Imprint ( Hermione Granger x Female Reader )

18: You, Me, Our Reflection

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A day later, Hermione stepped into the Great Hall, trying her best to put on her best image. But the dark circles under her eyes and swollen lips seemed to be working against her. Hesitantly, she glanced at the Slytherin table, there was a weird atmosphere going on, alot of murmuring and whispers, and no (Y/N) in sight.

The Gryffindor didn't think too much of it as she helped herself to some food, it was normal to want to skip breakfast anyway, especially after yesterday's events. It's not the first time (Y/N) had done this, nothing was out of the ordinary.

Ginny took in the Gryffindor's features as she munched on her sausage. She looked awful, but she didn't want to be pushy so she turned her attention to the school newspaper. Her eyes blew a little at the words, glancing at Hermione then glancing back at the paper.

"(Y/N)'s transferring again."

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed, her lips thinning. The ginger handed her the newspaper, she could feel the air in her lungs leaving at each word she read. Was it this easy for (Y/N) to leave her? Yes, she did push her away, but why would she give up on them that easily?

"I see you've read the news." spoke a voice from behind the Gryffindor, Pansy. "It's a shame, really. She's my bestfriend, but after you rejected her—"

"I didn't reject her." remarked Hermione as she turned around to face the Slytherin. "She never asked me out—"

"Yes she did." interrupted Pansy, her face contorting in absolute confusion. "She was having a hard time conveying her feelings, so I spent hours with her. She said everything that needed to be said, she confessed and asked you out. It was all in the letter, Granger."

Hermione's heart began to race as she put the pieces together.

"What letter, Parkinson?"

"The letter in the box of chocolate she gave you before yesterday."

Her heart constricted harshly. She had to find (Y/N), she rushed out of the Great Hall, running over to the large entrance of the castle, sprinting out of it, calling out the Slytherin's name.

"Granger?"

(Y/N) looked at her in confusion, standing by her carriage as her father helped her carry her baggages. "What are you doing here?" she questioned with a frown as she walked over to the girl who's head was hunging low, trembling, sobbing no doubt.

"If I knew you loved me and wanted me to be with you then I would've said yes." spoke Hermione, facing the girl, the image of the Slytherin blurry through her tears. She could feel her heart constrict even more by the minute. "If I just knew!— I would've— If knew I wouldn't have pushed you away—"

(Y/N) was frozen in her place, her lips slightly parted as she realised what the Gryffindor was trying to say through her non-stop sobs.

"I thought.." began (Y/N) slowly, feeling her heart fall to her stomach. "I thought you knew." she said, feeling tears brimming in her own eyes now, it was too late to go back. "I thought you knew, so I thought that you just rejected me like that."

"(Y/N)! We haven't got all day!" her father called out.

"No—" winced Hermione, grasping (Y/N)'s shirt by the front. "You can't leave— (Y/N) please, you can't leave, you can't..."

...

Hermione stared at her reflection on the mirror. Suddenly, she recalled the memory of her standing on front of the mirror just like right now, except (Y/N) was behind her, hugging her waist and complimenting her reflection.

Her hand ran over the prominent lovebite that was on the skin of her collarbone, (Y/N)'s bitemark engraved onto her flesh.

"Baby, baby, baby, oh!" sang (Y/N) playfully, holding up the toothbrush to her lips as though it was a mic, her other hand holding a giggling Hermione's waist.

"You're so corny." giggled Hermione, leaning her head back, allowing it to rest on (Y/N)'s shoulder. She looked at their reflection, smiling at it. She felt so loved.

She sighed and pulled out a sweater from her closet, laying it on the bed.

"Is this the sweater you're looking for?" giggled Hermione, sporting a grey sweater that was far too large for her, the ends of the sleeves past her hands.

"Oh c'mon, Granger." laughed (Y/N), tackling the Gryffindor. The two went into a roar of laughter.

Deciding that she didn't want to go on with her day, she plopped herself on her bed, her hand gliding through the satin sheets that wore a familiar scent.

Hermione settled herself on her bed, laying on her stomach, watching (Y/N) sleeping peacefully right beside her, she couldn't help but smile softly. She glided her hand through the satin sheets, reaching for the Slytherin's hand, allowing their fingers to intertwine.

Hermione laid on her back, looking up at the ceiling as she ran her finger across her bottom lip.

"(Y/N)!" giggled Hermione in a shriek, the girl on top of her was attacking her poor bottom lip. Pecking, kissing, gnawing, even biting.

(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).

(Y/N)'s imprint,

(Y/N)'s marks,

(Y/N)'s impact,

All on her to savour. So bittersweetly.

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anddd thats a wrap! sorry if it was too short for your guys's liking, and im sorry if you weren't able to enjoy it cause im aware my writing skills have gone rusty, but im pretty proud of my work, im just proud that ive gotten back to writing in general. thank u all for the support and see u all in the next one hopefully!!