Twisted

When you lose your best friend, it's a heartbreak that can never be healed. At least that's what Hermione thought. Hogwarts reopened after the battle, welcoming every young wizard-all except one.

Harry Potter.

A few months of her school year was spent with a pain in her chest that just wouldn't leave, but then a blonde Slytherin with a scowl asks if she would tutor him.

Twice a week she meets him.

Twice a week she feels like she is okay again.

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Hermione took a glance behind her to check for any watching eyes before she snuck into the deserted church through a door that had been left open for her. The musty smell in the air hit her hard. Her toes danced on the wooden floor as she balanced herself to be as quiet as a mouse. The only thing Hermione could hear was her own heartbeat; and she wondered to herself if she was the only person there. Perhaps he hadn't shown.

But there he sat, as beautiful as ever.

In the middle of the dirty, rotting church, sat the man Hermione spent hours longing to see. He stuck out like a tiger in a deep, dark cave. A rainbow of colors painted his face as they shone through the tinted windows, as if God was showing off his most prized creation. Hermione had never seen such a view.

For once, he looked calm-not the usual raging storm that hid behind his stony eyes. Hermione felt if she moved enough to disturb him, the entire place was going fall down in front of her, taking him with it. She couldn't let that happen.

Still, his eyes flicked over to her. He studied her slowly, a lustful daze following soon behind his stare. As Hermione neared him, he licked his lips and murmured, "I've waited for you far longer than I've wanted to, Granger."