"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!"
The cheerleader pauses her cheer routine as Harry, the school's football team's captain runs up to her from across the field.
"It's been like 20 minutes since (Y/N)'s supposed to be here." he huffed with a frustrated look on his face. "I know this is alot to ask for but she only listens to you, alright? And we have a big game coming so I would really appreciate it if you just—"
"Fine." sighed Hermione. She rolls her eyes sarcastically with a small smile as Harry thanks her.
She excuses herself from her cheer team and walks to her car. (Y/N)'s house is just a short drive away, but she still blasts her playlist. She hums a tune as she drives what feels like memory lane.
(Y/N) lives in a rather secure and remote area, so it leaves Hermione with an empty road, and a head full of thoughts along with a heart longing to love one certain person.
"Eyes on the road, captain."
"How can I when you're right here?" (Y/N) frowned in a joking manner. Hermione's giggles erupt and the jock can't help but smile at what sounds like the sweetest tune to her ears.
Hermione intertwines her hand with (Y/N)'s and guides it to her bare thigh. The cheerleader hums in content and flutters her eyes close as the jock traces random shapes on her thigh.
She reaches her destination and gets out of her car. She walks up to (Y/N)'s front door and knocks.
"Hermione!"
Hermione's suddenly being pulled down to a tiny yet strong embrace. Her expression's surprised until it shifts to a gentle one as she locks eyes with a tinier and more childish version of (Y/N).
"I missed you so much!" Kayden, (Y/N)'s seven year old brother grinned brightly as he pressed an excited kiss on Hermione's cheek.
"I missed you too, buddy." Hermione giggles as she allows the little boy to pepper excited kisses all over her face. "Hey, is your sister around? Her captain's going to kick her out of the team if she misses any more practice."
"But my sister says she's the best and Uncle Harry would rather break up with Auntie Ginny than kick her off the team."
"Uncle?" repeated Hermione with an amused smile. Little Kayden smiles brightly.
"Yeah! Cause, you know, you and my sister are inlove. Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny are inlove as well and they're your bestfriends."
Hermione tilts her head in slight confusion, questioning the boys' logic. "Your sister and I aren't inlove." she smiled gently, laughing when Kayden shook his head furiously to disagree. "What make you think we are?"
"Because she talks about you to me. And she says she's a lady magnet so—"
"Woah there, buddy." (Y/N) covered little Kayden's mouth with her hand, muffling all his words. "Go play a bit on your playstation then do homework straight away, alright?"
Kayden nods obediently and runs upstairs to his room. Hermione coughs and she suddenly feels flustered. Because (Y/N) is in black pants and an office shirt, a tie hanging loosely around her neck.
And she's awfully attractive, it's not a good thing for Hermione's poor heart.
"Since when did you get to tell people to study?" Hermione speaks in a pitch higher due to her flustered state.
(Y/N), who was watching Kayden go up the stairs, turns her head to face Hermione. And God, Hermione prays, if you're really there, please struck her with lightning before she does something stupid on the spot.
Like perhaps pull the collar of this too-good-looking-for-her-own-good-pathetic excuse of a very hot jock and violently make out with her, enough to make up for the last two years at the very least.
"I learned from the best." (Y/N) shrugs as she turns her attention back onto attempting to do her tie properly, after failing for the umpteenth time.
But suddenly Hermione's hands are on her tie and collar, her own dropping to her sides as she just let the cheerleader do whatever. (Y/N) gazes down at the artist, who's far too concentrated on her tie anyway.
Hermione's awfully pretty, it hurts (Y/N) to the core at times. She's in her cheerleader uniform and it unlocks a thousand memories; from (Y/N) watching Hermione jump in excitement when she first received it, to (Y/N) taking it off her after a big win for their team.
But (Y/N) falls deep into Hermione's natural eye color— a sweet honey brown. Call her Pooh Bear because she wants nothing to do but dive in them, allow herself to be engulfed in its sweetness.
"Are you sure you're not trying to get another jock partner with this outfit, Granger?" (Y/N) teased with an all knowing smirk.
"Just you." Hermione replies in barely a murmur, quite absent-minded. "Are you sure you're not trying to seduce every girl in your way with this outfit?"
Hermione finishes the tie neatly and soothes the small wrinkles on the office shirt. When she looks up, she notices there's a few new eyebags on the taller's eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"What's wrong?" Hermione questioned with a small frown, and she's subconsciously rubbing the back of (Y/N)'s nape. "Talk to me."
(Y/N) just shakes her head in a dismissive manner, saying it was okay. "My grandfather's retiring soon. The company will be in my hands."
Oh. Hermione sometimes forgets that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is filthy rich. As in her family owns atleast 6 multi-million dollar companies. (Y/N) doesn't seem to be too happy about it. In fact, she looks like she's fuming.
"You know one of the only reasons that I had to move in the first place was because of this stupid company?" (Y/N) lets out with an annoyed huff.
Huh?
"I thought... I thought you genuinely wanted to study there?"
(Y/N) looks at her as if her answer's obvious.
"Tell me, Granger. In what lifetime or universe would I choose to leave you? With my own free will?"
(Y/N) looks away and rolls up her sleeves. "I have to go. Feel free to stay with Kayden. Little kid misses you anyway."
She walks past the artist as if Hermione isn't internally screaming, her heart's palpitating and she thinks she might go into a cardiac arrest.
