The Destroyer

Chapter 14

"Hey" 

The voice cut through the silence like a knife, drawing the attention of the bushy-haired girl who sat hunched over a book in the dimly lit room.

"Hey"

She responded, her voice soft as she closed the book she'd been engrossed in since entering the space. Shifting slightly in her seat, she made room for the newcomer beside her, though her gaze remained averted. The bushy-haired girl's eyes flickered briefly to the figure now seated beside her, a subtle tension hanging in the air like a taut string waiting to snap.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to be in your class right now?"

The question hung in the air, a hint of confusion coloring the words as the Slytherin girl glanced at her companion. The bushy-haired girl hesitated for a moment before finally meeting the other's gaze, her expression guarded yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"Hey, are you alright? You've seemed distant these past few days. Is something on your mind?"

She inquired, her concern evident in her tone. The bushy-haired girl remained silent for a moment, her thoughts swirling like a tempest within her mind. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"I don't know"  

She admitted, her words tinged with uncertainty.

"It's been a while since we've had a chance to talk like this"

 The bushy-haired girl continued, her gaze drifting to the window where sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over the room. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

It was as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders, each grappling with their own inner demons. Finally, the bushy-haired girl turned to her companion, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. 

"Listen, I know things have been weird between us lately, but I want you to know that I'm here for you"

She said softly, reaching out to grasp the other's hand in a gesture of solidarity. And in that moment, as their hands intertwined, the bushy-haired girl felt a sense of connection that transcended words. It was a silent promise, a pledge to weather whatever storm lay ahead, together.

 "Who is Kriz? The one who arrived last week that made you run back to your dorm immediately?"

 the bushy-haired girl finally spoke, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of concern. The question hung in the air, breaking the tense silence that had settled between them like a heavy fog. Y/n's brows furrowed in confusion at the unexpected inquiry. Why would Hermione ask about Kriz? What significance did this newcomer hold in their lives?

"Who? Kriz? Oh, well"

Y/n began, her voice faltering slightly as she searched for the right words. 

"She's my friend. Her family is friends with mine, that's why we're that close to each other."

As the explanation spilled from her lips, Y/n couldn't help but wonder why she was divulging this information to Hermione at this particular moment. Perhaps it was the weight of the unspoken tension between them, the unspoken questions that lingered like ghosts in the room, begging to be acknowledged.

Hermione nodded slowly, her expression inscrutable as she processed the information. For a moment, there was a palpable sense of hesitation hanging in the air, as if both girls were tiptoeing around a delicate subject neither dared to fully address.

"Is that all?"

Hermione's voice broke through the silence, her eyes searching Y/n's face for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. Y/n nodded, her mind racing with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. 

"Yeah, and why wouldn't it be?" 

She replied, her tone defensive yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"Nothing, just curious" 

Hermione replied softly, though there was a flicker of something in her eyes that Y/n couldn't quite place.

"Really, Mione? Just curious, huh?"

 Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration at Hermione's seemingly innocent inquiry. It felt as though there was something more lurking beneath the surface, something she couldn't quite grasp.

"Hermione, what's the purpose of you cutting classes just to ask that dumb question? You could've asked that later aft---"

Y/n's words hung in the air, suspended on the precipice of revelation, when suddenly, without warning, Hermione leaned forward and pressed her lips against hers. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as shock rippled through Y/n's body, her mind reeling with disbelief. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt of awareness coursing through her veins as she instinctively responded to Hermione's kiss.

 It was a fleeting yet profound moment, a silent exchange of emotions that transcended words. In that brief instant, the walls that had separated them crumbled away, leaving nothing but raw, unbridled connection.As their lips parted, Y/n's eyes fluttered open, meeting Hermione's gaze with a mixture of astonishment and uncertainty. The air crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken questions and unexplored desires. 

Hermione's expression was unreadable, her eyes searching Y/n's face for any sign of reciprocation or rejection. Yet, despite the uncertainty that hung between them, there was a flicker of determination in her gaze, a silent declaration of intent. In that moment, amidst the chaos and confusion, Y/n knew one thing for certain, nothing would ever be the same again.

Y/n's POV

"Hermione, what's the purpose of you cutting classes just to ask that dumb question? You could've asked that later aft---"

I stood there, frozen in disbelief, my mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded before me. My eyes widened as I tried to process the unbelievable reality of what had transpired mere moments ago. Hermione, my dear friend, had just done something so utterly unexpected, so completely out of the blue, that I was left speechless, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

The image of her bold action replayed in my mind like a broken record, each loop bringing with it a fresh wave of astonishment. Did she really just do that? Did Hermione Granger, the brilliant and rational witch whom I had known for months, just... kiss me?

The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, electrifying every nerve in my body. My heart raced in my chest, pounding out a rhythm of shock and excitement. It was as if time itself had slowed down, allowing me to savor every moment of this unexpected twist in our relationship.

In that instant, I found myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. There was surprise, certainly, but also a strange sense of exhilaration, tinged with a hint of nervousness. What did this kiss mean? Was it just a spontaneous impulse, or was there something more behind it?

As I stood there, trying to make sense of it all, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Hermione. In her boldness, she had shattered the boundaries of our friendship, opening up a whole new realm of possibilities between us.

And so, with my mind still reeling from the shock of her unexpected gesture, I couldn't help but utter a silent prayer to the heavens above, thanking whatever forces had conspired to bring us to this moment. For in that kiss, I sensed the promise of something truly magical, something that had the power to change our lives forever.

'Love'

"To Be Continued"