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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Mature Content
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Hermione woke up the next day with the feeling of exhaustion consuming her, perhaps she stayed up a tad bit too long thinking about a certain Slytherin. She didn't want to, but she also couldn't push the thought out of her head. Blame her head, not her ( perfectly common sense according to Hermione's own reasoning ).
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." smiled Hermione, being served breakfast by the ginger. She ate her breakfast along with Ron on her right, Harry on her left, Ginny and Pansy on front of them.
"Call me mum already, dear. It's not too long before you two get married, anyway—"
"Mum!" huffed Ron with a sausage in his mouth ( revolting, honestly), his ears were a bright shade of red. He gave a scowl when his best mate gave him a nudge on the arm, Harry was clearly amused.
"How come (Y/N) and Yunjin aren't here?" questioned Ginny curiously from across the table. She had to suppress her snicker when she saw Hermione's head shot up at her question, curiousity and concerned evident on her features.
"I just sent dear Yunjin to buy more groceries since you lot arrived today." informed Mrs. Weasley with a hum.
"And (Y/N) stays at the Malfoy Manor every night, cause apparently Lucius is afraid that some other Death Eaters are going to raid his home and take all his dark artifacts." informed Pansy further. "I told Draco to suggest his dad to throw them all away, he said he tried but apparently Lucius likes his collection."
"Lucius tried contacting Kingsley— he's officially the Minister for Magic now. He requested for some protection, some protection as in the best Aurors the Ministry has, Kingsley refused, of course, but he still sends (Y/N) a few others every night to look after the Manor. He insisted that they're more than enough."
"When's she coming back?" questioned Hermione, trying her best to put on her ordinary conversing tone. She sent Ginny an icy glare when the ginger looked at her with a snicker.
"She's actually late." replied Mrs. Weasley, looking up at the clock with a frown. And suddenly, a loud sound erupted from upstairs, a sound of someone apparating and falling to the floor, a loud thud being heard.
"I'll check it." spoke Pansy, concern evident on her features. She jumped from her seat and basically rushed to the stairs.
"I need to get something from my room." lied Hermione, getting up from her chair as well, quick to follow the Slytherin.
She followed the sounds and reached the room at the far end of the upstair's hallway, she gasped at the sight of (Y/N) limping, clutching the side of her stomach, the cloth of her shirt soaked with blood.
