"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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Hermione doesn't attend school or cheer practice the next day, so (Y/N) decides to get to know a few of the new faces that were part of their group.
One of them being Cho Chang. Cho's great and she doesn't hide her interest for (Y/N). She's shy yet she's blunt with her intentions.
The black haired girl went for the most basic tactic in the getting with your crush 101— studying together at one's house. Which leads us to Cho looking around (Y/N)'s neat room.
"I didn't percieve you to be so...tidy. Though I'm glad that I'm proven wrong." spoke Cho with an approving nod and smile, shyly walking around the large room with small steps.
"A super hot athlete takes you to their bedroom and the first thing you think of is how tidy they are?" (Y/N) can't help but laugh. "Look, I don't wanna get into stereotypes, but that's very asian of you."
Cho laughs at (Y/N) before averting her eyes to her vast open closet. And when she looks away, the jock can't help but reminisce.
"We are cleaning today."
(Y/N) looks dumbfounded. "It's first week of summer vacation and the first thing you want to do with your hot girlfriend is clean together?"
Hermione holds up around 27 empty chocolate wrappers that were on (Y/N)'s study desk. "You're not getting any kisses from me if you don't grab the vacuum right now, (Y/L/N)."
"I love it when you command me around." (Y/N) snickers.
Hermione throws the 27 empty chocolate wrappers at (Y/N)'s snickering face, shaking her head though wearing an amused smile.
"This is so cute!"
(Y/N)'s pulled out of her thoughts by Cho's excited voice. She averts her attention to the girl, wearing a smile before it quickly faltered.
Cho was hugging one of the plushies that she stashed ontop of her closet, and her whole stomach drops.
"Put that back." (Y/N)'s voice comes out cold, taking the girl aback.
"But you look like itttt," Hermione pouted adorably as she hugged the panda plushie.
"Excuse me, I have rock hard abs—"
"It's just stuffed under its fur—"
"Granger—"
"But it's so cute and it reminds me of you—"
"Hermione—"
There's awkward silence and (Y/N)'s phone buzzes. She checks it and finds out from Ginny that Hermione was too sick today, explaining why the artist was absent.
"I'll drive you back home, just leave please."
...
Hermione's been rotting in her bed since morning. She lets out a sniffle and groans, feeling highly irritated. It was too hot around, yet too cold. Nothing was making her feel any better.
Until she smelled cookies.
Who doesn't heal instantly just from the aroma of freshly baked cookies?
She gets off her bed ( which shows just how much she loved cookies ) and heads downstairs to the kitchen.
"Mom—"
"Do I look that old?"
Hermione nearly shrieks when she finds (Y/N) in her kitchen, cleaning dishes by the sink. She cleans off the last measuring spoon that she used and wipes her hand on the cloth nearby.
(Y/N) looks at Hermione and her heart does stupid flips.
"...Is that my shirt?"
Hermione's face flushes an even deeper red. She waves a dismissive hand and looks away.
"You left some behind. I wear them sometimes." she admitted while shrugging nonchalantly though it was very chalant ( is that a word? i don't research when i write sorry )
"Ginny told me you were sick." (Y/N) changed the subject as she took off the apron that she was wearing. "I baked you some cookies. They're your remedy, no? Or has that changed too?"
There's a slight bitterness in (Y/N)'s gentle smile.
"I still love them..." I love anything that you offer me. "How'd you even get in?"
It's (Y/N)'s turn to blush lightly. "I still have your spare key."
Hermione thinks she might faint. It's probably because of the fever, right? She doesn't question (Y/N) further, though she wonders how the jock still remembers where everything is in the kitchen.
She feels like teasing her about it just a tad bit. But (Y/N) doesn't tease her over wearing her old shirt. So she decides to let it go.
And when they sit down to eat the cookies together, (Y/N) either genuinely doesn't notice, or pretends to not notice Hermione scooting closer to her on the couch after every passing minute.
And Hermione pretends like she doesn't notice (Y/N)'s hand traveling it's way to her thigh, a thumb brushing it in a comforting manner.
Because if they acknowledge it, it's not so just friends of them.
