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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"Ooh! Can his hair turn ginger? Like mine?" spoke Yunjin enthusiastically, standing on front of Tonks who was holding a baby in her hands, the ginger leaning down slightly to get a closer look.
"What is my home to you? A ginger empire?" laughed Sirius from the dining table, conversing with Remus on his side.
Hermione was standing a few feet away from Tonks, holding up her camera and occasionally peering into it and clicking, capturing sweet moments. Ron got up from the table and walked over to his girlfriend, circling his arms around her waist as he leaned his head down to nuzzle his nose in her neck.
"Not around family, Ronald." scolded Hermione, not leaning into the embrace. The ginger merely frowned and lifted his head back up, though he kept his hold around the shorter girl's waist.
"Speaking of family," began Ron suddenly, unaware of how tense his girlfriend just got as he brought up the subject. "Do you think we'll..?—"
"Ron! Your plates aren't going to wash themselves!" Mrs. Weasleys's voice rang. He grunted and muttered something inaudible under his breath and made his way to the kitchen.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief, then turned her attention back onto Tonks and her baby— but there was no Tonks, it was just (Y/N) and Yunjin, the baby being cradled in the Slytherin's arms. She brought her camera to her eye and peered into the hole, watching the two interact in a playful manner.
She felt her breathing become rather shaky, feeling as though she was putting far too much effort into breathing— something that's supposedly natural. And suddenly, the loud conversations and laughter that was in the room muted in Hermione's ears.
And at quiet moments like these, she finds herself in dismay.
She's not mine, so why does my heart continue to pine?
Click
The Gryffindor captured the Slytherin's smile, like a sunshine on a cloudy day. The melodic laugh that rang sweetly in her ears, one that she found solace and peace.
Her hands on the camera trembled, and it had nothing to do with the weather. She fixed her composure when (Y/N) and Yunjin took note of her presence due to the flashing light from the camera. She zoomed in a bit as the pair posed, she counted from 3, and at 1 the ginger had said something to make the both of them laugh.
And suddenly her vision through the lens became blurry. Her eyes were glossed over with tears. "I'll get these developed." she spoke quickly, her voice coming out rather high-pitched as she let out a sniffle. She headed to her bedroom upstairs in a hurry, praying to Merlin that nobody would see her.
She plopped herself on her bed and brought her knees to her chest, her head lowering down to rest on her knees. She fought back the tears, she couldn't let them fall, them falling would mean that she was falling for the Slytherin once more, and she couldn't let that happen, not again.
She ran a hand through her hair, but she quickly discarded it and cursed herself under her breath; cause this used to be (Y/N)'s way to comfort her.
"Granger," spoke a familiar voice softly from her door. She knew who it was, she didn't want to lift her head, or to speak up, too afraid that if she does everything will collapse.
Tell her to leave.
The footsteps became louder, signaling the Slytherin was steps away from her bed.
Speak up, Hermione!
(Y/N) settled herself on the bed right on front of the latter. She cupped the Gryffindor's jaw with such gentleness that Hermione took note of. She brought the latter's face up to meet those glossed-over eyes.
She ran her thumb over the Gryffindor's cheek, and suddenly Hermione tasted something salty in the corner of her lips, her tears had fallen. And before she could even contemplate the situation, she brought down her knees and forced herself forward into (Y/N)'s embrace, startling the Slytherin, but neverless she was being held so carefully once again; like how the latter was holding that little baby from earlier.
"I'm here," assured (Y/N) in a soft hum as she allowed her fingers to run through the trembling girl's hair. Hermione felt all her walls breakdown as more tears fell, her cries becoming audible.
Why you? I sometimes question myself. I don't quite understand why I fell. Then I saw the water flowing from the faucet, and I realised I'm a pitcher who refills the glasses of others, pouring continuously until I'm drained of all water, but in your presence, you're the faucet that refills my emptiness.
You're unbearable, but at moments like this you're..
You're a gentle drizzle, not a heavy rain.
You're a serene lake, not a rushing river.
You're a tranquil pond, not an overbearing sea that drowns me in it's waves.
Your words, like a gentle healing balm, repairing the fractures, whispering a calm. You're the shelter that shields me from the world's tempests. Your constant warm embrace, the warmth that remains in my veins.
Amidst the chaos and the rush, when the world feels like a crush, you still bring me solace with a simple touch.
You're the peace amidst my storms. Maybe that's why I fell for you, why I keep falling for you.
But what am I going to do when you're my storm this time?
