The Lost Souls

Ch 31// When Will You See The World From My Shoes?

"Dammit," a voice muttered in the depths of the Granger household.

Hermione saw her mother on a couch that must have been moved while she was in her fifth year at Hogwarts.

An eery silence filled the girl's ears as she made her way closer to the adult who ruined her life at a young age.

"Filthy little brat," the voice continued to mutter.

A cluster of cans filled the ears of the two teenagers and the house-elf.

"That little witch never learns," that voice had continued, but another word was used instead of "witch."

Finally, Hermione stepped out of the shadows and faced the cruel-natured man who abused her long enough to traumatize her mindset.

"Speak of the devil," he said in a normal voice at the sight of her. "What do you want?"

"I just came to pick up my things and say goodbye," the girl spoke with nerves spiraling everywhere throughout her body.

"Did Christmas come early?"

His husky laugh that followed made her stomach churn and she almost puked out the contents inside her intestines.

His breath was reeling with alcohol, like usual.

"Goodbye, mum" she ignored him, turning to her mother that seemed to be in a trance as she looked at the wall.

Hermione walked up to her mother's seemingly-lifeless body and hugged her for as long as she could bare to.

Finally, she pulled apart from the one-sided hug, and went up to the jerk who had the courtesy of being her abuser for a good majority of her life.

"Goodbye, Michael"

"That's "father" to you, you chucking rotten little pipsqueak," he sassed at her, using another word in place of "chucking."

"Not as long as I am moving out and never see you again"

"Go to hell"

"That's what I'm trying to leave," she smiled before turning on her heel and heading out of the room.

Pansy had hid in the shadows as it went down, and she couldn't be more proud of her best friend and also girlfriend.

"You did it, I told you you'd do it," she said once she left the room.

"Thank you, Pansy" she hugged her tightly.

"For what? You did all of that yourself, and I'm so greatly impressed"

"For everything ever, for being here for me" Hermione took in the scent of that moment, the alcohol from her "father" and the forestry of her girlfriend's hair.

"Of course, love. I'd never want to be without you," Pansy smiled, hugging her with as much force in return.

The slow, clumsy footsteps approaching them interrupted the comforting moment, making them pull away from the hug and look at the drunk man Hermione legally had as a father.

"What the muck is this? Some reunion? Get the muck out of my house, you little ship," he cussed, a slightly different word in place of "ship" and "muck."

"Don't worry, my girlfriend and I were just leaving," Hermione excused so politely, leaving the man before them stunned as the girls shared a small kiss, held on to Hinny, and left the household and returned to Parkinson Manor.

"That was so mucking amazing, 'Mione"

Pansy kissed her girlfriend hard on the lips, ecstatic about what she'd just witnessed.

"Not as much as you are" Hermione argued with a chuckle, standing on her toes to press her own nose against Pansy's. The noirette gave her a big smile, and she picked the smaller girl up in her arms.

Hermione's legs wrapped around her as if it were an instinct, and she held on to Pansy tightly.

"How about we find ourselves some alone time in my room?"

"Sounds wonderful" Hermione smiled at the beautiful girl before her.

Once they got to her room, they indeed had a wonderful time. They made a pillow fort, talked nonsense, cuddled, played a muggle game of "Would You Rather?", and even read to each other. There were kisses here and there... and some more.

They loved it. They were in a haven, their safe place, with each other.

If only it could've lasted forever.

A/N: yeet