𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚.

hermione granger found herself too often at the little corner of the oh so well known cafe.

she hadn't stepped in it for six months and was now craving to take a look into it.

as she felt herself walking closer to the entrance, flashes of memories crossed her clouded mind.

shaky hands and uneven heartbeat.

one more time.

she was hit with the smells of coffee and chocolate as soon as she opened the damn door.

and everything looked the same.
the working machines, the marbeled tables, the clock still ticking silently in the background. yet, she couldn't ignore the feeling of something unfamiliar flying through the air.

she must have looked like an idiot, standing in the open door frame for a minute, letting in the warm july breeze, just taking in the picture in front of her.

collecting her thoughts, the witch took a seat in the back corner, making sure she'd never sat on that place before, as she observed her surroundings in a haze.

one more time.

the brunette was sure she was under a spell, she couldn't explain her actions otherwise.

it was quiet. not one sound easing the tension. not one thing to distract her, to occupy the mess in her head.

watching the barista taking orders and delivering cups of various drinks to unknown people.

and then the scent of caramel punched her in the gut like a deadly weapon.

this wasn't right. but then again, she never did the right things, did she?

she closed her eyes, panic slowly fading into numbness.

one more time. just one more time.

hermiones brain was playing tricks to her, convincing her that this was a thing she needed to do.

she danced around the fact that this will be the absolute death to her.

but that's all she ever did, right? dancing around the things she should have said but never did, doing it with such a confidence like a choreography.

she was pretentious, stupid to believe that this would be the last time.

but just one more time.

a broken breath left her chapped lips, that she didn't noticed she was holding.

six months had been a long time and it felt like she was holding her breath all along, not once filling her lungs, just letting the intoxicating weight crash on her with such a force, it made her dizzy.

the cup of hot chocolate, she totally forgot she ordered was placed in front of her.

and she only stared. glancing down, seeing the brown liquid mixing with white cream.

she didn't dare to look at the clock on the wall, but her body had a mind of it's own once again, as her eyes lifted up.

18:55

one more time.

her hands gripped the hot porcelain ans slowly, as if she was going to break, she took a sip, letting the drink burn her throat.

the ticking of said clock got louder and louder every second that passed.

18:57

fuck. she now damned herself for it.
the rational part of her screamed and protested.

18:59

it wasn't too late, she could just stand up and leave, locking herself up again, continuing to dance around reality.

but she was glued to the leather of her seat. not one muscle moving, not one limb twitching.

just one more time.

and then it hit 19:00 o'clock.

and just on time, the heavy door opened.

the panic came back rising into hermiones body, sending goosebumps down her shoulders.

the presence of the other person felt so comforting and ice cold at the same moment, a silent curse put upon her.

black, shiny hair, piercing blue eyes, red lipstick staining her mouth.

a voice, hermione would never get out of her best daydreams and worst nightmares.

"hello granger."

one last time.

THE END.