𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚.

pansy parkinson.
too many thoughts did hermione waste on that name this summer.
even as fall slowly returned, the name still didn't seem to leave her mind.

yes, pansy parkinson was something.
she may looks like an angel, but oh, with her comes fire.
she was a curse in disguise, which nobody dared to speak out loud and hermione found herself spending too much time thinking about daring it.
the gryffindor couldn't put her finger on it, she didn't know why the slytherin queen haunted in her head.
the last time they saw each other was on the platform 9 3/4, but only for a split second.
no, what really didn't make sense to the so called 'brightest witch of her age' was their last conversation;

"happy birthday, granger."
parkinson whispered calmly.
"what?"
"today's your birthday, isn't it?"
hermione nodded, then mumbled a quiet "thank you."
"you know, even it's your birthday, i want to make a wish," the black haired girl said slowly, not trusting her voice,
"i wanna see you again sometime... hermione."
and with that, she was gone.

she needed to stop breaking her head about this.
now, that she repeated the scene so often, she wasn't even sure, if she wasn't just imagining things.
sighing, the brunette looked out of the window of the little cafe she was currently into.
the clouds got darker every second and within a minute, the first raindrops made their way to the ground, leaving calming sounds.
a steaming cup of vanilla coffee with extra whipped cream was placed in front of her,
"thanks." she smiled shyly, without looking up.

the hot porcelain warmed her cold fingers nicely and the witch welcomed the satisfying feeling.
hermione tried to focus on her notes and books again, that were spread across the marbled table. she stopped paying attention half an hour ago, when her mind wandered back to the slytherin witch once again.
you know, she actually came here to have some peace from the busy street outside her apartment. the traffic was driving her crazy, as well as the classic music her neighbours played loudly.
and yes, except the pouring rain and the working coffee machines, it was indeed quiet. but the whispering of the slytherins soft voice was louder than any other sound she ever heard.
the gryffindor flipped the page a third time, hoping she could finally concentrate on the written words that seemed to vanish in front of her chocolate brown eyes.
hermione granger was, for the probably first time in her life, bored of a book.

the doorbell rang silently in the background, unnoticed by the brunette witch.
"hey, i want a uhm, caramel latte with sprinkles on top please."
hermiones eyes widened.
no, this voice... she swore, was going insane.
slowly, she turned her head, afraid of what she might saw.
there she was.
standing there, waiting patiently for her order. her figure hidden by a big, grey hoodie, her short, black hair messed up from the rain, yet just as beautiful as she remembered.
pansy parkinson.