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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Hermione found herself fighting a never ending battle in her head. Is it because of her stupid teenage hormones? Or is it because she's falling again? Is she in love? Or is she attached? Was (Y/N) struggling to unravel their confusing situationship just like she was? Or was she completely unbothered by their situation? Does she sit in her room and think about Hermione the way the Gryffindor constantly thought about her? Or was she alone in this? Did (Y/N) actually like her? Perhaps the Gryffindor was too dense to notice the signals. Or were those signals just a gesture of kindess, or perhaps a figment of her imagination?
She found herself in a constant game of tug-of-war, she'd get pulled in by the Slytherin during her lonely nights. But when Hermione was okay, she'd get carelessy pushed away as if (Y/N) wasn't holding her with all the love and care just a night ago. She felt as though she was walking on her tip-toes around the Slytherin, whenever silence fell between them, it fueled her desire for (Y/N).
The Gryffindor walked beside her bed, standing on front of a window. She stared at the pouring rain as the cold breeze touched her skin. She had no company, Ginny was out on a date with Harry since their winter break was almost finished. Ron wanted to help out in Fred and George's joke-shop, hoping to earn a few galleons for their next trip to Hogsmaede.
Her lingering thoughts about (Y/N) quickly got interrupted by non other than the source itself. "Hi," greeted the Slytherin, welcoming herself in Hermione's dorm. "Can I stay till the others get back?" she requested although she was already in the room, settling herself on the latter's bed.
"As long as you don't drop any of those on my bed." replied Hermione, wearing a subtle amused smile when she noticed the latter was carrying a bag of gummy bears in a hand, a notebook in the other. She got on the bed, plopping herself on front of the latter who had her back pressed against the headboard. Hermione made sure to keep a fair distance between them though.
"I did a bit of writing," informed (Y/N) as she popped a red gummy bear in her mouth. "I usually ask for Yunjin's opinion on it, but she's not around right now— she's at Diagon Alley buying some stuff with Pansy. So I was wondering if you could give me your opinion?"
"Shoot," nodded Hermione as she brought her knees to her chest, resting her head on it as she looked at the latter. She tilted her head down slightly to hide her smile of adoration for the girl, unable to fight it off.
"Okay, let me just finish the last line, give me ten minutes."
Hermione gave a hum, her heart jumped when the latter gave her a smile before averting her attention down onto her notebook, fidgeting with the pen in her hand. Hermione felt her eyes soften as she watched the girl, her thoughts continued to ponder as her heart grew fonder.
They say love is a choice, right? Some say it should be spontaneous and flow effortlessly, that it's supposed to be about the butterflies and the fireworks that should errupt.
But I think it's a choice... because if I had to choose how to spend my time, I'd spend it with you. If I had to choose who to see everyday when I wake up, I'd choose you. And if choosing you is a crime, I'll willingly embrace that label and defy regulations just for the sake of your presence.
"I watch her from afar with longing glances, Wishing I could take my chances, But alas, I know it can't be, For she belongs to another, not me.
And so I wait, in silent sorrow, Aching for a chance to borrow, A moment of her time and grace, But knowing it can never take place.
Still, I find solace in this pain, For even though I cannot reign, Over her heart and win her hand, I still love her, and that's where I'll stand.
So I wait, with bittersweet desire, A flame that burns that'll never expire, Knowing that my heart will never tire, Of waiting for her, though I have no chance to acquire."
(Y/N) gave a fistbump to herself, basically hyping up her own egotistical self.
God, am I really in love with this loser?
"Who broke my baby's heart?" snickered Hermione in amusement, although the thought of (Y/N) crushing and waiting on someone actually punched her in the face. She teased the girl, but whenever (Y/N) took her eyes off her, the Gryffindor's teasing eyes would fall to a gloomy one, a sigh leaving her lips.
"The remedy to my tragedy is my tragedy." huffed (Y/N) nonchalantly as she popped yet another gummy bear in her mouth.
Hermione wondered wildly. She wondered if it could possibly be her that (Y/N) was writing about, perhaps it was about Yunjin cause she's a babe, or maybe it was about another girl that she didn't know off. After all, what did she know about the Slytherin after their break-up? They never did much catching up due to their constant snogging and shagging.
The thought of (Y/N) having another made her heart ache. She was scared of letting go, she yearned for closure, for healing to unfold. But how could she? She had her haven, her sacred place now, one that brings her clarity. Even though the Slytherin was high in demand, she was always around for Hermione.
I'm staring at the lines on my palm, wondering why I can't reach you although you're right here.
I'm desperate, I find myself bargaining with the impossible, begging for you to hold me again.
I want to fly through light years, past dimensions and into black holes, until I find a place where no hours, minutes, seconds or any entity can seperate me from you.
She longed for the girl, and she was so scared of letting this go.
So she thought that maybe she could settle for this; more than friends, less than lovers. She'll settle for the constant heartache and she'll tolerate the battle in her head.
"Treat me like a cigarette," spoke Hermione suddenly, her voice soft. "Using me when you're bored or need a distraction, then step on me after you're done recieving the satisfaction and comfort you seeked for."
"Just one cigarette, in a pack of many."
"Woah," exclaimed (Y/N) with big eyes. "You're a natural, Mione. You really are good at everything, huh?"
Good at everything but figuring out this situation of ours.
