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@granger4v : Y/N? Are you okay now? I'm on the plane right now, I haven't seen you in days.
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@granger4v : Merlin's Beard, where have you been!?
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@no1crimson : dumbledore told me to go back home early
@granger4v : I've been worried sick about you.
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Y/N sat in Lockhart's dimly lit classroom, her wrist aching from having to spend detention with the narcissistic professor due to the trouble she caused on the trip.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," Lockhart's voice exclaimed with an exaggerated flair. "Can you possibly imagine a better way to serve detention than by helping me answer my fanmail?" He said, oozing self-confidence. Y/N placed her phone down with a sigh, the sound of Lockhart's quill scratching on parchment filling the room.
"Yeah, because I just love reading love letters from middle-aged women obsessed with you," Y/N replied sarcastically.
Lockhart chuckled. "Ah, you remind me of myself when I was young—bright and sarcastic. That's probably why I was such a hit with the ladies." He grinned. "I assume young men flock around you like moths to a flame?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Y/N deadpanned.
Lockhart leaned in, a charming smile on his face. "Oh, really? I'd say it's that captivating personality of yours. And you do have a very pretty face, you know?" he commented.
"You're a creep," Y/N shot back.
Lockhart chuckled again. "Just speaking the truth, my dear," he said in his usual la-di-da tone, twirling his quill in his hand. "Fame is a fickle friend, Y/N. Celebrity is as celebrity does," he said sternly, Y/N couldn't take him seriously. "Remember that," he whispered.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, her head tilting sideways as she scratched her neck, a faint, eerie voice passing by her ears.
"Come," it whispered, sending shivers down her spine. "Come... to... me..."
"What was that?" Y/N murmured, her eyes darting around the dimly lit room.
"Sorry?" Lockhart spoke up, clearly perplexed by her sudden reaction.
"That voice," Y/N said, her voice tinged with unease.
"Voice?" Lockhart echoed, his expression showing confusion.
Y/N continued to scan the room, wide-eyed. "Didn't you hear it?" she insisted.
Lockhart chuckled, thinking Y/N might be losing her composure. "What are you talking about, Y/N?"
"That voice," Y/N repeated, still on edge.
Lockhart glanced at the clock. "Great Scott, no wonder you're a bit drowsy. Look at the time. We've been here nearly four hours!" he exclaimed, a smirk forming on his lips. "It's spooky how time flies when one is having fun."
"So much fun," Y/N deadpanned as she got up from her seat, still looking around cautiously, convinced she had heard something unusual.
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Y/N walked out of Lockhart's classroom, her discomfort evident in the way she shifted in her robes. Whispers echoed in her mind, causing her brows to furrow in frustration and confusion.
"Let me rip you..."
She looked around, pressing her hand against the wall and her ear, trying to locate the source of the unsettling voice. It grew louder, urging her to move faster. Y/N began to run towards the voice, ending up at the edge of a wall.
"Fu—" Her exclamation was abruptly cut off as she bumped into someone. Opening her eyes, she found herself face to face with Agil. The tension between them was palpable.
"Sorry— oh, it's you," Agil muttered. "What are you doing here?" Agil asked sharply.
"None of your business," Y/N retorted, shoulder checking past Agil, causing the younger girl to stumble slightly, struggling to maintain her balance.
"That voice," Agil muttered. "Do you hear it too?" she asked, Y/N stopping dead in her tracks.
"I..." Y/N stammered. "Don't know what you're talking about," she said softly, walking away as she left Agil alone.
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The following day, Y/N made her way through the castle's corridors, hastily adjusting her robes and tousled hair. Aurora and the rest of their group had returned from their late-night trip after midnight while Y/N had been sound asleep, resulting in them being too exhausted to join her for breakfast.
As she entered the Great Hall, dark bags under her eyes, the cacophony of voices filled her ears, adding to her already confused and frustrated state. Her gaze landed on the Gryffindor table, where she locked eyes with Hermione. However, Hermione quickly averted her gaze, leaving Y/N puzzled.
Frowning, Y/N approached the Gryffindor table, intending to inquire about Hermione's unusual behavior. But before she could utter a word, Hermione abruptly stood up and announced, "I'm stuffed. Catch you later, I've got a study session planned with Lavender and Patil."
With those words, Hermione walked past Y/N, leaving her bewildered. She turned to Ron and Harry, seeking some explanation for Hermione's actions.
"Is she deliberately avoiding me?" Y/N questioned, receiving only exchanged glances and shrugged shoulders from Harry and Ron in response.
Y/N felt a growing sense of frustration as she watched Hermione avoid her. She decided to take a seat at the Gryffindor table, determined to get to the bottom of this. Ron and Harry exchanged another glance but remained tight-lipped.
Y/N leaned over and whispered to Ron, "Did something happen while I was gone?"
Ron hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke in a low voice, "It's complicated, Y/N. Hermione's been acting a bit strange since you left."
"Strange how?" Y/N pressed, her patience wearing thin.
Harry chimed in, "She's been avoiding us, especially you. We tried to ask her what's wrong, but she won't tell us."
"What did I do?" Y/N scoffed aloud.
"Well..." Ron began, Harry sending him a small glare. "Do you want me to list it out for you?" he added, Y/N's lips parting.
"Go ahead," Y/N replied.
"Mm..." Harry grunted uncomfortably, a small frown on his face. "Well, first and foremost, you ran away from everyone during the trip. We were worried sick about you, especially when you didn't show up that night,"
"Hermione practically had weights in her eyes the next day because of you," Ron chimed in, Harry nodding in agreement.
"Well—" Y/N tried to defend.
"That brings me to my second point: you ignored mine and everyone else's texts and messages, even those from the professors," Ron added, Y/N's shoulders slumping.
"I didn't realize it would affect Hermione so deeply," Y/N murmured.
"Y/N," Harry said blankly. "Hermione cares about you," he added, Y/N's mouth parting. "Not just in a general sense; she genuinely, deeply cares about you. She probably cares more about you than she cares about me and Ron combined," Harry stated matter-of-factly.
"Why, though?" Y/N muttered.
"I don't know either," Harry replied, Ron nodding in agreement, leaving Y/N perplexed with her chin in her palm.
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Y/N strolled through the courtyard, hands nestled in her pockets, while a gentle summer breeze caressed her cheeks, leaving behind a faint blush. As she wandered, her eyes settled on a familiar corner of the courtyard, a place where she and Hermione had first forged their friendship.
"I must be imagining things," she whispered to herself, her optimism waning. Nevertheless, she approached that very spot, parting the bushes with deliberate intent. A familiar scene greeted her.
Hermione, engrossed in a book, turned her head at the sound of rustling leaves, her eyes briefly revealing disappointment upon seeing Y/N. She momentarily lost her grip on the book.
Y/N settled beside her, the gentle rustling of grass tickling her ankles, the scent of flowers filling her nose. They both stared at the hedge in front of them, an oppressive silence settling between them.
"Are you okay?" Y/N finally broke the silence.
More silence.
"Hermione," Y/N spoke again, turning to look at the girl who avoided her gaze. The tension in Hermione's jaw was evident as she clenched it.
Still, more silence.
"Hermione, please stop ignoring me," Y/N's impatience grew, and she said it louder this time.
Tumbleweeds.
"Please?" Y/N insisted, her voice trembling. "Hermione, I swear—"
"Leave me alone," Hermione spat abruptly, her words cutting through Y/N's attempts at reconciliation. Y/N's brows furrowed in frustration.
"Leave you alone?" Y/N repeated, a mix of confusion and exasperation in her voice.
Hermione nodded, her expression irritated, and muttered curses under her breath. Y/N's frustration was evident as she started to speak.
"I—" Y/N began.
"I said leave me alone!" Hermione interjected forcefully, cutting off Y/N's words. The air between them grew heavy with silence.
"Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?" Y/N finally managed to say, her face flushed with frustration.
"God, do I have to spell it out for you every time?" Hermione exclaimed, her anger palpable in her tone. "I thought we were friends, Y/N. An update or a text message would've been nice when I spent my days and nights worrying sick about you!" Hermione sneered.
"I was only gone for a night—" Y/N tried to defend.
"You ran away! With no warning, at that," Hermione cut her off sharply. "Where did you even go? I thought you got lost— and, and... you just completely ignored all of my messages," she added, her voice cracking with emotion.
Y/N found herself at a loss for words, not accustomed to initiating confrontations. She had only been in this situation with Hermione before, and now she was caught off guard, facing Hermione's challenging gaze.
"Are you okay?" Y/N blurted out, a feeble attempt to break the silence.
"Am I okay?" Hermione repeated with a scoff. "Oh, I bloody well am, Merlin's beard, do you only know how to stress me out?" she exclaimed, her frustration pouring out. "You're nothing but stress, stress, stress, piling onto me!" Hermione berated, her anger palpable. Y/N's lips parted, taken aback by the outburst.
"No, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that—" Hermione abruptly changed her tone, her expression softening. Y/N felt a whirlwind of emotions, unsure why she was becoming so emotional, in unfamiliar territory.
"You said you wanted me to leave you alone," Y/N mumbled quietly, her voice trembling as she turned to walk away. But before she could exit, Hermione grabbed her wrist.
"Please," Hermione whispered, her voice filled with desperation.
"What are you—" Y/N stammered, her confusion deepening.
"Shut up, let me fix myself," Hermione murmured, her head tilted down. Y/N hesitated, torn between leaving and staying to understand what Hermione meant.
"Be... here for me, like I did for you," Hermione whispered, her voice pleading. Y/N settled down on the grass beside her.
The two girls sat in silence, Hermione's hand tugging on Y/N's wrist, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she rested her head on Y/N's shoulder.
"I... I was just really worried about you," Hermione whispered softly, her tone calmer this time. "Why didn't you reply to my messages?" she murmured.
"I don't know..." Y/N replied, her voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry,"
"Stop making me worry," Hermione said, her fingers tracing a delicate path across Y/N's forearms. Her touch eventually met the back of Y/N's hand, and with a gentle movement, Hermione extended her own hand, placing it atop Y/N's.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of emotions. She looked down at their joined hands, the faint rhythm of Hermione's breathing in her ear. Without a word, Y/N flipped her hand over, her palm pressed against Hermione's, and she intertwined her fingers with Hermione's, a silent acknowledgment of their rekindled connection.
"I'm here for you now," Y/N murmured, squeezing their hands together. She turned to glance over her shoulder, meeting Hermione's stare. The intensity in Hermione's eyes caught Y/N off guard, making her heart skip a beat. Hermione's gaze seemed to hold the world within it, as if Y/N were the center of her universe.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, she was gazing at Hermione with the same intensity, causing Hermione's breath to hitch for a moment.
"I know you are," Hermione finally replied, her cheeks flushed with a hint of a blush.
"I'll try to always be," Y/N murmured, resting her head against Hermione's. Both girls leaned back, reclining on the soft grass.
"Promise?" Hermione said softly.
"Hm..." Y/N hummed, propping up her other arm's elbow on the grass and extending her pinky. "Will a pinky promise secure it?" she said playfully, a smile dancing on her lips. Hermione couldn't help but snicker in response.
"You're childish," Hermione murmured.
"I'm not, usually," Y/N replied, still smiling. "Don't leave me hanging," she added, extending her pinky further. Hermione rolled her eyes affectionately before linking her own pinky with Y/N's, sealing their promise under the clear, sunny sky.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N : enjoy the hurt/comfort chapter ig SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE PRAY FOR MY EXAMS BC ITS IN 2 WEEKS