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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A week of tutor goes by and nothing really changes, their behavior and tolerance for each other improved slightly. (Y/N) had the decency to acknowledge Hermione by sending her a smirk in the hallway, the smirk that the Gryffindor hated, and Hermione would simply roll her eyes although she was amused.
Professor McGonagall prepared their first practice test to see how everyone was doing.
"How much did you get?" questioned (Y/N) from behind Hermione, tapping the girl's shoulder. They started to get along, getting along means they weren't biting each other's neck all the time.
"Only 80." replied Hermione as she turned around to face the girl with a very obvious disappointed sigh.
"Ha! I got 90!" said (Y/N), almost jumping in her seat from excitement, she felt proud of herself. She didn't even notice Hermione eyeing her carefully, a very small and subtle smile printed on her face.
Hermione turned back around, glancing at the perfect 100 on her test paper.
Hours go by and Hermione found the Slytherin at the same exact spot in the library, curled up on the sofa, her focus on the notes she took yesterday. The girl was sporting plaid pajama pants and a large hoodie, her hair fluff and messy. She couldn't help but find her cute.
"Hi," greeted (Y/N) warmly, looking up at the Gryffindor with a smile that Hermione was unfamiliar with, she could feel her heart strings being pulled from the warmness of the small smile.
"Is this your new tactic of flirting? Being cute?" queried Hermione in an amused way as she plopped down next to the latter.
"No, I just feel like I don't have to put up an act." replied (Y/N) with a shrug, before her lips curled to a smirk that Hermione knew all too well of. "Why? Do you find me cute right now?" she teased.
"I jinxed it, didn't I?" sighed Hermione, although she wore a small smile, feeling amused, the air between them felt light now. "I made you flash cards yesterday, they help me out alot." she brought up, pulling out a deck of cards from her bag.
"You stayed up all night to make this for me?" asked (Y/N) with a grin, the Gryffindor only rolling her eyes in response, not wanting to admit it. "Gummy bears?" she offered.
Hermione accepted it, popping only thing white and green ones in her mouth. She began by revising what they took yesterday, and to her surprise, (Y/N) managed to answer all her questions correctly, showing that she was putting as much effort as Hermione, which softened that little side that hated (Y/N).
The lesson went smoothly, and Hermione couldn't help but enjoy their interaction. This (Y/N) was easy to get along with, the Gryffindor even began to question her hatred for the girl.
"What's that?" queried Hermione suddenly after she caught a glimpse of the Slytherin's wrist. A thick, cold silence fell between them. (Y/N) felt her heart thumping quickly as memories flooded back, it must've been evident on her face. "You look like you saw a ghost." she pointed out.
"Shut the fuck up." snarled (Y/N) harshly, her gentle expression being replaced by the one that Hermione was used to.
"There's no need to be an asshole—"
Hermione flinched, her heart racing as (Y/N) got up. The Gryffindor thought she was gonna hit her, but instead she took her bag and stormed out, Leaving Hermione dumbfounded.
