"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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"Don't ignore me like I'm some stranger."
Hermione spoke as the backyard finally cleared off. She has her arms crossed over her chest and she laughs, trying to hide the fact that she's begging.
"I'm not ignoring you." (Y/N) grumbled as she settled herself on the grass, head aching from the alcohol in her system.
Hermione sighs in defeat and for some reason, she decides to sit next to the jock, smoothing over her sundress as she plopped herself on the grass. (Y/N) doesn't seem to mind, she's looking up at the night sky.
People would ask Hermione who she loved, and she'd think about (Y/N), (Y/N) and (Y/N).
And she would answer with "No one."
"Do they even allow same sex marriage?"
(Y/N) laughs and she can't help but adore the adorable pout on the brunettes freckled face.
"The preacher may never marry us and my mom may never know you, but J can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars. And if that isn't marriage, I'm not sure what else God is looking for."
"I'm moving back, by the way."
(Y/N) hums and Hermione's frozen in her place.
"I just think it's for the better. For me and Kayden." she went on, still looking up at the stars while Hermione gazed at her.
(Y/N) would always look up at the sky, like it's the only thing she's ever known; running. The brunette would always gaze at her as she did so, silently wishing that she'd ground herself.
Hermione's silent.
Fuck it. She might as well go all out, right?
"I wish you would message me, you know. I'm still your bestfriend even after everything. I wish you would ask me how I am, what I'm doing or how I've been."
(Y/N)'s ears perk up as the brunette begins to let it all out. Hermione brings her knees to her chest and she rests her chin on it, averting her eyes to the pool a few feet away from them.
"It hurts to think that I probably don't go through your mind at all. You never leave mine."
I think about you every minute.
"I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you."
(Y/N) can't help but grin as Hermione's arms snaked around her neck. Everything feels so soft and warm when she's around the brunette.
"I think I like you a little too much." (Y/N) admitted as she looked down at the shorter girl. "Do you like m—"
Hermione pulls her down by her neck and kisses her hard, answering her question for her.
"I prayed for you on nights that I didn't even pray for myself."
I pray for us.
"You didn't even tell me why. Yet I still welcome you back even after everything, and I think I always will because you're the only thing I've ever known and the only thing I want to know, (Y/N)."
There's a quiet sniffle, and it's a straight gunshot to (Y/N)'s heart. Hermione sounds so vulnerable and it's killing her.
"Was I too much? Was it hard to love me? Or was it easier to let go?"
(Y/N) stops looking up at the sky, and she looks at Hermione, who lifts her head up to face the jock. The moonlight is hitting her and her tears are shining on her freckled face, some more swarming in her weak honey brown eyes that lost all of their glow.
She's sixteen again in her freshman year, all in love with her bestfriend
Fuck, I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Why can't I say it?
"Please remember this," Hermione spoke out, her voice weak and vulnerable. "There was a love and it was ours, (Y/N)."
"It was ours and it was everything to us at one point."
Hermione lets out a shaky breath and wipes away her tears.
