𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙘𝙝.１

hermione held her breath.
she didn't know what she was waiting for.
either parkinson would turn around and look her directly in the eyes, or she wouldn't even notice the gryffindor and leave again, like she never appeared.

she couldn't say which option she'd prefer, but she guessed she would figure it out in just a second.
the slytherin turned around and hermione quickly took her gaze from the girl, pretending like nothing happened.
"oh my-" the brunette heard a gasp before she dared to look in pansys direction.

the slytherin looked at her, a mix of every possible expression on her face. for a moment, hermione drowned in the others deep blue eyes, like an ocean she feared, she'd never make it out alive.
as for pansy, she melted in the dark brown colour of her opponents eyes, that looked at her like a scared doe.

the black haired girl unnecessarily cleared her throat, as if she was trying to win some time to think, but not a word left her lips.

hermione feared she'd suffocate on the words in her throat, if she didn't say anything.

this situation was so surreal.

countless nights had hermione spend on thinking about this moment.
hundreds of scenarios popped up in her head, made her nearly go nuts.
she imagined fighting scenes that ended up with throwing curses at each other, with her being labeled a mudblood.

after what seemed like half a lifetime, that they spend on looking at each other with disbelief, pansy broke the silence.

"well, i guess dreams come true."

and a moment later, it was quiet again. parkinson left.
leaving an even more confused hermione behind.

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the gryffindor was tossing and turning in her bed.

god, what was that slytherin girl thinking?
now after that scene in the café earlier, it seemed impossible to forget the raven girl.
yes, hermione admitted, she had a little obsession with the other girl.

the bookworm looked at her clock, that hung next to a bunch of pictures.

0:54

fighting against her last working brain cells, she crawled out of her bed, straight to her desk.
maybe it was the mix of tiredness and helplessness that made her that desperate to write a letter to the person, she couldn't get out of her head.

the gryffindor tied the message around her owls foot and opened the window, as she watched the bird fly into the dark night.

with a letter that was addressed to none other than
pansy parkinson.