"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! Focus for Godric's sake!" Cho Chang, the cheer captain groans as her pompoms fall back to her sides in exasperation. "What is up with you today?"
"Sorry, Cho." Hermione apologized. She could see Pansy smirking at her from her peripheral vision. She doesn't want to hear a word from her cheer mate.
"Hermione's just a teensy bit distracted." Ginny smirks in a teasing manner as she gave the brunette a look that Hermione's all too familiar with.
Hermione groans at her friends teasing remarks. She flutter her eyes close for a moment before shooting them open in a determined manner, but they betray her as a loud voice errupts yet again from the football field.
The team's football coach, Madam Hooch, is shouting and yelling at the players. It's quite funny seeing it from the sideline, imagine an old 5'3 ft woman yelling at a line of 6 ft players, scolding them one by one while they hung their head low.
Hermione truly is distracted.
(Y/N) is awfully attractive.
She's getting scolded by the 5'3 ft woman, she's looking down with her hands in her pockets, but she's wearing a grin. The sunlight is hitting her and her abs is on full display. (Y/N) shoots her head up and smiles at her coach who's yelling at her.
"(Y/L/N)—"
The corners of (Y/N)'s eyes crinkle due to her amused grin, and Madam Hooch pauses before laughing.
"Okay, you know what. I'm done with you lot, go take a break." she sighs with a smile on her face.
The team lets out a sigh of relief, some fell on the ground in complete exasperation, resting on the grass. (Y/N) makes her way to the shade by the benches, and a cheerleader approaches her with a towel.
"Hey."
"Hey."
(Y/N) sits down on the bench behind her. Hermione brings a towel to her forehead, drying off the sweat on the jock's forehead.
Hermione's completely focused on patting the towel on the jock. She completely misses the way (Y/N)'s eyes travel from her face and down to her figure.
"Cute fit." commented (Y/N) absent-mindedly.
Hermione's hand that's patting the towel pauses. She looks down at (Y/N), who's looking back at her with sparkling eyes. "I know, dumbass." she rolled her eyes.
(Y/N) snickers. "Big game tomorrow, huh? I might bring Kayden along."
"You should. He's your goodluck charm."
"Psst, I don't need luck on my side— ow ow ow—"
Hermione's pinching the jock's ear in a reprimanding manner. "Don't be arrogant." she said with an unimpressed frown.
"Wish me goodluck then?" (Y/N) shrugged.
"What do you mean?"
(Y/N) doesn't answer. So Hermione looks back down at her. The jock is staring absent-mindedly at her lips, and the brunette feels her heart skip a beat for the umpteenth time this week.
"Wish me goodluck." (Y/N) repeated as she looked up at Hermione in the eye. "You know, cause that's what friends do, right?"
Friends.
Right.
Hermione's contemplating her choices. But she already has both of her hands on either side of (Y/N)'s shoulders, her knee is already lifting itself up to rest on the bench, allowing her to lean down further.
It only takes a tilt of her head for their faces to be so close, their noses brushing against each other. (Y/N)'s lips are down on her lips, but Hermione's are on the jock's eyes.
(Y/N) never makes the first move, so Hermione knows that this is all on her. It's one hundred percent her own decision.
She's contemplating, but (Y/N) trails a hand up her bare thigh, just below her little skirt, and her thumb is brushing it in a comforting manner. She's contemplating, but (Y/N) smells too good and everything's so tempting.
Hermione doesn't get to contemplate further, because she's already closing the gap between them. Their eyes flutter close in unison, their lips meeting gently. (Y/N) lets out a small sigh of relief and Hermione knows that she just dug her own hole straight down to hell.
(Y/N)'s hand travel to the waistband of her skirt, she pulls it before letting it go with a snap against Hermione's skin, earning her a soft gasp from the brunette. She smiles against the kiss as she caressed Hermione's bare waist in a comforting manner.
A flash of yesterday's memory comes to Hermione's mind. And suddenly, she pulls away and moves down to (Y/N)'s jaw.
"Hermione—"
She latches her lips onto the side of (Y/N)'s jawline, right where the red lipstick stain was. She nips onto her skin and (Y/N) has to grip the brunette's waist to hold in her voice.
Hermione doesn't give a single care in the world as she bruised (Y/N)'s skin. She pulls away only when she finds the mark to be prominent, noticeable from afar.
"Was that part of the goodluck?" (Y/N) huffed.
"No. But it's a reminder."
"Reminder for what? Who?—"
Hermione backs away and gives the jock a wink before walking away.
