"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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(Y/N) is quite late, but nobody ever questions the young CEO. Her assistant, Hermione, is typing away on her computer, getting everything done when her phone suddenly rings.
It's Ginny. She picks it up and puts her on speaker.
"GIRL."
"God, you're loud." Hermione winces at the loud volume.
"You didn't tell me you went on a date with (Y/N), Hermione. You don't tell me things nowadays? My heart's wounded. I'm bleeding. Dead. Hurt."
"How did you even?.. Oh."
"Yes. Oh."
Hermione had taken pictures at the cute little cafe, it was her usual spot for her insta feed. She posted a cute picture of her in a coffee brown sweater, along with a milkshake and two straws.
While (Y/N) posted a picture of the cafe wall, the same milkshake in the middle, and you could see a coffee brown sleeve at the bottom corner. Everybody in school went bonkers and teased both of them relentlessly.
"It wasn't a date. We were just treating Kayden."
"Exactly. Like an old married couple in their 70's."
"I am hanging up."
"Bu-"
Beeeeep
Suddenly, the office door opens and Hermione watches the young CEO enter. Her eyebrows furrow at her slightly loose tie, a faint yet noticeable red lipstick stain on the side of her jaw.
And suddenly, Hermione's stomach drops to the floor and she feels sick. The fuck? Call her superman because she could literally laser a hole at someone's head with her glare.
"Morning." (Y/N) greeted as she took her place by her desk. She doesn't get a reply, so she looks up to meet the brunettes eyes. "Hermione?"
The brunettes eyes are furrowed and she's clutching her pen a little too hard. She scoffs and rolls her eyes before turning them back on her computer screen.
"What did I do?" (Y/N) is genuinely bewildered. "Could you atleast tell me so I can explain myself?"
"I thought we're to remain professional." Hermione replies nonchalantly, not even batting an eye at the CEO. She was always the petty one in arguments, especially if she was jealous.
(Y/N)'s eyebrows lift in shock at the response. "If that's how you want it, Granger." she sighs and turns her attention to her work.
(Y/N) and Hermione would often steal glances eachother every once in while, and catch each other's eyes before looking back down quickly, a small grin on their features. But (Y/N) didn't spare her a look after that. Of course, Hermione knows that she's being a petty bitch but eh.
: hermione
guys (Y/N)'s not giving me attention :((
ginny :
violently makeout with her
harry :
what did u do this time
pansy :
strip on the spot and she'll propose
: hermione
what the fuck
"I'm going for my lunch break. Do you want anything?" queried Hermione as she got up from her office desk, looking at the CEO who won't spare her a glance.
(Y/N) doesn't reply, not even a hum or a glare. Hermione speaks up a little louder, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyebrows furrowed.
"(Y/N)."
Okay, Hermione's a littleeeee bit scary.
"No, I don't want anything." (Y/N) replied plainly. There's no anger in her tone, no sadness, no nothing. Just plain and monotone, and Hermione hates it.
She scoffs and leaves the office, making her way to the break room. Alot of the employees are murmuring and whispering to eachother. She spots Oliver Wood on one of the tables and sits next to him.
Of course, Oliver's always prepared to spill the tea on everything. "Chanel's Ambassador is here. Everyone's going crazy over her." he explained briefly while munching on his footlong sandwich from subway.
"Why?-"
"Hermione Granger?"
"Oh my god."
Oliver watches as a girl in a striking red dress approach Hermione, wearing Christian Louboutin heels and sunglasses, probably costing a few thousands. Her aura is deadly and everyone makes way for her.
"Can I help you?" Hermione looks genuinely bewildered.
"You're (Y/N)'s assistant, right?" the woman asks, and the brunette nods. "Ugh, Could you take me to her? The reception won't let me in unless I contact her personal assistant apparently."
"Business matter?"
The woman smiles, and it's not that friendly. "More or less."
Hermione stands up while smoothing over her pencil skirt. "Name, please?" she's just doing her job after all.
