Last Moments With You - HERMIONE

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Third Person P.O.V:

June 19th, 2019

Hermione had left a little over an hour at this point, and Y/n was now downstairs cleaning up the living area.

The boys were coming over to her house for the day, she had suggested as a way for them to all get to know one another better.

However, she couldn't shake off the feeling that this idea didn't sit well with Hermione. It wasn't because of Harry, of course, but rather Ron who seemed to be the issue. Hermione's obvious annoyance towards him was hard to miss, and it didn't take a genius to sense the tension between them.

Harry, poor Harry, was caught in the middle like a child of divorced parents. He cared for both Ron and Hermione deeply, but he was definitely more inclined towards supporting his "dad," Ron. Yet, he also felt the need to please his "mom," Hermione.

As Y/n busied herself in the kitchen, preparing bowls of snacks and drinks to place on the coffee table, she couldn't help but worry about how this gathering would turn out. She promised herself that she would be kind to Ron, as long as he remained civil. Y/n didn't want to embarrass Hermione in front of her friends, but couldn't ignore the growing resentment she felt towards Ron.

He was a past lover, and he was very much still bitter about his and Hermione's break up. Y/n wondered what happened, but soon shook it off.

Finally, when everything was set up, she sat down on the couch, admiring her handy work in arranging the front room with all the provisions they would need for a lazy day.

But as she settled down, she noticed her heavy breathing and the rapid pounding of her heart. A wave of anxiety washed over Y/n, causing a soft twinge of pain to shoot through her temples.

She sighed, realizing that these episodes were occurring more frequently. Y/n knew she needed to take care of herself, so she got up with a sluggish feeling weighing her down and made her way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she reached for a couple of aspirin to ease her growing discomfort.

As Y/n looked at her reflection, a nagging thought crossed her mind.

Was I beginning to look sick?

The dark circles under her eyes seemed more pronounced as the days went on, her complexion paler than usual. She couldn't help but worry about her health, wondering if these symptoms were merely side effects or something more serious...something that had been a long time coming.

At this moment, as Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability.

Her train of thought came to an abrupt halt when the familiar sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house.

With a soft exhale to calm her racing thoughts, Y/n swiftly made her way down the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the hallway. Each step seemed to quicken her pulse, anticipation building up within her as she reached for the doorknob.

As she swung the door open, she was greeted by the sight of Hermione standing on the doorstep, a warm smile adorning her face.

In an instant, Y/n's worries melted away, replaced by a rush of warmth and comfort. The boys, who had accompanied Hermione, offered polite greetings as they entered the living room.

Without wasting a moment, Hermione closed the distance between them, her hands finding their place on Y/n's face, cradling it gently.

Their eyes locked, and an unspoken affection passed between them as their lips met, a sweet and tender kiss that spoke volumes of their love.