❝Listening to you speak is absolute torture, Diggory.❞
❝Oh really Malfoy? Just looking at your unfortunate dye job is torture!❞
Arden Diggory is one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts, known for her kindness, loyalty, intelligence, and nev...
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"Wow, took you two long enough," Lena chuckled, her voice raspy from only just waking up ten minutes ago. It was Sunday morning, right after the night she, Arden, and a handful of Slytherins spent drinking Firewhiskey while playing silly games at the boathouse. Lena had asked what happened between Arden and Draco when they stormed off, wondering if the two bickered as usual, but was pleasantly surprised to learn about what actually happened.
Arden immediately shot upright from her bed. Her curls were a mess, locks hanging over her face, sprawled all around her like she were an animated character who'd just been electrocuted. She gawked over at Lena who laid on her back, staring back at Arden with the widest shit eating grin spread across her face.
"What do you mean took us long enough? Did you know somethi-"
"Oh goodness no, you two are just so bloody obvious," Lena croaked, her voice still adjusting. "Honestly, the tension between you two is disgustingly thick, and neither of you were subtle with the way you looked at each other when the other wasn't paying attention." Arden stared at Lena dumbfounded, was she really that obvious? Would the rest of the school pick up on what was going on? Worst of all, did Harry know?
"Blimey..." Arden muttered, hiding her face in her hands. She whined incoherently, her hands slurring and muffling her vowels. Lena however, with her impeccable hearing and the power of friendship, managed to understand what she was saying.
"You're being over dramatic. The whole school is as dense as you two. If they were as excellent as I am at reading people you would have heard the rumours circulating by now," Lena sighed. She stayed laying on her back, looking over at Arden who had just unshielded her face. Lena couldn't help but have her eyes divert down to Arden's lips, fingertips gently grazing her own as she remembered the kiss between the two last night. She felt her cheeks slightly heat up, causing her to quickly turn her head away from Arden so she wouldn't notice. There was a deep conflict within her.
Yes, Arden was a pretty girl.
A very pretty girl.
However, Arden would never see Lena in the way that Lena maybe, perhaps, sort of, hopefully does not see her. Lena's inner monologue was going completely ballistic. There was no way she was starting to feel something for the girl she considered to be one of her good friends, right? Not over one silly kiss that the girl didn't actually mean, right?
Right?
"Arden," Lena began, her mouth moving before her practical thoughts could stop her. Arden's grey eyes fell upon Lena, an eyebrow quirked up, waiting for her to speak. She noticed the light pink tint across her cheeks, brushing it off from the warmth of the millions of blankets Lena insisted on sleeping with. Arden noticed Lena's hesitancy, avoiding eye contact with her as she pondered how to ask the question she so desperately needed the answer to.
