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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Hermione let out a groan the very next day with a pounding in her head. She did her usual morning routine and made her way to the Great Hall, her eyes scanning for her friends.
She felt self-conscious once she stepped foot into the Great Hall, the roars of laughter, the fits of giggles ringing in her ears. This wasn't something out of the ordinary, but after yesterday events, she couldn't help but feel like they were directed at her.
She felt herself gulp at the sight of the Slytherin, surrounded by her fan-club as always. "Fuck," she mumbled under her breath as she replayed the scene from yesterday for the umpteenth time, her cheeks flushing at every replay.
"Morning to you too." spoke Harry as she slumped down next to him. "Merlin, Hermione. Did you sleep at all?" he questioned with a concerned look, taking in the girl's rough features.
"Mm." was all Hermione could muster, quick to end the conversation by busying herself with her breakfast. She wondered whether (Y/N) spilled anything— the thought haunted her, enough to lose her appetite.
"Lee Jordan started a school newspaper, like the Daily Prophet." informed Ron next to them. "I'd love to read but I've got to finish my Transfiguration essay now, I'm on the last line."
Hermione picked up the paper and read it, her mouth gaping with her eyebrows furrowed.
The new 7th year rose up the popularity charts with ease, charming nearly everyone in just a week or two.
"She's absolutely captivating." commented Cho Chang of Ravenclaw.
"A catch."
"She's hilarious!"
"She helped me figure out how to brew this complicated potion!"
Everyone had something good to say about (Y/L/N), except for a fiesty Gryffindor by the name of Hermione Granger, who seems to enjoy being around hot babes like Potter, Krum, and now (Y/L/N)! People say that they've got bad blood, trying to compete against eachother academically, some are saying that they could sense sexual tension building up through their heated arguments over potion instructions—
"(Y/L/N)," spoke Hermione now at the Slytherin table, glaring at the girl who seemed to be unbothered by her presence. "A word."
"Excuse me," smiled (Y/N) to her friends as she got up, following the bossy Gryffindor out of the Great Hall, matching her quick pace. "I know you like it fast, but slow down, Granger—"
"Shut the fuck up!" hissed Hermione, pushing the taller girl at a corner, scanning the area to see if anyone was around to hear that comment. She cornered the Slytherin, their position just like yesterday except the roles were reversed.
"You— yesterday— was a mistake. It never happened." she said, her eyes shooting daggers at the taller girl, who just frowned down at her.
"And here I was, thinking you came to get me cause you missed me and wanted to finish what you started yesterday." said (Y/N) with a sarcastic sigh. She wasn't all worked up about the situation like Hermione was, which amused her honestly.
But Hermione wouldn't drop her death stare.
"Chillax, Granger. I won't say a word." she added, holding her hands up in defeat.
Hermione still held the glare, huffing as she had a hard time to decipher the girl, wondering if she was telling the truth or not. Something about the way (Y/N) played intrigued her. She was Miss-Know-It-All, she had the game manual all memorized and figured out, but this game that (Y/N) was playing was out of her knowledge, out of her control.
Honestly, when you're a control freak and everything is going the way you planned it, life gets quite boring. Like playing a board game and going over the same path everytime, (Y/N)'s appearance, a whole new path to explore, one that she knows nothing about.
Hermione forced the thoughts out of her head. She liked the way her life was. She'd like it so much more without the stupid smirk haunting her right now.
