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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"Morning, Dear." greeted Mrs. Weasley sweetly as she got up from her chair to give the recovered Slytherin a hug. "I'm so glad that you made a speedy recovery, those injuries were nasty." she shivered. "Come on now, sit down and have some breakfast. We've got some cleaning to do today, Remus and Tonks are bringing Teddy over for the first time!"
(Y/N) sat down right next to the rather quiet Gryffindor. She thanked Mrs. Weasley for serving her breakfast, then averted her eyes to Hermione, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"You're quiet." stated (Y/N) plainly.
"And you are the bane of my existence everyday." retorted Hermione with a roll of her eyes, still not meeting the Slytherin's gaze. "Why couldn't you sit somewhere else? The table's basically empty." she said, mentioning the absence of the usual youngsters that were out buying Mrs. Weasley's needs.
"I would," hummed (Y/N) with a nod. "But I didn't wanna deprive you of my company."
Hermione let out a groan of pure annoyance.
"You don't like me very much, do you?" the Slytherin inquired, grinning when the latter faced her.
Your stupid smile, your stupid sparkly eyes, your stupid messyass fucking hair.
"You have a habit of wanting to get away from me whenever I try to approach you,"
I wish we were locked up in a hole together asshole.
"But it's understandable, people often get intimidated by my charm."
God, remind me why I like you so much again?
"I'm not intimidated." stated Hermione in a matter-of-fact tone. "But rather repulsed by it." she retorted, gaining back her composure.
"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" mocked (Y/N) playfully. "You're so my favourite person."
"You're so my biggest annoyance." sighed the Gryffindor.
"Good one, Granger." snickered (Y/N) as she took a bite of her bacon. "But I can live with that as long as it means I'm yours."
Hermione's hand that was stirring round her coffee mug suddenly paused, and suddenly she felt all her appetite disintegrate. Her heart ached badly, so she could only respond in a scowl, her frown deepening as the Slytherin's smirk grew. Though (Y/N)'s cocky expression quickly changed when she recieved no insult back.
You? Mine?
And you say that I hurt you, but what the hell are you doing to me right now, (Y/N)? You ignore me— then suddenly confess when you're drunk. Then you're back to your relentless teasing. What the fuck, (Y/L/N)?
The way you look at me— your eyes telling me something in contrast of your actions, but then you go on and hurt me again.
Hermione felt her heart jump at the feeling of a thumb over her thigh, startling her, but she quickly relaxed when she realised it was a gesture of comfort, merely soothing the fabric of her sweatpants. Sure they've did plenty of touching even after they broke-up, but this touch was different.
This makes me wonder if this gesture— am I the only one receiving this warmth? Or am I just caught up in your charms?
Are these soft gestures, these soft deep gazes meant to mean something or are they just another illusion intact? Confusion. I can't contemplate.
Perhaps Hermione wasn't a Miss-Know-It-All after all.
