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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(Y/N) was there for the Gryffindor during her breakdown, but she didn't stop being an unbearable relentless tease right after. But Hermione didn't really mind anymore, sometimes she'd actually enjoy it. She'd always roll her eyes, a small grin on her features.
2 days later, the Slytherin comes back from her night-shift at the Malfoy Manner, her expression cold as blood trickled down the side of her forehead. Everyone obviously rushed to check on her but she refused to get pampered, her expression growing colder whenever someone tried to show some sympathy.
Hermione watched her quietly, her goosebumps rising. She knew this furious and stubborn (Y/N), the latter would always act like this after a bad injury from Quidditch, she hated getting pitied.
Oh and she loved how (Y/N) reacted before when she'd be in her furious state and Hermione simply further pushed her buttons to infuriate her more. She could feel her stomach making turns already at the thought of the Slytherin taking her anger out on her in ways like...
She got up and followed the Slytherin who stormed off into her room, shutting her door loudly. It didn't take long before (Y/N) heard the door click and be pushed open. She turned around to see the source, an exasperated groan leaving her lips when she realised who it was.
"Not now, Granger. Later, please?" she requested nicely with all the remaining patience she had left in her.
"Awh, poor (Y/N)." frowned Hermione in a mocking manner, closing the door behind her. She brought her arms up to her chest and crossed them, looking at the latter with a sympathetic look, a look that she knew (Y/N) would hate. "Got hurt badly, baby?"
"No." replied (Y/N), attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible, though it proved to be a challenge. "I'll talk to you later about it, okay? Just give me space for now."
"You couldn't handle them, huh?" cooed Hermione, trying to fight off her cocky smirk when the Slytherin let out an exasperated sigh. "Poor baby couldn't shake off a few bad guys." she taunted further, provoking the girl.
"How incompetent— fuck!" groaned Hermione when the taller girl shoved her against the door behind her as soon as the insult left her lips. Her neck was held with one hand and her panties were ripped off by another. She got what she wanted.
"You're a fucking brat." spat (Y/N) as she fingered the latter. Her confidence quickly came back when the Gryffindor couldn't reply with words, merely moaning back in response. She looked down at the shorter girl, seeing her eyes were shut close in pleasure, her hips thrusting to meet (Y/N)'s strokes.
