The Lost Souls

Ch 32// insensitivity meets vulnerability, or a git meets forgiveness

A/N: yeet it's been a while yeet yeet enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Warning: intense fangirling at the end, or fanboying... idk

"Wake up, Love. I've made us some breakfast"

Hermione barely stirred, but her eyes still opened, tiredly meeting the sparkling ones of her favorite person to exist.

"You made it yourself?"

"Well, I needed to ask Linny for some of the procedures, since Hinny was busy helping my father with some ministry work, but other than that it was all me and "Fantastic Meals & How To Make Them" by Queenie Goldstein."

Hermione rubbed her eyes and saw quite the sight. Pancakes, toast, biscuits, fruit, and, her favorite drink, orange juice.

"Pansy... this is wonderful! Oh, you didn't have to do this"

"But I did," stated Pansy. "You know why?"

The brunette smiled at the taller girl before her, behind the tray of glorious food.

"Why?"

The noirette looked to her significant other, hands on the edge of the bed, and leaned towards her.

"Because..." their noses touched, Pansy smiled, and she filled in the gap with a soft kiss.

Hermione felt warmth from the touch, something of a safe and peaceful sensation that she never received in her household.

"I love you" the girl finished her sentence when they pulled apart.

She pushed herself up from hovering over the food, wanting to enjoy the peaceful morning with the girl of her dreams beside her.

"Well, that's fortunate, because I think love you too"

The way Hermione phrased it was not to question. It was quite obvious that it was due to the lack of affection she received for the past several years.

"I think we should eat before my homemade masterpiece gets cold," Pansy grinned, moving to sit next to her best friend.

The bushy-haired girl cut the pancake on the top of the stack, wondering if it would taste as good as it looked.

Her smile that lit up the room afterwards brought a worrying thought to the other Slytherin.

"I was hoping that, after breakfast, we can go to the library or do something else fun. What do you think?"

It was easy to read the anxious hope between the lines. For a bookworm, it was hard not to notice.

"What's going on? Did something happen?"

Pansy was not sure how she figured out how something was off that quickly. She was nothing close to a bookaholic like the other girl.

"No, nothing happened. Not really. It's just..."

As she trailed off, Hermione rose an eyebrow waiting for an answer.

"Just...?"

The raven-haired girl rose her own eyebrows in return, except in a mix of worry and fear, before she gave in.