredients again. "We're not going to start over just because you're so narrow-minded and you're so used to bossing people around."
"Excuse me??" retorted an abashed Hermione, ripping her wrist away from the girl's hold. She was genuinely mad now, to the point she couldn't keep calm. "What the fuck do you-?"
"(Y/L/N)! Language, Granger!" spoke Professor Snape. There were whispers around the room, all eyes on the two girls. "Detention this Saturday, I think you both wouldn't mind missing the first trip to Hogsmaede. Class dismissed."
"Thanks, cupcake." hissed (Y/N) under her breath, the nickname only pissing off Hermione even more. She hated the fact that it made her flustered, the fact that no matter how many times she called her that ridiculous nickname, she'd always feel her heart jump.
The Gryffindor grabbed her stuff and packed, a group of girls surrounding them- well mostly (Y/N). Hermione could feel dirty stares at her, hostile ones.
"I feel so bad you can't come, the first trip is always the best." said a girl with a sympathetic tone.
"Yeah, all because of her." whispered another, everyone humming in agreement, their eyes boring onto the Gryffindor who was well aware of what was going on.
"She's awful."
"The worst."
"A complete control freak."
Hermione stood up and gave the Slytherin a roll of her eyes, showing that she was unaffected by her little fanclub's behaviour.
"Later, love~" said Hermione in a sweet voice, full of sarcasm. She walked away but looked back at (Y/N) for a second. She felt satisfied when she saw the flustered look on the girl's face.
