"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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"Where are we going this time, Kay—"
Kayden's holding her hand and pulling her upstairs, jumping in excitement. "(Y/N)'s room! She has a bunch of legos that I wanna steal."
"Fair enough." Hermione nods with a laugh and finds it completely reasonable.
Kayden pushes the door to (Y/N)'s room, and suddenly Hermione's engulfed in the jock's familiar scent. The room looks just about the same, and it sends a wave of memories over Hermione's head, causing a storm in her heart.
The little version of (Y/N) is busy grabbing a bunch of lego minifigures from the white shelf by the corner, so Hermione takes the opportunity to walk around and observe.
(Y/N) has a large pinboard filled with polaroid pictures. There's a bunch of her and her original football team, Harry, Draco and others. Some with relatives that Hermione's familiar with. Some with her football team in Japan.
Hermione thinks it's normal for (Y/N) to have polaroids of her with other girls, but one face catches her eye. Because it's in more than a dozen other photographs.
She's wearing a cheerleading uniform. Hermione rolls her eyes, because the jock clearly has a type.
"Oh! That's Jennie!" Kayden exclaims, following Hermione's curious eyes. "She's always with (Y/N). I don't like her much. I feel like she's taking your spot." he frowned.
"Does (Y/N) like her, Kay?" Hermione asks calmly though she feels her eye twitching, and she wants to rip the photographs to shreds.
"What? Nuh-uh. She's in love with you, right?" Kayden looks genuinely upset. "And you're in love with her. And you guys live happily ever after. The end tadaaaa!"
Hermione smiles but she feels her heart drop to her stomach.
"Sometimes even love isn't enough, buddy. Tough world out there, even if you're a lady killer like your sister."
Kayden sulks and Hermione has to coddle him, though she feels like sulking as well.
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Shit.
(Y/N) checks her watch and it's nearly midnight. She had just walked out of her company's building, immediately rushing to her car, concerned and worried for her little brother Kayden.
She's basically half asleep and ate nothing but a dozen cup of coffees. What, she had to go through hours of discussing with a bunch of old men from Sony's Board of Directors.
Her body aches all over and she's fussing over what to cook for Kayden when she gets back home, knowing how picky the little boy could get.
Scratch that. When she gets back to her house. Because nothing feels like home anymore. Home's supposed to make her feel at ease, give her a warm and comforting embrace the moment she steps foot in. But nowhere feels like home whatsoever.
She reaches her driveway, gets out and slams her door shut. Her eyes and shoulders feel awfully heavy and she thinks she's a moment away from passing out.
(Y/N) wants nothing more but to crash on the nearest sofa, but she shrugs off her exhaustion. She needs to cook and help Kayden with his homework, he always comes before her in (Y/N)'s book.
"Kayden?"
(Y/N) calls out as she enters through the front door. She shuts it close from behind her as she takes her shoes off, seeing that the only lights opened were in kitchen.
Confused, she makes her way to it.
"Oh."
Hermione's head perks up at the sound of footsteps approaching. She was by the kitchen counter chopping something.
"I'm just making yours and Kayden's lunch for tomorrow, since you need extra sleep." Hermione explained before averting her attention back down onto the chopping board. "And don't worry tucked him into bed on time. I cooked some pasta for him earlier. There's leftovers for you as well."
(Y/N) is silent, because Hermione's just perfect.
Hermione looks up and takes off her apron before approaching the jock. "You look tired. I know you did well today." she comments as she stops right on front of (Y/N).
Due to their height difference, (Y/N) could smell Hermione's fresh shampoo and she feels at ease for some reason.
Her small hands make their way to (Y/N)'s collar, fixing it a tad bit before looking up at the jock with a gentle smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling, and it feels like a warm embrace. (Y/N) genuinely feels like she's in a daze, because Hermione's just so perfect.
