"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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The sunlight directly hits Hermione, causing her face to scrunch up and let out a groan. Her bare waist feels oddly cold, so she runs a hand on the mattress where (Y/N)'s supposed to be.
Her hand pauses as realization hit her. She flutters her eyes open and feels an immediate stab at her heart. She sits up and looks at her bedside table, checking to see if (Y/N) bothered to leave a note, a glass of water, any fucking thing.
But there's nothing.
She smells pancakes. So she grabbed one of her oversized shirts and puts it on before rushing down to the kitchen.
"Hermione!- Hermione?-"
Mrs. Granger's face falls at the sight of a teary-eyed Hermione, startling her and worrying her. It's been awhile since she's seen her own daughter cry so vulnerably on front of her.
"Mom." Hermione spoke, her voice coming out weak and strangled. Her mother immediately coddled her, embracing her in a hug, brushing her hair gently.
Hermione lets out a sniffle as she cried in her mother's arms. It's like she's sixteen all over again, and crying to her own mother over her lover moving away and leaving her.
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When Hermione arrives to school, (Y/N) obviously ignores her piercing gaze, though she could physically feel the brunette burning a hole at the back of her head.
When their class together starts, (Y/N) doesn't bother to disagree with Hermione or even share her opinion. The brunette would look in her direction every once in a while.
Hermione's deeply hurt, but taking in (Y/N)'s features confuses her. Because the jock looks exhausted, there's dark circles under her eyes and her get up is messy.
She looks absent minded, barely focusing in class. It deepens Hermione's confusion because she knows just how much (Y/N) loved this class, and she highly respected Professor McGonagall, so she wouldn't just act this way if something wasn't troubling her. Hermione could hear the gears working in her head from across the room.
The bell rings and everyone heads off to their next class. But Hermione approaches (Y/N) at her desk, who's trying her best to ignore the very tiny yet bold brunette on front of her.
"Why did you do that?"
(Y/N) lets out an exasperated sigh and doesn't meet the brunette's eyes. "Do what?" really (Y/N)? Out of all the answers?
There's a pause then a sniffle, causing (Y/N)'s head to shoot up.
"Leave me again."
Hermione's determined voice fades to a weak one, her words getting stuck in her throat.
(Y/N) could physically feel her heart break at the sight. She couldn't fucking believe herself.
The jock stands up and grabs her bag, not meeting Hermione's eyes anymore. "I wanted to." she replied nonchalantly as she walked over to the door.
"No you fucking don't." Hermione shuts the door close and presses her back against it. There's tears running down her cheeks, but she looks up at the jock with a determined look, eyebrows furrow in confusion and anger.
"Hermione-"
"I know you don't just wake up one day and decide to treat me like shit." stated Hermione as she crossed her arms over her shoulder. (Y/N) could feel herself shrink under the brunettes furious gaze.
"Because I know you still care for me. It's written all over your face. So tell me the real reason, yeah?"
(Y/N) couldn't sleep that night. She spent most of the time sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Hermione, her thoughts all over the place as she watched the brunette sleep deeply.
It sends a thousand memories back and she feels the seams of her heart pick themselves little by little. The look that Hermione gave her- God, that look. It scared her shitless, she convinced herself that she had to be grounded before she did something stupid to hurt Hermione again.
Hermione's so pure and (Y/N) just can't.
"Last night scared me." (Y/N) confesses as she meets the brunettes bloodshot eyes. She decided for the truth, but didn't want to go into details.
But it's enough for Hermione, because she knows just how easily pressured the jock could get. So she sighs and nods her head in an understanding manner.
"I understand if you think of me as an asshole and I promise I won't get near you-"
"No. We'll start over again." Hermione shook her head immediately. (Y/N) looks surprised and confused at her proposal.
She waves a dismissive hand and looks away as her face flushes red.
"I'd rather have a bit of you than none of you. Again."
(Y/N) wants to jump off the nearest cliff. Hermione looks back and she has the softest smile.
And with that, (Y/N) knows that she could travel to a million lifetimes and never deserve Hermione in any of them.
Hermione extends her hand. "Friends?"
(Y/N) feels sixteen all over again.
"Friends."
They quietly wonder if they could do this right. This as in being just friends.
