Imprint ( Hermione Granger x Female Reader )

Epilogue: Tadhana

Tadhana; fate, destiny.

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Hermione let out a giggle as her heart fluttered, fluttering from the sweet words that were written on the letter in her hands. Ever since (Y/N) left to go back to Ilvermorny, the Slytherin would either spam her on Instagram or send her a letter by owl atleast every week.

"To the girl I love the most,
Your smile could light a thousand skies,
Your laughter like a sweet lullaby,
You're the rose amongst the thorns,
A masterpiece of nature's borne."

A month later.

"I'll wait for you with unyielding devotion,
Even if time forces us into a strange notion,
For love knows no bounds, nor the passage of days,
I'll choose you forever, always, in countless ways."

Another month later.

"I'll wait for you through seasons and years,
With unwavering faith in love's tender tears,
For you're my forever, my eternal flame,
And I'll choose you, always, without any shame."

A month passes again. Hermione settled herself beside the familiar tree by the lake, a pen in her hand scribbling on the notebook on her lap.

"I miss October,
I miss the orange,
Pumpkins, leaves and trees,
I miss your sweater,
Worn out but incredibly cozy,
I miss the thrill of Friday celebrations,
Although I never really understood Quidditch,
It's summer,
Summer can't warm me like you,
I miss everything about October,
Most importantly you."

Yet another month passes. Hermione's sitting at her usual spot, her hands that held the letter trembled.

"Dear Hermione,

I wanted to take the moment to express my sincerest apologies for any hurt or disappointment I may have caused you. You are an incredible person with so much to offer, and it breaks my heart to let you down like this, you deserve someone who can give you their unconditional love, support and unwavering attention.

I thought we'd be okay with the distance, I really believed that we'd get through this, and I'm so sorry that I'm unable to keep going on with this. I hope you can move on forward without me, and find the partner that you deserve.

Sincerely,
(Y/N)"

Love waits for no one, It has no agenda or schedule. Love is intruding, it just enters your life without a knock. And with every entrance, comes an exit. Just like how quick it is to enter, it can exit just as fast with no farewell. It's gone in a blink of an eye.

A teary-eyed Hermione fumbled through her pocket, pulling out her phone and tapping Instagram. Maybe she could ask them to work through this, they always got through everything, they always communicated through their arguments. It's okay, this was just another obstacle that all couples go through.

But her hands froze in their place, the first post on her feed was (Y/N)'s, posted ten minutes ago. She scanned through the pictures, her heart constricting at each slide. The caption was "Another win for Ilvermorny!" the latter was in Japan, in Mahoutokoro's Quidditch field. She was surrounded by her quidditch teammates, but beside her was the familiar ginger, Yunjin, placing a kiss on the taller girl's cheek.

She comes across another picture, Yunjin had her back facing the camera, sporting her jersey that had (Y/L/N) embroidered as well as her number. Her heart sank to her stomach at the pinned comment, Yunjin's comment; "I look good as an athlete's girlfriend."

Hermione allowed her tears to roll down her cheeks as she picked up her notebook and pen, her trembling hand shaking uncontrollably as her cries intensified. Writing was her comfort, it was what she did to feel closer to the Slytherin.

When I used to write about you, the words came out easily and emotions poured out out like honey; just like your lies that spilled out like thick honey. I have nothing to write about anymore, no words make sense anymore, just like you.

When I think about poetry, I think about you. Now poetry is just a reminder of how you broke me. I hate thinking about such a beautiful thing in such a soiled way.

You ruined poetry for me.

I love you,

I don't want to let go,

Hurt me,

But don't go.

We'll find our way back to eachother, right? It's our destiny, our fate, right?

But perhaps their tadhana was doomed from the very start.

Tadhana, meant to be.

And their tadhana, was meant to not be.

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yall rlly thought id give a happy ending