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"Please, don't leave me!"
"I have to."
"Hermione actually listen to your heart, you love me."
"Ivy, you were nothing but a Summer love."
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Ivy Primrose Smith, the girl who was He...
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The girl giggled as the blanket above her wrinkled and wiggled from above her and she placed her hands under it to feel a head of soft hair just above her stomach placing soft butterfly kisses. "Hermione." She giggled and then a head popped up in front of her with a satisfied smirk.
"What? I was just trying to wake you up." She said truthfully with a mischievous grin spread across her face.
The other girl smiled and kissed her lips fully allowing Hermione to sigh in relief and she pulled away placing her forehead on hers.
"I love you." Hermione said not thinking fully as the other girl giggled.
"Mione, we've only been here for two months." She whispered and Hermione looked up with tears shining in her eyes, but she said nothing of it.
"I know, what's the day?" She asked and the girl thought about it for a moment.
"The thirteenth of July. Ooh, Friday the thirteenth sex." She muttered and flipped the girl over as Hermione gasped and squealed trying to move away from her with a smile.
"Ivy!" She yelled as the black haired woman was attacking her neck. "Stop, we really should be getting ready, and I should be..." she then lost her train of thought when she started going lower.
"You should be what?" She asked carefully and her lips still attached to her stomach.
"Gods." She cursed to herself and looked down to see her beautiful brown eyes watching over her. "Forget I said anything." She said breathlessly and Ivy smirked while going even lower.
"That's what I thought." She said and continued her assignment for a moment.
When they were lying on the bed gasping for air, Ivy looked over Hermione. "And by the way." She mumbled snuggling closer to the girl as she cradled her in her arms.
"I love you too." She whispered and Hermione felt her heart burst with excitement, until she remembered something.
Ron.
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Once the sun had risen over the pale blue ocean, the white cotton curtains started waving in the cool breeze and the brown haired girl opened her eyes to look over the scene. She smiled and took in a deep breath while sitting up and stretching.
"Hey, Hermione, today we can actually get out of bed and probably go run to get breakfast." She said and then looked over the other side of the bed to see her gone. Her little figure in the sheets was not there and Ivy's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Hermione!" She yelled and got up in her bra and panties looking in the bathroom to see not even the water was turned on. She bit the bottom of her lip while finding only her clothes in the floor. She picked up a baggy t-shirt from one of the nights they had thrown off, and walked around.
She walked down to the kitchen and saw a piece of parchment with a quill placed on it. She picked it up, feeling how rough the page was on her fingers and her eyes skimmed over it and every time she read more tears would shed.
'Ivy Smith,
Where can I start, or how should I say this? You are an amazing woman with so much talent, even if it means you're sometimes lazy and ignorant. But I have to go, and I'm so sorry that I had just left you, but you seemed too peaceful to even wake.
And don't come looking for me, don't try to find me. It was in our agreement, just a summer love. -Hermione Ganger'
Ivy placed her back on a wall and crumpled up the piece of paper. "Screw you Hermione Granger." She mumbled and placed her head on her knees feeling disgusted of herself and sobbed, having a flashback of that night.
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The club was steaming in the cold night as summer just set in Paris. Warm bodies were grinding against one another, strangers were kissing and groping each other, and Hermione was just watching.
She was swirling her straw in her drink, not knowing what to do. She looked back over the dance floor and she sighed. That was before a woman with dark brown hair sat in the seat next to her and she smiled slyly. "What are you doing?" She asked and Hermione jumped and spilled some off her drink in the girl as she looked at it.
"I'm so sorry! You just scared me." She stated and held a hand to her chest. The girl chuckled as Hermione started cleaning the mess on the girls stomach.
"It's fine, I've already had twelve drinks spilt on me." She said and the brunette stopped with a blush covering her cheeks.
"Again, I'm sorry." She mumbled and the girl looked over her outfit.
"So you get all dolled up, and you're not even going to dance once?" She asked and Hermione looked down embarrassed.
"Yeah, it just doesn't look fun." She stated and the girl smiled. She took her hand and pulled her off her bar stool.
"What are you doing?" She squeaked and the girl smiled while pulling her in the middle of the dance floor and placing her hands on her hips.
"Dancing. You say that it doesn't look fun, but I'm going to show you that it is." She told her and started shaking her hips.
Hermione allowed her to turn around and grind her hips into hers. She then slowly started dancing as well and the girl laughed. "Is it fun?" She asked in a mocking tone.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, I guess it is." She muttered and the girl smiled.
"I'm Ivy, by the way, Ivy Smith." She said and Hermione smiled.
"Hermione Granger." She stated and the two girls hit it off from there.
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Ivy looked down at her hands and then got up to look into a mirror. "I'm going to find you Hermione. If it's the last thing I do." She said and got ready to leave her home, to find her missing half.
