Chapter 11 ~ TRUSTS TO MEND

Petrichor- Ignis Aurum Probat || Hermione x Slytherin! Fem! Reader.

Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled deeply, waiting for Scylla to catch up before both of them went to the great hall for dinner. 

The best friends ate silently as the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad boasted about busting the D.A and getting them into detention. 

“ Y/l/n, celebrate with us. You too, Vervain. What’s got you two so glum?” Blaise asked, noticing they were the only ones who weren’t joining in on their party. 

Y/n just smiled slightly, making some excuse about a headache to get Blaise off her head. 

Once his attention was diverted, Scylla spoke up,” Pink Toad is really testing the limits isn’t she?”  

Y/n jaws tensed, trying not to punish the poor cutlery in her hands,” When is she not, honestly.”

“Still, banning any issues of the Quibbler is just insane. And quite desperate.” 

Y/n hummed before something struck her. She smirked as Scylla brought that topic into light,” Then that means we are doing something right after all. If she’s getting desperate, that means she’s threatened…”

Scylla seemed to catch on her train of thought, a sly grin appearing on her face,”… and once she makes this ban, more people are going to believe Potter’s story since no one likes Umbridge to begin with at all.”

“Exactly” 

“Huh. How the tables have turned. And to think it’s her who’s bringing this upon herself.” Scylla chuckled under her breath,” So you going to tell Granger about this happy news?”

It seemed like Y/n had momentarily forgotten about the arrangement to meet her girlfriend, but no one could really blame her. Listening to Umbridge was guaranteed to fry most of your brain cells off. 

“Please don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Uhm…no of course not. I was just thinking about something else.” Y/n lied, quite terribly. Scylla just hummed in apprehension before letting it rest.

Later that night, near midnight the H/c girl sneaked out of her dormitory and left for the astronomy tower.

Once she reached the door, narrowly avoiding getting caught by Filch, she cast the silencing spell under her breath, before making her way up the tiny staircase. 

Upon seeing the brunette already present, she feared she might have been late,” Have you been waiting long?”

Hermione turned around, giving a small smile, eyes still distant thinking about something,” No. Just arrived.”

Quietly sighing in relief, the Slytherin walked up to her and tried to see what had the Gryffindor princess so riled up.

After a couple minutes of silence, her patience had worn thin,” Are we going to converse or just keep stargazing?” 

“ Stargazing seems pretty romantic, don’t you think?” Hermione slightly smiled before sighing,” but maybe that could wait for a while.” 

She sat down, patting the spot beside her for the other girl to sit as well before she began,” Are you mad I told them?” 

The (y/h/c) girl gave it a thought, analyzing what she felt before looking up,” I don’t think I’m mad. I am quite…surprised, for the lack of a better word. I thought you wanted to keep it to yourself for a bit longer, the last time we talked?” 

Hermione could see the questions swimming behind her girlfriend’s eyes and again felt guilty about the reason she had revealed their secret in the first place,” I-…well yes. I did.”

She gulped before averting her eyes towards the ceiling, not having the courage to look at the Slytherin who’s trust she had been slowly gaining,” I’m really sorry Y/n.” 

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and concern, her hand gently taking hold of the Gryffindor’s and squeezing it,” About what? What’s going on?” 

“ You had disappeared. I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t find you anywhere and even Scylla didn’t seem to know and then you lied to me about where you were going to and -”

“Princess, slow down” Y/n calmed the bookworm, trying to make sense of her ramble,” What are you getting at?” 

Hermione finally met her gaze before whispering,” I slipped up about our relationship because i was ..I was getting worried that you might’ve been the reason we got..caught” 

Her voice had died down by the time she finished her sentence and Y/n wouldn’t have even heard it entirely if it wasn’t for the pin-drop silence that surrounded them. 

Her hand slowly left the Gryffindor’s, processing what was just said,” You still don’t trust me…”

Hermione tried to desperately explain, not wanting to lose the Slytherin,” No! No, I don’t even know if I truly believed it but it just kept plag-”

Y/n held up her hand, not wanting to hear anything more . She took a deep breath, trying to stabilize her emotions before she got up to leave.

Hermione followed her till the door and grabbed her wrist,” Y/n listen! I really didn’t-”

“It still plagued you enough to slip, Hermione” Y/n finally said, her voice surprisingly calm,” It riled you up enough to get consumed by it. Doesn’t that say enough about the trust you have in me.” 

She turned around slightly,” I don’t think this” she gestured towards them,” will work if we didn’t even trust each other to a decent amount.”

Not being able to believe what the Slytherin was suggesting, she uttered the first thing that came to her mind,” Well, if you tried being a bit more honest, maybe I wouldn’t have such doubts!” 

Y/n silently gasped at the accusation before turning around to face the Gryffindor, eyes blazing,” I have been nothing but honest with you Granger!”

“Then why won’t you tell me where you have been!?” 

“Because I made a promise not to!” 

Hermione inhaled sharply,” Does that promise mean more to you than I do? Can’t you even trust me to keep a secret for you?” 

Y/n screwed her eyes shut, thinking her words through before replying,” I have more respect for the person I made this promise to. It is not trust, it’s about keeping my word. “ 

She opened her eyes, her gaze cold,” I told you I’d tell you when I could. I never refused.” 

She turned to leave again before stopping to say one last thing,” It would be better if we didn’t meet anymore. Goodnight, Princess.” 

 ***

 Y/n sat in front of the fireplace, eyes staring into the void as the memory of a couple hours ago kept playing in her head. 

It might’ve been around two in the morning but she couldn’t bring herself to fall asleep. It helped that they didn’t have any classes the next day, she could sleep in and avoid interacting with people.

Who was I trying to fool? This was never going to last. Nothing good ever does.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice she wasn’t the only one in the common room. 

His voice brought her out of her trance,” You sneaked out?” 

She looked behind her to find Blaise sitting at one of the desks in the room, finishing his assignment. She looked confused as to who he was addressing before her eyes fell on the frozen figure near the door. 

Scylla slowly turned towards him, eyes flitting to Y/n for a second before going back to him,” Uh……yes. As you can clearly see. Why ask the obvious?” 

Y/n and Scylla looked in apprehension at Blaise, who just stared right back at them before shrugging,” I don’t care what you’ve been up to , if that’s why you are worried. Pretty sure snogging someone. “

He smirked when he saw Scylla’s face change the slightest bit of red. He gathered his stuff and bid them goodnight in the next couple minutes.

Y/n went back to staring at the fire, avoiding Scylla’s eyes. 

That turned out to be a mistake seeing how her not meeting her best friend’s eyes only confirmed to Scylla that something was wrong.  

But Scylla didn’t approach her and continued towards her room. Y/n was quite surprised, having expected quite a nagging from the raven haired girl. 

And she wasn’t wrong, because in the next few minutes she was met with someone bumping something cold on her shoulder, jolting her out of her thoughts.

She turned around to find a bottle of firewhiskey being handed to her, Scylla bringing two glasses to fill for them both. 

After both of them had a filled glass in hand, Y/n looked at the girl in question.

Scylla rolled her eyes,” I have a couple bottles stacked in my trunk. Sneaked them from home.” she trained her eyes onto the (y/h/c) girl,” You look like you need it.” 

Y/n chuckled dryly before taking a huge sip, instantly gagging slightly. Scylla laughed,” You aren’t supposed to chug it, you git.”

Silence followed after, nothing much was said, just the clunks of glasses hitting the table being heard. 

“So are we just going to sit in silence and drink the night away?” Scylla asked, her words slurring just a tad bit. When she was met with a quiet but tired look from Y/n she continued,” not like i have any issues with that. We can totallyyyy just drink throughout  the night.”

She took it as a win when Y/n gave her the slightest bit of a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“We broke up.” 

It was whispered so faintly that Scylla didn’t catch it,” You better speak up if you expect me to hear it” 

“ We- I think we broke up.” 

It took Scylla an entirety of three whole minutes to actually process what was said,” I’m sorry but WHAT!?”

“Shush!!!” Y/n shushed her loudly,” You are going to get us caught. And I’m the prefect here, I’ll be in more trouble!”

Scylla took another sip, trying to steady herself before asking again,” You broke up?”

When Y/n just shrugged and continued drinking her alcohol, Scylla stood up and marched towards the door.

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“To give Granger a piece of my mind.”

Y/n sputtered out a bit of her drink,” It’s nearly three in the morning!” 

That seemed to stop the other Slytherin who took a moment to think things a bit more through before taking her seat back, not ceasing to grumble. Y/n bit her bottom lip,” And well…I was the one who broke up. How are you going to give her your piece of mind?” 

Scylla instantly turned towards her, speaking dangerously low,” You broke up with her?” 

She narrowed her eyes in anger when Y/n nodded,” If you are going to go on another spiel about this not working out because of your family, Merlin have mercy, I will kill you.” 

Y/n clicked her tongue as she turned back to the fireplace,” No, though I guess that would’ve happened soon enough.”

She turned around in annoyance when a cushion hit her head,” Well then don’t leave me suspense. Tell me what happened.” 

After finishing her glass, Y/n relented and told her about everything that had transpired in the Astronomy Tower. And she wouldn’t be wrong to conclude Scylla was angrier than she was in the beginning. 

“Wow! You haven’t told me where you were either and it’s not like I stopped trusting you because of that!” 

Y/n didn’t have much to say to that so she let Scylla grumble for a bit longer before trying to calm her down. 

It took a bit of convincing but Scylla finally relented and granted her best friend’s wish on not hunting down the Gryffindor and creating a scene. 

A somber atmosphere filled the Slytherin common room as the hours passed by.

They continued to drink for some more time before Scylla spoke up,” What do you think you want to do after this entire thing is finished and the upcoming war is over?” 

Y/n lethargically blinked,” That’s out of nowhere. First and foremost would be leaving my household.”

Both shared a quiet chuckle,” Yes, please”.

Y/n thought a bit more before answering,” I think I’d like to be a healer. Or an Auror. That would be cool.” 

“An auror would suit you, yeah” Scylla nodded before Y/n directed the question towards her,” Me? Hm. Honestly, I can’t see past the war for now. Probably because we were born at a time where war is all we’ve known in a way I guess…” 

“I wouldn’t blame you on that.” 

“I’m still hunting down Granger tomorrow”

“I know.” 

*** 

The next morning was less chaotic than Y/n had expected it to be. 

Somehow Scylla had resorted to only death-glaring the brunette instead of marching up to her and causing all of Hogwarts to know their business. Could’ve had something to do with Rae giving her some talk before breakfast, but whatever it was, she was thankful. 

The first class that morning was with Umbridge. Y/n regretted not bringing a flask of firewhiskey because she knew she could not handle the toad without punching someone, in the current state that she was in. 

Nevertheless, it seemed like the Weasley twins took the role of the firewhiskey because they definitely made her entire day with their pranks.

It was the most she had laughed in a while as she watched Umbridge stutter and stammer and utterly fail to control the firecrackers. 

She was also amongst the crowd of the students who were at the balcony, watching the twins fly away from the prison that Hogwarts had become.

Good for them… 

***

“You have some nerve coming up to me” Scylla snarked, eyes not wavering from the Gryffindor who couldn’t seem to hold the same eye contact. 

“I can’t believe you roped my girlfriend into this as well” Scylla went on when the brunette couldn’t seem to speak up,” The only reason I haven’t left yet is because I am curious about what prompted you to corner me in this classroom. So speak.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the tone used but chose not to comment on it,” I gather that Y/n has told you about what happened the other night.” 

Scylla didn’t answer and the brunette took that as an affirmation,” Was this some kind of a sick joke to her?” 

Hermione internally cursed herself for asking that when she saw Scylla’s eyes widen before blazing with something akin to anger,” If you are here to bloody shit on her, I suggest you stop right now before I do something that will make me end up in detention.” 

Scylla made a move to leave when Hermione spoke up again,” Wait!” She sighed,” If this was all serious and no joke, why won’t she trust me enough to let me know what’s going on?” 

Scylla turned back around and looked the Gryffindor up and down before answering,” If it wasn’t a joke to you, why won’t you trust her enough to let her keep secrets?” 

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow when Hermione fell silent. 

“You aren’t an authority she answers to Granger. Remember that.” 

“Do you know?” Hermione asked after a beat, just as Scylla was out the door of the classroom. The Slytherin stopped midway and her answer was a kick to Gryffindor’s gut.

” No. But I don’t abandon people for things they aren’t ready to tell”.

*** 

Y/n was about to leave McGonagall’s class when the said professor interrupted her,” Hope you continue to work hard Ms. Y/l/n. You’ve made really good progress and I would suggest you maintain and push forward”.

The glint in the professor’s eyes had more meaning than what was spoken out and Y/n was able to grasp that quite well.

“And please, do give yourself a sufficient amount of rest”. 

Y/n gave the older witch a weak smile, before making her way back to the dorms.

I wish it was that easy Professor… 

***

“Hermione, what’s up with Slytherin’s best friend glaring at you all week?” Ron asked as he stuffed his face with chicken. 

Harry scrunched up his face in disgust a little before looking at Hermione who seemed lost in her own world. He nudged her a little,” Hey, you good?”

Hermione startled awake, as if she was asleep this whole time and looked around,” Pardon?”

Ron furrowed his eyebrows and shared a look with Harry before reiterating his question again. 

Hermione stole a glance towards the Slytherin table before focusing her gaze on her dinner. 

She noticed the red rimmed eyes and eye bags under the Slytherin’s eyes, making her heart ache a little. 

Was she the cause of that?

She averts her eyes quickly when the Slytherin Prefect meets her eyes across the hall. 

She bites her tongue and chews on the inside of her mouth, contemplating on how to break the news to the boys about what had happened a week ago. 

“Hermione, what is it?” Harry asked, sensing the inner turmoil. Rom immediately jumped to the worst conclusions and became livid,” Did she betray you? Hurt you? Oh i’m going to kill that bi-”

“Ron, stop” Hermione finally uttered, eyes still not lifting up,” We had an argument, that’s all. Scylla probably doesn’t like the way I reacted to the situation. We mi-”

She stopped herself midway, deciding she can tell them her problems later and focus on what is more important,” Forget it, we have other things to discuss” .

Both the boys wanted to argue with her but her tone told them the decision was final. 

*** 

“Hey, Y/n where are you going now?” Scylla asked, Draco stopping mid-step as well,” We have patrolling duty, remember?” 

Y/n didn’t stop walking but still slowed her pace down,” Oh, I have to study. I’m running a bit behind on some of the assignments. Cover the shift for me please”

Before both the Slytherins could say anything else, the (y/h/c) girl was out of sight.

They just shrugged at each other before continuing on their way. 

***

Y/n rushed through the hallway to Umbridge’s office, one of the other Squad members having found her in the library, saying it was important and that Umbridge wanted all of them there. 

She opened the heavy door, panting lightly,” I apologize for the tardiness Headmistress” 

“Oh, it’s no problem. You are right on time actually. Make sure none of them move a muscle” Umbridge commanded in her high squeaky voice that always managed to grate on Y/n’s nerves.

That was when Y/n was able to take in the situation inside the room, which had just a bit too much pink for her liking. She could see why the meeting was suddenly so important. 

Her eyes fell on Harry who seemed bound to the chair with Umbridge taunting every single thing that the boy answered. 

Umbridge turned to her for a second,” What are you just standing there for? Get to work.” 

Y/n quickly got hold of the Gryffindor brunette beside her and held her hands tightly behind her back. She pulled the bookworm to the corner of the room, a little away from Umbridge and the rest of the squad but the room being tiny made that a bit of a challenging task.

“Get your hands off her, you bitch!” Ron shouted, struggling against Blaise’s hold.

“I’d watch what I say if I were you, Weasley” Y/n hissed.

Hermione did prove a lot stronger than she looked and Y/n had to do everything in her power to not accidentally hurt the Gryffindor witch while not letting go of her hold on her. After having tolerated a couple seconds, she stomped her foot on Hermione’s to effectively get her attention. 

“Stop struggling for a second and listen.” Y/n whispered. Hermione was about to protest but something in her told to comply,” I want you to stay still for sometime and let me think of a way to get you all out of this, alright?”

But before the Slytherin could even figure out an escape plan, Hermione yelled, “Stop!” 

Umbridge was a moment away from using the cruciatus curse but Hermione’s shout caught her attention right at the nick of time. 

“Hermione, no!” Harry yelled desperately.

“What are you doing Granger” Y/n hisses under her breath, her grip on Hermione’s arm tightening subconsciously but Hermione paid her no mind. 

“We have to…” 

“Well, tell me! I don’t have all day!” Umbridge exclaimed, looking at Hermione menacingly. 

The Gryffindor took a deep breath before answering,” We-We were trying to find Professor Dumbledore.”

Umbridge raised an eyebrow in interest,” Dumbledore you say…And child, why were you trying to contact the former headmaster?”

Scylla looked at Y/n in question as if asking her to somehow shut Hermione up but she was as clueless as anyone else in the room.

Hermione made a show of having an internal conflict as she answered,” Dumbledore asked us to make a weapon. We had to inform him that it’s ready…”

Umbridge grinned, a sinister glint appearing in her eyes. She looked around the room and cleared her throat,” You and Mr. Potter will lead me to this weapon. Immediately.”

The pink toad then turned to Draco and Y/n specifically,” Make sure no one leaves this room until we return.” 

As Y/n let Hermione go, she looked at the Gryffindor with uncertainty. The bookworm seemed to catch on and sent a quick glance towards the Slytherin, in hopes of reassuring the girl a bit. 

Y/n leaned back on the wall, looking at each and every occupant of the room properly and could clearly see the questions laced in Ginny and Ron’s faces as they looked back at her. 

She just sighed and closed her eyes for the time being.

***

Draco paced around the room, grinning with mischief and satisfaction,” I can’t wait until you Weasleys are expelled. You have been stinking this castle up way too much”

“Shut up” Ron growled and looked like he would’ve pounced on the Platinum blonde boy if it wasn’t for Blaise restraining him. 

Seeing how none of them could physically harm him, Draco went on,” You guys are just as bad as theMudbloods, blood traitors!” 

Y/n opened her eyes and narrowed them at her cousin in warning,” Draco.” 

Before Draco could continue, Hermione and Harry came through the door, panting. 

With no Umbitch behind them. 

And that’s when chaos erupted. 

Both the groups started fighting each other in any way they could, Luna kicked Gayle in the shins, Ginny punched Draco in his stomach and a lot more that just couldn’t be deciphered clearly. 

Y/n discreetly removed herself from the main fight and stood at the corner of the room. Her eye caught the fireplace before glancing at Potter’s group. 

The only way they could get to wherever they had to go was if the Squad wasn’t there. 

“Duratus Artus…” 

Suddenly, every Slytherin in the room froze in their spots. None could move any of their muscles except for their eyes. 

The other group looked around in confusion, freaked out by the sudden magic spell that seemed to only affect the Squad. 

But regardless of it, they decided to seize the moment and made their way to the fireplace. Though just before stepping in, Hermione stole one glance at the Slytherin prefect in the corner and couldn’t help the small knowing smile that grazed her face before getting engulfed by green flames.  

***

Y/n paced the hallways near Umbridge’s office. It helped that it was Slytherin’s night for patrol, so she could stay out without getting in too much trouble. 

But that was the last thing on her mind at that moment. 

“Your pacing isn’t going to make them come any faster” Scylla yawned as she got dizzy looking at her best friend,”Y/n sit down, you are going to give me a headache”.

But all words went to deaf ears.

Y/n was lost in her own world, arms crossed across her chest and eyes never being taken off the tiles. 

It was past four in the morning when Y/n heard something down the hall. She took out her wand and shook Scylla awake,” Wake up!”

“W-What, What!?” Scylla sputtered, eyes still half closed.

“There’s someone over there” Y/n whispered harshly, having her wand at-the-ready as she approached the noise, Scylla closing following behind. 

“It can’t be them, they would have had to cross the hallway we were in if they returned…right?” Y/n whispered, not really expecting a reply. 

Both of them hid behind the wall around the curve when they heard familiar voices. Their eyes widened before they turned the corner. 

“You’ve returned!” The Slytherin prefect exclaimed before running towards Hermione, engulfing her in a tight hug. The gryffindor was shocked for a second before squeezing back just as tight. 

They weren’t sure how long the hug lasted for but a clearing of the throat made them spring apart. Dumbledore looked at them amused before taking his departure. 

Scylla looked at Harry who looked like he had seen a ghost and approached him,” You alright there, Potter?” 

Harry absent mindedly nodded before Ron and Neville forced him towards the Gryffindor tower. 

Ginny turned back to look at Hermione in silent question to which she replied,” You go on ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.” 

“I’ll take my leave as well, I really need sleep” Scylla yawned before making her way to the Slytherin dungeons. 

The remaining girls looked at each other for a couple seconds before Y/n spoke up,” I should probably go to sleep as well.” 

Her face was back to being neutral but before she could turn her back Hermione stopped her,” Wait”

Y/n turned towards the brunette, tilting her head in question.

“You clearly have something that you want to spit out”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at the brunette, not liking the fact that someone could read her that well.  This was dangerous.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there?” Hermione prodded, crossing her arms across her chest. 

Y/n just stared for a silent minute before huffing,” Astronomy Tower. Now.”  She didn’t wait to see if the brunette followed but the footsteps that soon resonated against her own was indication enough. 

The walk to the tower had been a quiet one. Hermione’s confidence slowly withered in the silence she had to endure in the company of the Slytherin who somehow felt close yet unfamiliar. 

And having the voice in her head being the only audible company did nothing to ease her nerves about their relationship. If there was still something left of it.

The (Y/h/c) girl opened the door and looked at the brunette expectantly. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows for a second before understanding what that gesture meant.

“Right, sorry.” 

Y/n entered right after and locked the door behind her. Still with no verbal communication, she strode towards the balcony and stood beside the window, closing her eyes as a breeze brushed past her. 

Hermione took a moment and just let herself enjoy the view in front of her, trying not to give into the tears stinging at the back of her eyes as she remembered she might never see this again.

Feelthis again. 

When the Gryffindor finally got the courage to face her fate, the Slytherin prefect turned towards her.

She took a deep breath before hitting Hermione’s shoulder harshly. Hermione stumbled back in surprise but stopped short of whatever was bubbling up her throat when she noticed the tears glistening in Y/n eyes.

“Y/n-” 

“No! You don’t get to Y/n me right now.” Y/n inhaled sharply,” Tell me, where did you all sneak off to?”

Hermione stuttered, not expecting the tone the (y/h/n) girl used against her,” Uhm, uh, the ministry…”

“TheMINISTRY!?” Y/n’s eyes bulged out,” At this hour!? At this period of time with the Minister being cuckoo and Umbitch here,as part of the ministry!?”

Hermione didn’t get a chance to tell her side of the story before Y/n plunged into hysterics,” Are you fucking out of your mind, Hermione!? What were you thinking!? What could be so bloody important that you had to sneak off to the ministry FROM UMBITCH’S OFFICE!” 

“I-”

“You don’t know a bloody thing do you-”

” Y/n-”

“ Do you understand how dangerous that-” 

The Gryffindor finally lost her patience and grabbed the Slytherin by her shoulders, shaking her until she stopped rambling her head off. The sudden jerk seemed to pull the girl out of her spiral and take a moment to breathe.

Hermione took that opportunity to speak, reliving moments that she wished she could erase from her memory forever. 

The more she narrated, the more quiet the Slytherin prefect became, processing everything being thrown at her. 

“… We got ambushed. Lucius Malfoy and other death eaters. Bellatrix was there too…” 

Y/n couldn’t hold in the gasp this time,’ Lucius and Aunt Trixie were there…no…merlin, no….” She steadied herself against the wall, eyes unseeing anything in front of them. It seemed like the severity of the night had just sunk into her.

 Hermione paused, though she didn’t look up at the Slytherin. 

She didn’t have to, the tremors in the girl’s voice was enough to tell her there was more to unpack in that tiny phrase. Things that she lost the right to learn about the last time they were in the tower together. 

She wiped the stray tears away quickly, before the other prefect could notice them. She didn’t know if it was because of her guilt and ache for the Slytherin or because of everything that had transpired just a couple hours prior. 

“Yeah… the whole package huh, definitely took us by surprise” the Gryffindor chuckled weakly after a moment, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n looked up at the brunette, eyes looking a little more alive and gave a small nod. 

Hermione took that as a cue to continue and let out a shuddering breath,” …It was scary Y/n/n… We were chased and hunted like prey. And in the end we were caught” Her voice became quieter by the second,” all of us were gravely injured. I thought we were done for.”

Y/n could feel her heart become heavy as she listened on.

“If it-if it wasn’t for the Order….. None of us would be here right now.” 

Hermione turned towards the Slytherin, tears coating her cheeks as her lips trembled,” I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden apology but was soon answered.

“The moment when one of the death eaters had a wand to my neck, the only thought that struck out was how we left things. HowI left off things. And how i might never be able to apologize or let you know that i did not mean anything that i said that night, that i do trust you, that i-”

“Granger.”  Y/n  interrupted ,”I forgive you.” 

“You..do?” Hermione blinked in disbelief. 

Y/n sighed as she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes briefly,” Yeah. I won’t be able to forget it though. Or say that I wasn’t hurt. “ She looked at the brunette,” because I was. And I might not be able to trust you completely any time soon either, not when you have your own doubts which I don’t blame you for.” 

Before Hermione could completely lose the hope in her eyes, she continued,” But, I am ready to work through that with you, if you want.” 

It took Hermione a full second to process what was implied before she broke into something that sounded like a choked sob and exclamation at the same time.

 The Gryffindor cleared her throat, sniffling a little,” Yeah. I would love that.” 

Silence fell over them once again as they listened to the early morning chirping of birds before something struck Hermione. She looked pensively at the slytherin who had her eyes closed again.

“I can feel you staring, Princess.” 

Hermione bit her lip to hide the smile that threatened to creep up at hearing that god awful nickname again. Who knew she’d actually miss it. 

“What is it?” Y/n asked before she finally took in the injuries that coated the brunette’s body and pursed her lips,” We need to treat those first.” 

Hermione brushed her off,” Slight bruises, they don’t need immediate attention. But I wanted to ask. Are you now allowed to tell me what you were hiding?” 

Y/n stared at her for a while, as if her eyes were boring into her soul.

Without another word, the Slytherin stood up and walked towards the door. 

‘Did I step on a boundary already?’ Hermione chided herself before moving to stop the girl she just got back. 

But the slytherin stopped on her own and stood in the center of the room. She could feel the confusion emitting from the Gyffindor and proceeded not to delay it any further. 

Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 

Hermione’s eyes widened as she observed. Once where her girlfriend was standing, now stood a tigress. 

Hermione stumbled back in surprise before looking in awe.

The tigress sat down, patiently waiting for the Gryffindor to get her bearings back. The girl’s eyes wandered all over the tigress, trying to grasp what was being shown to her. 

After a moment the brunette slowly approached the animal, hands running through the soft fur causing the tigress to close her eyes and lean into the touch,” You are beautiful.” 

The tigress chuffed, causing Hermione to snort,”Your welcome.” 

After taking a couple more seconds to admire the majestic creature towering over her she pulled away and Y/n took that as a sign to turn back to her human form,” That was what I was hiding.” 

Hermione nodded, still in awe, before another question made itself present,“Why?” 

“McGonagall didn’t want anyone knowing. If word got out, who knows what Umbridge and the ministry would’ve done.” Y/n shuddered just thinking about it,” And I myself did not want anyone knowing. I would rather keep this information out of the ears of anyone, in fear of it reaching my family.”

Y/n didn’t need to continue, Hermione understood the implication and the hidden motives in the Slytherin’s answer. 

“Thank you”

Y/n just shrugged before pointing at the brunette’s arm,” You want to get that dressed or would you rather bleed to death?” 

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Harry

You become good friends with Hermione after she helps you study for a test. She invites you to come and sit with her at dinner, where you meet Harry for the first time. Obviously, you had heard of him before and you thought he was cute but you had never spoken until then. He was super awkward because he thought you were very pretty. You start spending more time with them and eventually Harry becomes more comfortable around you. One day, Hermione and Ron were off on their own, leaving you and Harry together. He tells you about his feelings for you and you confess you feel the same and ask him to be your boyfriend.

Ron

Ron noticed you first, sitting across from him in class during first year. Being at first shy and timid, he admired you from afar. But one day, after confessing his feelings to Harry, Harry slips some liquid luck into Ron’s drink, giving him the courage to ask you on a date. Of course, you say yes and eventually began dating.

Hermione

When you first saw Hermione, you knew you wanted to be her friend, but you were too shy to speak to her. In class, you were always impressed with her knowledge and wished to know more about her. Whenever you saw her across the room, your stomach would flip. Sometimes you would catch her looking at you and feel your cheeks heat up. Eventually, you realised it wasn’t that you wanted to be her friends, but her girlfriend. You had never thought about they fact that you could like girls, but it didn’t feel wrong. One day, you pluck up the courage to speak to her, complimenting her and making her laugh. You start to become good friends, and surprisingly, she makes the first move. She kisses you and when you kiss back, she asks you to be her girlfriend.

Fred

It started in 3rd year, when he watched you prank someone. From then on, he wanted you so badly. His way of flirting was to play harmless pranks and jokes on you and you would prank him back. You were so used to his jokes that when he kissed you, you thought it was another one of them. But he told you it wasn’t and that he was falling in love with you. After a while of convincing, eventually you believed him when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

George

George had quietly fancied you for a few months when Fred noticed the way he looked at you. Fred vowed to be George’s wingman and get you to fall in love with him, so Fred would often talk to you, telling you funny stories about George to make sure you knew the best bits of him. It didn’t take long for you to figure out what was going on. “Hey, Fred, can you be my wingman?” You asked. Fred seemed worried. “Why, who do you like?” He asked. “George.” 

Pairing: Hermione x reader 

Requested: how about dating hermione?

Warnings: none

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• You hadn’t had a crush on her for long
• But it seemed that you finally understood you liked her as more than a friend
• You both had always been close
• The both of you usually studied together
• So it was no surprise that your first kiss was in the library
• People always thought Hermione wouldn’t have time for you
• But it was the exact opposite
• You were both almost attached at the hip
• Wherever she went, you went
• Even on days you didn’t feel like studying you’d stay with her in the library
• You frequently fell asleep with your head in her lap
• She never minded
• Running her fingers through your hair while she read through her books and did assignments
• You both always hung all over each other
• The boys always gagged at how lovey dovey the both of you were
• You couldn’t even kiss each other without Ron and Harry making dramatic gagging noises
• But you were sure to get your revenge once Harry and Ginny were together
• Hermione always stuck by your side
• Even during the war you both stayed hand in hand
• You were both stronger together than you were apart
• Hermione had all the knowledge and you topped her in your spell casting abilities
• You both make one hell of a team

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Pairing:Fred Weasley x Reader

Prompt: After being together for years, Fred develops a change of heart.

Warning: Angst, cheating, Fred being a dumbass.

Words:4.9k

Sometimes love has a weird way of working out. Some would say for the greater good but the more heartbroken bitter people of the world would say otherwise. You used to live by the cliche quote that played over millions of times in sappy romantic movies and classic books citing that if it’s meant to be, it will happen. You never truly understood what you read but you preached it nonetheless. You supposed it wasn’t until you experienced losing what was ‘yours’ that you finally understood those words, and you also changed your thoughts to begin loathing the phrase.

You spent most of your early years bathing in fairy tales and believing in the concept of true love and finding the one before your twenties. Never had you seen this process as obscure or too sudden, of course all the classic princesses were in their late teens when they found their princes, so why wouldn’t you?

To you, Fred Weasley was the living breathing knight in shining armour. He had everything a girl could dream of. Kind eyes, a soft smile, a warming heart, and a one of a kind sense of humor. Fred Weasley was the classic Prince Charming and everyone knew it. You guessed dating him you had naturally assumed you would be the one to take the shoes of Cinderella- or so that was how the story was to go.

No one ever wishes bad things for their relationship. Fred and you had been dating since your second year at Hogwarts. You’d met on the train ride home during the holidays and hit it off immediately. You kept more on the quiet end, which surprised most being a Gryffindor and all. His loud exterior and childish way put a strain on you from the start but as time drifted on, you began to appreciate his ways of life. Fred viewed life as a party rather more than a daily task and it was a new refreshing idea to you. When you date someone for five years you naturally assume you know almost everything about them. You had spent thousands of restless nights up in the Common Room chatting until sunrise about childhood memories, dreams, and fears.

You knew he loved his family more than anything, his favorite season was fall, he had a secret birthmark near the bottom of his back, and hated olives. You soaked up Fred’s words like a sponge absorbing water so when the day came when his words no longer existed, you took note.

Fred was absolutely rubbish at hiding his feelings, he was practically an open book, his face giving away everything and lately things had taken a turn. On your dates to Hogsmeade he stared out the window of The Three Broomsticks looking disinterested and humming as silence settled over. Over the holiday break at his family home Fred was locked away in his room for most of the week and only came down for food or matches of Quidditch with his brothers.

During study sessions together his nose remained buried deep in his book not daring to glance up for anything. Although during meals he was as lively as ever. He would shout down the table- no longer sitting next to you but across- and threw food with his friends laughing like a hurricane. Most of his time was spent blabbering away with Angelina Johnson and George. He seemed to be devoting much of his time to the two nowadays- understandable George but not so much for Angelina.

A jealous pang would run through your bones as you watched your boyfriend whisper in her ear during class and nudge her shoulder exchanging jokes like we had used to do. Our weekend dates ceased to exist seeing as Fred promised to help Angelina with her Quidditch skills every Saturday morning, then go to The Three Broomsticks with George for a Butterbeer. He explained it was for Gryffindor team players only but you weren’t as dumb as he sold you to be. It was obvious Angelina and you had never been the best of friends. Her high headed personality and nose to the sky demeanor turned me away the second you met but she was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. Long silk black hair all down her back. Piercing dark eyes that captivated one in an instant and a strong head. Much like Fred, she had it all.

Although the few exchanges between you two never went down well. A week ago she had ‘forgotten’ to save you a spot at the dinning table between her, Fred, and George so you were forced to take the only open seat beside a group of second years. During break, Angelina, Fred, George, Katie, and you had all planned to attend a concert to one of you mutually loved bands together. You had brought the idea to light, hoping it would stay between yourself, the twins and Katie but someone else caught wind and decided to invite themselves along. Later you heard from Katie that your boyfriend begged Angelina to tag along saying it would be more fun with more people, but your insides twitched at her confession. So the night of the concert you all got together and went out for dinner. Afterwards you walked to the venue and Angelina pulled out all the tickets. She had promised to purchase five and even offered to cover the cost. It seemed too good to be true and you were proven right when the usher scanned your tickets and the Angelina rapidly dug through her purse. She insisted the line up to enter went Fred, her, George, Katie then you and once her fake pout met your eyes it was obvious why. Prior to the date she had failed to remember your ticket and accidently left it on her counter. Although she managed to grab the other four.

Your boyfriend gave no comfort rather so walked into the venue without a second glance. George and Katie skipped the event and stayed with you against the pleas you gave urging them to go have fun. They promised that they didn’t mind but you still felt terrible. George made an oath to make it up to you and took Katie and you out for ice cream. At the end of the night you were close to positive that you had more fun with those two than the others.

That was until you met Fred and Angelina outside the concert ready to head home. Approaching the pair a weight fell on your chest. Your breathing staggered as you saw the sight. Fred was hunched over in deep laughter at a comment Angelina had made as their bodies moved closer towards each other. As you got walked over you noticed the black jacket you had gifted Fred with for his brithday wrapped around her body.

Katie gasped and sent you a warning look. George hurried ahead and struck up a conversation, hoping it would cause them to separate once they realised you were back and the split in two like the red sea. Small talk was shared as an awkwardness settled over. Fred walked towards you and went to plant a kiss to your lips but you dodged it with ease.

He backed away confused though gave up and stayed at George’s side. Breaking the ice, Katie pointed out how it was getting late and her home would be a ten minute walk in the dark for the two of you. Fred and George offered to walk you both to her place but you brushed off their offer and turned on your heel.

Since as you were heading separate paths after the concert Katie bid the others a farewell as you waved behind them and started off in the other direction.

Fred slipped from Angelina’s hold and jogged to catch up with you. You hid the sobs threatening to shine through and listened as he went over the time you two would meet the next day so he could drive you back to the Burrow. You wondered if he was still planning to head home- or if Angelina was accompanying him. Meeting George’s sunken eyes you saw Angelina hailing a taxi and squatting in. The car sped down the street and disappeared around the corner. A sigh of relief unconsciously came and you relaxed in Fred’s arms.

“Hey. Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked cautiously. You nodded solemnly and reached up to peck his cheek. Katie stood waiting for you and scoffed. Fred gazed at her then back to you.

“Are you still upset about Angelina forgetting your ticket? She really did feel awful about it, love. I did too! But I swear, I’ll make it up to you. I promise, darling.” He stated genuinely. Once again, you nodded. Katie’s hand slipped into yours and pulled you away. George shouted out a ‘goodbye’ but you were too torn to respond. You cried into Katie’s shoulder the whole walk to her home and spilled your guts over a session of rom-coms and pints of ice cream.

You ran through all the possibilities like hurdles trying to figure out where we had gone wrong. Were you overly affectionate? Did you care too much? Did you not care enough? A pathetic feeling washed over you entirely coming to the unanswered conclusion. It was one of the hardest things in the world to watch the person you love slowly slip between your fingertips to someone else. All you wanted was to receive the love you gave and you knew even that was a far off dream.

Shaking myself out of the distant thoughts you quickly threw on the nearest jacket you could find in the storm of clothes and rushed out the dorm room. Sunday mornings were your favorite time of the week. Saturday was spent standing out in the freezing cold rain until the lights had darken waiting for the match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor to finish. Gryffindor had won luckily, Harry caught the snitch in the most needed moments as he seemed to be best at doing, and the party in the Gryffindor tower carried on long past the sun rising. Fred and you had been planning on going to Zonko’s early evening and swinging by Honeydukes as well for some sweets. You had ran the plans past him again the night before to which he happily verified making your insides swell with excitement.

Skipping down the winding stone steps you entered in the hug like warmth of the main hangout of the tower. The room was fairly clear for the time but you assumed most were either still in bed or already taking on the day. You scanned the room looking for Fred. In less than a minute you spotted the backside his fiery red hair poking out between students. Rushing over to him you tied your house scarf tightly around your neck and buttoned up the thick jacket ready to face the cold.

“Fred, are you ready to go?” Finally reaching him, you found Fred staring out the window of the main glass. He turned around swiftly and chuckled softly. Sighing to myself, you mentally face palmed and worked out a quick apology.

“Sorry, George. From the back there you looked like your brother.” You admitted sheepishly. George batted his hand as a sign of disregard.

“No worries, love. Happens all the time.” Ironically enough you were not one to mix up the twins. Not that you always got them straight but you knew the difference from your handsome boyfriend from his identical twin.

“Do you know where your brother is? We’re suppose to be heading out to Zonko’s for the Hogsmeade trip. I swore we agreed to meet here…” There wasn’t a single other red head in the room beside George but your eyes searched for him anyways. Harry Potter, Ron, and Seamus huddled around the skyscraper like door. They were dressed ready to face the winter air seem to attend the trip to Hogsmeade as well. You looked back to find George’s face in a set scowl, sorting through all the locations his brother could be without letting him in on it. Noticing your suppressed mood his orbs flickered over your frame.

George followed your gaze to the door and pointed over to his younger brother,

“Here, I’ll go ask Ron if he’s seen Fred around.” George placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze as if to say it would be alright. You gave him a tight smile and sat down in the red velvet chair. The setup of the Gryffindor common room was by far your favorite space inside the castle. The luscious red silk curtain flowed in the breeze shoving through the open windows encasing your bundled up self in a cold chaste kiss. You were thankful for the scarf hugging your neck that killed the shivers before they could begin.

But out of all the accessories in the homey environment, the most heart dearing had to be the gorgeous art pieces prompt against the walls. At least ten painting, large and small, were hung on the walls of the common room. All held different stories as well as different originations. Each was loved by you for numerous reasons.

A glass shattering gasp broke the silence in a sudden commotion, capturing your fleeting attention. You were in the background of the episode, standing on the outside looking in as your head whipped to the scene unfolding behind you. What you found surprised you a bit. All four boys had their ears pushed up against the door and their mouths hanging near the floor.

Hermione set her book down on the couch, curiosity poisoning her mind. Her eyes fixed on the boys who were attempting to cover their obvious incident. Hermione glanced at you wordlessly asking who should investigate first. You shook your head stiffly letting her control the situation. She pushed herself to Ron’s back and worked on moving around him. Once she broke in her actions were rash.

Her whispers were hushed as Harry informed her of what was happening. A flame sparked in her eyes and she cracked the door open and peeked out. You watched intently, almost sprinting over when she leaned up against the wood with a ghost pale demeanor.

“Oh my god.” She muttered . You stood up from her words and pivoted around the coffee table holding a handful of Quidditch magazines and coupons for sweet shops. You made a mental note to remember to cut out the bogo deal after you joined in the madness.

“Y/n, no.” Hermione shouted. You flinched in your spot taken aback by her bark. What had you done? The brown haired girl shook her head like a bobble head and directed you towards the staircase.

“I totally forgot! I uh- I needed your help!” Her hands sneaked to your shoulder and turned you around. She led you to the steps leaving you flabbergasted.

“My help? With what?” You asked breaking from her hold. Ron, Harry, and Seamus shifted awkwardly but George stood still as a statue. His eyes were glossed with sorrow and a pang of hurt.

“Planning a um, no er, homework!” Hermione giggled but you could hear the nervousness. You stepped back and sent her a feature of disbelief. What was she working so hard to hide?

“You, Hermione Granger, need my help with your school work?” You saw straight through her lie as you clenched your teeth.

“Yes and lots of it!” Hermione nodded eagerly and reached for your hand. You pulled away and glared at her. Hurt seeked the air and Hermione stepped down from the battle. Her heart thumped feverishly against her rib cage. She was lost for solution, wanting to protect you but not wanting to lie at the same time.

George walked towards you leaving the pestering door alone. He shook his head and glanced down at you with sad eyes.  

“Y/n-” He stopped short and instead moved to the side, letting the pathway to the door become clear. Tilting your head up to him you waiting for a warning of some sort but he refused to meet your eyes.

Ron, Harry and Seamus glued their gaze to the ground making a weavering feeling sink in your heart.

With a shaky hand you reached out for the door and grasped the handle. Taking a moment to yourself you tried to prepare yourself for what you would find. It seemed to have dramatically shocked your friends so what effect would it have on you?

Twisting the knob to the right you swung the door open wide and examined the outer platform. Much looked normal. The staircases were moving as usual, the portraits chatting though more so whispering. Their fingers pointed towards a pair of students at the bottom of the stairwell. They were sharing a passionate kiss- well more like a messy make out session. You cringed in disgust and went to close the door. Well that was until you saw a head of red hair from the corner of your eye. Stepping back into the hall you probed the pair again, this time more closely.

The girl had faire dark skin and a smooth head of jet black hair. Her fingers roamed freely in the tall boys hair, exploring every inch undetected. She was beautiful and you recognized her immediately after a second glance. But that wasn’t what shattered your inside. What really broke you was the boy she was all over.

He kissed her with a new found love and melting aggression. He had her pushed up against the brick wall and his hand itching dangerously close under her Gryffindor shirt. Pulling back you took in the plump to his lips and the lipstick smeared across his cheek. The boy smirks devilishly then dove back in sweeping her away in another drowning kiss.

A sob choked out as your body crumbled to the floor. Your insides were crushed in a death-like grip. You knew things were going down hill but the show out in front of you was not what you were expecting.

Tears streamed like a river along your cheeks and splashed onto the denim of your jeans staining them. The two detached to search for the source of the noise. Fred Weasley dropped his hand from Angelina Johnson and look up at the open portrait and the image of his girlfriend torn into millions of unfixable shards.

“Shit…” Fred ignored Angelina’s protest for him to stay and skipped up the stone steps. He paused momentarily thinking out his actions for the first time in a month. He bent down and went to touch your shoulder but you shoved him away.

“Don’t touch me.” A eerie deadness entered in the common room. Your skin was practically crawling in disdain and repugnance. The mental image of Fred latched onto Angelina burned your memory. Her manicured fingers scraping against his skull, her mouth sewed on one to his. Tear pinched at the sockets and your chest heaved with betrayal.

Hermione and the rest inched near their designated dormitory stairs. You couldn’t blame them. Truthfully you prayed they’d make it out before the storm erupted.

Angelina’s beedy eyes shot daggers at your shaking self. Anger was bubbling above the surface and you knew the eruption was only seconds away.

She had no right to give you such an incredulous look. Had she forgotten she was the other woman? Had she failed to realize Fred was cheating on you, had spoiled a beautiful relationship, by being with her? Did she not care about the shredded loneliness you felt inside? She broke you- but most of all Fred broke you and he made no move to direct her out.

“Y/n please just hear me out. I never intended for this to happen-” The calm before the storm had ceased as your head whipped around to glare at the man you once loved. His stupid, once adorable, face seemed panicked and fearful. An expression you oh so desperately wanted to smack right off.

“What, our friends and I catching you in the act or you making out with another girl while you’re dating someone else. Five years, Fred! We’ve been together for five years!” The shriek of brokenness cut the air clean open. Trails of tears streaked your warm cheeks as an eruption of anger bubbled inside.

Your soul was empty- tainted by his scandalous actions.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I truly am but I couldn’t help it.” Fred’s voice fell an octave low, “I love her.”

His words struck you like a bolt of lightning. Your bones shook in shock, heart thumping dangerously and nerves rising.

“You what?” For a second, you held no trust in your own voice to choke out the phrase. How could things change so fast between the two of you? You studied Fred, unsure of what to think.

“I love Angelina and I have… for a long time. I’m sorry for lying to you and cheating on you but I wasn’t happy.” He explained sorrowfully. It was not hard to hear the regret filling his confession and you were an idiot to think he felt regret for falling in love with her. Fred took pity in stringing you along, not for crushing you whole.

Raking your shaky hand alongs the strands of your h//c hair, you slipped out a striking scoff.

“Then why didn’t you say something! You’ve broken my heart you asshole!”

“Y/n, it would’ve hurt either way. Just think of this as a new start! Don’t you want Fred to be happy-” Angelina freaking Johnson was the last person on the whole planet that you wanted to hear from. Just the sight of her churned your stomach and left a bitter taste in your mouth. With tear stained red eyes you pointed at her and shook your head, silencing the girl.

“You shut the hell up. You know nothing about us so stay out of this. And you-” The venom was still pouring as you turned back to Fred, “You think you were sparing my feelings? How thoughtful of you.” Sarcasm was evident as you went to leave. You felt emotionally exhausted wanting to crawl into your bed and cry yourself to sleep. Everything hurt; your head, your chest, your heart, your body, everything. It was like you had barely survived a train crash- nothing was normal anymore.

Fred’s eyes refused to meet yours, he was far too ashamed to see the sadness creeping on your face. Instead of waiting for a reply you took matters into your own hands. Pivoting on your back heel, you walked away from the pain. Every step hurt more than the one before but you couldn’t stick around to hear anymore of his excuses.

“I’ll drop your stuff off with George in the morning. Just know, I don’t ever want to speak to you again- either of you. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

Fred wasn’t sure if the last part was directed at you or the flushed girl beside him. Either way, he was crumbling like a building made of pebbles. His heart was screaming at him to follow you, to apologize and beg for your forgiveness but he knew that wouldn’t change anything. His feelings would still be the same and he owed you more than that. Cutting a beautiful soul like you from his life was going to hurt but lying to you and giving you false hope was worse. Salt in the wound, nonetheless.

“Y/n…”

“Don’t. You made our friends play in your little games and have ruined any happy memory we ever made. You mean nothing to me and I hope one day someone breaks your heart like you have mine.” You shot back. Sure, it was harsh. Who could blame you?

“And you-” A deadly finger pointed at the group of your supposed friends, “You are all just as bad as him. I bet the lot of you are enjoying the embarrassment I’m facing because of this. What kind of friends are you?” The words cut like freshly sharpened daggers, tearing through their flesh and bones.

Not giving the pair another second of your time, you exited the room promptly with a hole in your heart. You silently passed by your so-called friends that helped cover for your cheating boyfriend- ex boyfriend. They sent a glance of pity, not that it helped ease the damage. Friends don’t lie and that was exactly what they did to you. Shaking your head, you left the scene and locked yourself away in your dorm room creating wet tear stains on your pillow case.

In your absence, the group shared a knowing look of guilt, the weight of their actions finally settling in. Their motive was never to see you hurt, but somehow along the way, they lost sight of that. At that moment, George couldn’t bring himself to meet the gaze of his twin flame. His chest felt tight from the pain he casted second hand on you. There were so many chances he had to fill you in on the rendezvous his brother and Angelina were partaking in, so why didn’t he?

Part of George, and the rest of the group, knew they did it to protect Fred. In doing so, they destroyed you. It was a lose-lose situation and no one came out looking dapper.

Hermione rushed after you, ignoring the calls of her friends. Out of your friends, Hermione held the most culpability in herself. In her eyes, she played her hand in causing you pain and she had never felt less of a woman than in those moments of realization. Why hadn’t she told you sooner? She knew her duties as a best friend and completely disregarded them in order to keep another friend safe. Her stomach was twisted in tight coils as she dashed up the girl’s dormitory stairs in search of you.

Much like yourself, Fred spent the night with tear stained cheeks and a broken heart for hurting someone so innocent as yourself that showed him nothing but love and kindness. 

When the sun broke through the curtains that next morning, nothing felt normal. Your eyes cracked open from the warm ray of sun shining in from the window and cascading over your frame. Not even the mountain of blankets you slept under could bring you warmth and comfort, it was all snatched away from you without so much as a warning.

Sleep was ignored until the early hours of the morning as you spent a rather large sum of the night sobbing on your roommates shoulder as she consoled you. Katie had her suspicions on the pair, unlike your other friends, she never hesitated to vocalize her distain towards the ‘friendship’ between Fred and Angelina. Practically dating your ex boyfriend’s twin had put her in a difficult position on when to speak up. As she held you crying form as the two of you laid together in her bed, the answer was clear. Protecting Fred never came close to protecting you. Katie only wished she’d been there to witness the chaos so she could deliver a swift punch to the both of them.

The night finally ended with Katie dragging your body to your side of the room, and cuddling until you fell asleep. Although she’d never admit it to you, seeing as you were the one in need of support, her heart hurt for many reasons. One, you were her closest friend, nearly a sister at this point and it hurt her to see you so broken. The other reasoning fell upon her budding relationship with George Weasley. It enraged her to know George was aware of this and failed to inform her as well. It was likely he knew Katie would rat Fred out the second she heard, but the surge of hurt that coarse through her body was unable to feel sympathy for any soul that played a role in lying to her friend. 

The alarm clock on the nightstand read eleven and with the crying session you performed the night prior, it was no surprise your mind longed for the extra hours of rest. The thought crossed your mind, maybe it was all some sort of sick nightmare? Maybe you’d made the whole thing up? Although the small white parchment sticking out from under your door said different.

A small part of you hoped it was Fred who had left the note. Of course a written apology was nowhere near enough, but you still held out. Sadly, the blue ink held a different story as you realized it had been Hermione who wrote out to you. She tried to string together the perfect words to ease your distress, found the perfect phrases to comfort a friend going through heartbreak, though it all felt fraudulent.

She ended the letter explaining how ‘messed up’ Fred was after you had stormed out, and how he was willing to do whatever it would take to win her back- as a friend that is. In the same sentence, she expressed her disdain and frustration at your ex for what he did to you. As your friend, you scoffed at her words as she shamelessly attempted to lighten the anger you were experiencing towards Fred. It was clear she meant her words to bring you consolation and solace, but fell immensely short in meaning.

You refused to be like the other girls you watched who would crawl back pride-less to their cheating boyfriends, begging them to take them back. Especially to a man who publicly declared he wasn’t in love with you anymore, and in front of your shared friends too. It wasn’t the type of girl you were. The love you held for Fred burned passionately, though the events of the previous night diminished that flame and you weren’t ready to relight it.

The connection you obtained through your friendships were a bit different. Your anger was still large and atbay, however, you were willing to hear them out and at least see if there was a possibility for rebuilding your trust in your friends. Time was the magical key to this process and all you desired was to turn that key and jump forward a year. That’s the shitty part about life, and heartbreak. There is no way to speed the healing time, no remedy for the aches inside of you, and no instant gratification of love from the person who so casually tore your heart into shreds. Time would tell, and that was all you could do, wait.