"So when you kissed me it was casual? When you held me with the lightest touch, it was casual? When you looked at me that way, it was just casual, (Y/N)?"
Hermione Granger, a young artist in her senior year of highschool finds her muse, who also jus...
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It's the start of Hermione's senior year. And she fucking dreads it. She woke up at around 5 am in the morning, nearly two hours earlier than she was supposed to. But she can't help it, she's been groaning and thrashing in her bed since midnight.
She gets ready and puts on a simple outfit. She reaches for the contacts on her table- a natural blue to mask over her honey brown ones. She wasn't much fond of them, but nearly every blonde in her cheer team was your typical blue-eyed blondie.
She puts her phone in her purse and ignores the constant buzzing, although she stayed up all night looking through a certain feed. She sighs and makes her way downstairs for breakfast, the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach immediately soothed at the aroma of freshly made pancakes.
"Ah! Hermione!" greeted Mrs. Granger brightly with a bright smile.
"...Mom." Hermione replied uncertainly as she sat down slowly, eyeing her mother with a mixture of confusion and worry. The fuck could have had her this giddy at 7 am in the morning?
"Aren't you excited?" questioned Mrs. Granger with a twinkle in her eyes. Hermione felt her appetite go away.
"(Y/N)'s back in town!"
Oh.
Hermione knows.
Of course she does.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N). God, where does she even start? Her childhood bestfriend? Her first kiss? Her first girlfriend? Her first lover? Her first heartbreak?
It was your typical childhood bestfriend to lovers trope. But it all went crashing down one day when (Y/N) decided to move to Japan as an exchange student.
Hermione was crushed, but supported her nonetheless and insisted that they'll get through long distance just fine.
It proved to be difficult with the timezones and schedules, though Hermione would stay up extra late just for a five minute call with (Y/N). She'd text her consistently throughout the day, updating her on what she's doing.
She'd get left on delivered quite alot, and replies would come through a day later or even several. But Hermione pushed the tug at her heart and insisted that (Y/N) was just busy.
Her friends would look at her in disappointment whenever they'd look over her chats with her girlfriend. But Hermione shrugged it off, she never let people's comments get to her. She had like a 2 second rebound rate anyway.
Then on a random Saturday, (Y/N) replied. But she wasn't reply to Hermione's updates. She was breaking up with her out of the blue.
She didn't even give Hermione an explanation.
Just like that.
"Right." Hermione forced a smile.
She thinks she might've grimaced because her mother just looked concerned at this point.
...
Hermione walked to school with an uncomfortable empty stomach. She knows everyone's probably talking about (Y/N)'s return.
She had moved only 2 years ago, and she was quite popular with everyone. (Y/N) rose to be a famous athlete, appearing at several articles along with her team. She's been known as the Star Quarterback even before she moved, so it was only natural for everyone in the school to know her.
"You look like you're gonna piss your pants." commented Pansy who popped out of nowhere from beside Hermione.
"Sugarcoating?" assumed Hermione with a roll of her eyes.
"You bet. You actually look constipated." nodded Pansy with a snicker before it subsided when Hermione didn't laugh back.
The black-haired nudged Hermione's arm. "Hey, I know the reason. But you can't let her see you like this, you know?Show her you're the shit. Flex your fanclub of freshmen and juniors or something."
"Huh?" Hermione looked genuinely confused, especially for someone as smart as her. She scrunched her nose as she replied. "I don't want to do anything that could hurt her in any way."
Pansy stopped walking, which forced Hermione to stop walking. The black-haired's whole face was scrunched up, clearly judging Hermione.
"The fuck? You're really stupid for someone that's called Miss Know-It-All, you know?"
"Just drop it, okay?" sighed Hermione, resting her back against her own locker. "Besides, when I see her, It's not like I'm gonna-"
Her words die away as a very familiar figure walked over quite close to her. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), wearing a white tank top and black leather jacket was attracting all eyes, though she was just setting her heavy textbooks into her locker.
Hermione thinks her knees are bound to give up on her, because she's relying entirely on the locker behind her back to support her entire weight.
She knows her gaze on (Y/N) wasn't so subtle, but everyone was looking at her, so what's the point?
(Y/N) shuts her locker close. And for some reason- maybe it was fate, or maybe Hermione was staring so fucking hard that (Y/N) could feel it- their eyes immediately met.
The taller's eyes scanned her, and they pause at Hermione's cream sweater. Hermione realized what had made her contemplate out of the blue.
It was Hermione's favourite cream sweater. (Y/N) would often match it with her coffee brown one, especially when they went on little dates.
(Y/N) had an unreadable expression since her arrival.
But Hermione knows.
She notices the slightest tug of her lips, the slight enlargement of her pupils, the subtle twinkle. And all of it makes Hermione nearly lose her remaining balance.
But it's short lived, because (Y/N) turns away and doesn't look back.
