𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

jealous rages┃h‣granger

FEMALE POV:

immortals
|fall out boys|

warning: heated and then a not so heated ending

You stare up at the castle, giggling. "I can't believe it's been ten years since I've graduated." You bite your lower lip before squandering into the front gates.

You're greeted with music, and a long line of people.

Your hands begin to grow sweaty as an arm links with yours. You look up to see a pair of familiar eyes. "Are you ready?"

You give a quick nod, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly nervous.

This is the first time you'd be seeing Hermione in years. And hell, you thought you'd be over her by now- but the invitation sprung some unexpected feelings.

The two of you had a fling throughout your years at Hogwarts, but let it slip when both of you parted ways. It was supposed to be no strings attached, but you had fallen head over heels for her. However, the brightest witch of her age was unreachable.

She stumbled her way through a line of crushes, making you entirely jealous- but she always found her place next to you no matter what.

Now, it was your turn to make heads turn.

Her letter came with two invitations and a hand written letter, still smelling heavily of her perfume.

Her writing was familiar, and she still held a flirtatious yet kind tone, despite the years of being deprived. Hermione had always been full of mixed signals.

I hope you'll be able to make it, I'd love to catch up with you, y/n. And here's an extra invitation in case you feel the need to bring someone special. ♥

Gianna quickly stays in stride with you, leaning forward to whisper. "We are working on Hermione Granger, right?"

You echo her smile with a nod, "she's the one."

"Don't worry, I know she'll fall exactly into your hands." You listen to her soft words, licking your lips.

"Nothing to dramatic, I hope." You glance down at your shoes, your cheeks flaring at the thought of Hermione becoming the jealous one.

"Of course not."

You'd quickly hatched a plan with one of the willing women you've worked with, notorious for her match making skills- and this one includes jealousy.

You straighten your dress once more before being delighted down the Great Hall.

As you approach the doors you can hear her voice, greeting everyone as she should. "It's been ages, how are you?" Hermione exclaims before bringing someone into a quick hug.

"Welcome, it's great to see you."

"Head on inside, everyone's there." Her laugh delights you as you keep your composure strong.

Gianna steps forward first, keeping a light grip on your arm- the two of you are next to enter the hall.

"Y/n," your name rolls off her lips and you feel yourself falling just as quickly as you had when you were fifteen.

And for just that second she's frozen. She's not entirely sure if she should shake your hand or offer a hug.

You tilt your head up with a teetering smile and hold out your hand. "It's been years- you still look the same."

Her dark eyes flicker from you to Gianna, taking in her every movement.

"How rude of me. Gianna, this is Hermione Granger- a former classmate of mine. Hermione, this is my plus one." Gianna extends her hand with a delightful smile.