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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Light Mature Content
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Dinner was okay. But Hermione was still bitter and frustrated.
The group of youngster's settled themselves in one of the many rooms, Harry, Ginny, Pansy, Yunjin and (Y/N) on the floor, while Ron and Hermione sat on the sofa next to them. "A magic school in America?" repeated Harry with wide eyes.
"Your fanclub misses you, you know." informed Ginny with a snicker.
"You're a fucking rascal, you know that?" stated Yunjin jokingly as she gasped at the information. "For a loser, you sure do have alot of fans." she fake-sighed, grinning as the latter rolled her eyes.
"Why don't we play truth or dare?" suggested Pansy suddenly. The group nodded and agreed in unison. They began the game and laughter filled the room as they played. Hermione was enjoying herself, but she got annoyed when her eyes kept betraying her, constantly flickering over to the laughing (Y/N) who was the main source of the group's laughter.
She ignored the quiet scowls that'd leave her lips whenever the pretty ginger brushed her hand over (Y/N)'s arm whenever she said something funny, she ignored the way her eyes rolled to basically the back of her head whenever Yunjin teased the Slytherin in an obvious flirting manner.
"Your turn to ask (Y/N), Mione." spoke Harry.
"Truth or dare?" queried Hermione, looking at the Slytherin, a smirk threatening her features when they made eye contact. Sure, the Gryffindor's eyes occasionally looked her way, but it was never met by the other pair.
"Dare." answered (Y/N), thinking that her answer would get her the least amount of trouble, especially when she knew that she was always so open to Hermione. But oh boy was she wrong.
Hermione leaned back on the couch she was sitting on, lifting her legs. "Come here and act as a leg rest." she dared, her eyes flickering over to Yunjin, her cockiness shone a smirk.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes in a playful manner as the group let out a childish Ooh (everyone except Ron, who looked sour). Hermione's eyes layed on (Y/N) once again, expecting the girl to get on her hands and knees and offer her back. But instead, the Slytherin knelt right on front of her. She spreads her the Gryffindor's legs and places both of them on each shoulder, Hermione's knees bending over her.
Hermione's face flushed. She let out a fake cough and insisted on the group to keep playing. She'd try to focus on the game but her eyes would occasionally flicker down onto the sight on front of her.
"Hm.." hummed Hermione, attempting to keep her cool.
The circle laughs and the game goes on, leaving the two to look at eachother. Hermione could barely hear all the laughter and whatever words that were being said around her. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart beating, beating so loud that she would've thought that it was out of her chest by now.
All her attention was on the fact that (Y/N)'s head is so close to a place it probably shouldn't be. The Slytherin lifted her hand to one of Hermione's legs to adjust it properly. But once done, she didn't discard her hand.
"Something wrong, Ma'am?" questioned (Y/N) innocently as she rubbed her finger against the latter's bare skin. "You're red." she pointed out, the girl quickly turned her head to hide her flustered state.
"No." replied Hermione bitterly through gritted teeth.
Unable to resist the temptation, she turned her head back and darted her eyes downwards. The way (Y/N) looked up at her— Damn, did it make her weak. It's been months since they've made eye contact this long, months since they've touched like this. Hermione was growing even more frustrated, she had control over her life once (Y/N) left, but the look the latter was giving her gave the sense of play that she couldn't resist. Fuck.
The Slytherin was probably aware of what she was doing to the latter, because Hermione noticed that cocky smirk that she knew too well. "Stop fucking smirking." demanded Hermione harshly but in a hushed tone, wrapping her legs tighter, causing her thighs to almost choke the latter.
"Fucking hell, Granger." scoffed (Y/N), bemused. She kept her eyes up to meet the Gryffindor's gaze, her eyes were hooded, her lips parted slightly and a tint pinker than it ought to be, probably because Hermione kept biting it.
(Y/N) allowed her attention to avert to the group, trying to catch sight of them playing, but Hermione let out a low whine and slipped her fingers in the latter's hair, grasping it rather harshly to have control of (Y/N)'s head direction, directing it back were their eyes could meet.
One look, a complete temptation
If this sends Hermione to hell, she could already see herself drinking wine with Lucifer.
