Hello and welcome! My name is Hermione Granger and it is a pleasure to meet you. I am a 6th-year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Please send me an owl and introduce yourself. Also, do not hesitate to ask me anything-- I would love to help you! (However, I will not answer homework questions that could easily have been found by reading the textbook or attending class.) Thanks for stopping by!
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Hello and welcome! My name is Hermione Granger and it is a pleasure to meet you. I am a 6th-year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Please send me an owl and introduce yourself. Also, do not hesitate to ask me anything-- I would love to help you! (However, I will not answer homework questions that could easily have been found by reading the textbook or attending class.) Thanks for stopping by!
She bit her lower lip hard, trying to ignore the way her eyes suddenly stung with tears. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, struggling to contain all the emotion that just waiting to burst forth, completely overwhelming her. She took a few deep breaths, the cold air stabbing her throat and longs like a thousand knives as she inhaled. Her mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening, but she couldn’t seem to get a handle on it. Everything was moving in slow motion. She nodded slowly at his words, trying to understand them. She took a tentative step towards him, hesitating for just a moment before the words spilled out of her in a quiet, desperate whisper.
“All I’ve ever wanted was you.”
His head snapped up at her words, and his eyes connected with her’s. Disbelief washed over his face, and Draco was completely bewildered. “Even after you’ve acted like I was something horrible, like I was some heartless, cold creature; that you hated every part of my being, like I was beneath you,” the words came flying out of his mouth, and he could taste the sting on his tongue. “After you’ve made me feel like I was some pathetically broken toy with bloody twisted limbs and a cracked smile, left in the dark, cold outdoors to weather away, you go and say that I was all you ever wanted, like you could possibly want this?” he asked. He paused for a moment. “As if I could forget, as if I could ever possibly forget what you’ve done to me, how you’ve made me feel. If I could have torn the memory of you away from me, completely forget you and what you’ve done, I would have, many times over, because then at last I would have been spared the most excruciating pain that I’ve ever felt in my entire life, but I could not possibly tear you from my memories, and a part of me wouldn’t want to forget, because that would mean forgetting all the good as well, which would mean forgetting my life; what made me feel alive.”
Draco sighed, unsure what to do, so he acted on instinct. He slowly closed the gap between them and grabbed her hands, holding them lightly in his. He kept his eyes on their hands, his feeling colder than normal. “I’m sorry,” the whisper escaped his mouth, “I never meant to hurt you”.She waited a long moment, just enjoying the feel of him so close to her again. And then she gently pulled her hands out of his. “But you did,” she whispered. She took a small step away from him, trying to ignore the furious pounding of her heart. “We should probably get back to the castle,” she said a little louder, voice almost confident.
His hands stung slightly when she pulled her’s away. He took several steps back from her, as though he suddenly realized how close they were, and exactly how forbidden that was. “You can go back,” he said coolly. He turned on his heel, and walked the opposite direction from her. He wasn’t paying any attention to where he was going, and it didn’t matter, just as long as he got far enough away. His eyes were stinging, and burning, although he tried to ignore them.
Her blood turned to ice in her veins, and her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she watched him walk away. For a moment, she hesitated. She almost called after him, the words just waiting to roll off the tip of her tongue. Her every muscle ached, twitching with the desire to run after him, to pull him towards her in a tight embrace and never let him go. But instead, she just clenched her fists tightly, swallowed hard, and turned around. She began walking slowly back in the direction of the castle, every forced step feeling like a death sentence.
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11 years ago / 22
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She bit her lower lip hard, trying to ignore the way her eyes suddenly stung with tears. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, struggling to contain all the emotion that just waiting to burst forth, completely overwhelming her. She took a few deep breaths, the cold air stabbing her throat and longs like a thousand knives as she inhaled. Her mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening, but she couldn’t seem to get a handle on it. Everything was moving in slow motion. She nodded slowly at his words, trying to understand them. She took a tentative step towards him, hesitating for just a moment before the words spilled out of her in a quiet, desperate whisper.
“All I’ve ever wanted was you.”
His head snapped up at her words, and his eyes connected with her’s. Disbelief washed over his face, and Draco was completely bewildered. “Even after you’ve acted like I was something horrible, like I was some heartless, cold creature; that you hated every part of my being, like I was beneath you,” the words came flying out of his mouth, and he could taste the sting on his tongue. “After you’ve made me feel like I was some pathetically broken toy with bloody twisted limbs and a cracked smile, left in the dark, cold outdoors to weather away, you go and say that I was all you ever wanted, like you could possibly want this?” he asked. He paused for a moment. “As if I could forget, as if I could ever possibly forget what you’ve done to me, how you’ve made me feel. If I could have torn the memory of you away from me, completely forget you and what you’ve done, I would have, many times over, because then at last I would have been spared the most excruciating pain that I’ve ever felt in my entire life, but I could not possibly tear you from my memories, and a part of me wouldn’t want to forget, because that would mean forgetting all the good as well, which would mean forgetting my life; what made me feel alive.”
Draco sighed, unsure what to do, so he acted on instinct. He slowly closed the gap between them and grabbed her hands, holding them lightly in his. He kept his eyes on their hands, his feeling colder than normal. “I’m sorry,” the whisper escaped his mouth, “I never meant to hurt you”.
She waited a long moment, just enjoying the feel of him so close to her again. And then she gently pulled her hands out of his. “But you did,” she whispered. She took a small step away from him, trying to ignore the furious pounding of her heart. “We should probably get back to the castle,” she said a little louder, voice almost confident.
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11 years ago / 22
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She stared at him, eyes widening in shock as a single tear slowly made its way down his cheek. She felt a sudden urge to reach up and wipe it away, to brush his skin gently with her thumb. But something held her arms where they were, crossed tightly in front of her chest, as if they were pinned to her body and she was frozen in place. Her cheeks flushed bright red, whether from anger or some other emotion, she did not know. Her lips parted, breathing slightly unsteady, as she struggled to pull the words she wanted from the deep, dark recesses of her brain. She licked her lips absentmindedly, and fixed her gaze on an imaginary point behind Malfoy, to the side of his head.
Finally, she spoke. The words spewing up from her soul like venom. “Of course you wanted to leave. You had always wanted to leave, and all you needed was an excuse.” Her eyes flicked back onto his face, flashing brightly with pain and anger. “Once you had what you wanted from me, you left me. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t make you happy. I was never what you really wanted. I was too much, too intense, too warm.” She smiled at him faintly, sadly. “I thought I could save you with my love, but all I did was burn you and push you away.”
Draco breathed in a steady breath, the tears gone from his eyes now. A cold, deep anger was welling up in his gut. His eyes flickered unwillingly to her lips when she licked them, but he pulled his eyes away with disgust and disdain. “And what was I to you?” he hissed, “A lump of cold, unfeeling, frigid ice? Nothing but a emotionless, uncaring, hateful piece of stone? Unmoving, impenetrable in every possible way?” He regarded her with guarded eyes. A flash of warning, danger, flashed through his mind, that he ignored as he took a step closer to her. “I was more than that,” he breathed, his mouth just out of reach of brushing against her’s. HIs grey eyes were burning brightly, searching her’s.
She breathed in the intoxicating scent of him, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed. Her eyes fluttered closed for half a second, and before she even knew what she was doing, she leaned forward, just the tiniest bit, but it was enough. Her lips met his in a dizzying burst of energy and light, her hands flew to his chest, fingers curving around the tips of his shoulders, instinctively bracing herself against the rush of emotion and heady power of the feel of him against her. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, her lips moving against his in a perfect rhythm, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth, fighting and tangling with his, the two of them dancing in that effortless way they always did.
Finally she pulled away from him, gasping for air, for sanity. She avoided his gaze, and brushed past him, moving out the door and taking a half-dozen steps across the unkempt lawn before she stopped. She stood completely still, her heavy breathing creating little clouds of mist as the icy night air whipped around her. She gazed up at the sky, as if her eyes could discern the answers she so desperately sought from the heavens.
The moon was blood-red tonight.
The next thing he realized was she was kissing him, and their tongues were entangled with each other’s. Her scent was flooding his senses, and it felt like nothing had changed, no time had passed, they were still the same people, still having the same feelings for each other. Nothing had changed. He gently rested his hands on her hips, instinctively.
But he should had remembered that everything had changed, because soon she had pulled away, and all his other senses came back. He inhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath, make the world stop spinning. He felt the cold air flow into the room when Granger left, and without thinking, he followed her outside. He tugged his jacket on more securely, wrapping it even more around him to protect himself against the chilly air.She was only a little ways off from the Three Broomsticks, and a deep feeling of complete confusion washed over him. Marching up to where she stood, his grey eyes narrowed at her sight. “And what the bloody hell was that?” he asked bitterly, his voice filled with venom. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, hear it beating in his ears. He swallowed hard, trying to slow his heart down and make his breathing more regular. He felt like there was a knife stuck in his chest and someone was twisting it through him. He stopped approaching her when he was about a foot away.
His words came to her slowly, as if they had to travel whole galaxies before they reached her ears. She swallowed hard. The venom in his voice pierced her body like a thousand blazing knives. She turned her head slightly, just enough to see his face. She held his gaze for a long moment, before averting them just a bit to the right, her eyes becoming more unfocused. “I just…” she whispered, so softly that the wind nearly carried all the sound away, voice raw with pain. “I didn’t… I didn’t know— that— the last time we kissed…. would be the last time we kissed.” Her eyes flitted back onto his face for a moment, sparkling brightly with all the tears that threatened to spill over and run down her cheeks, begging, pleading with him to understand.
Draco tried racking his brain to understand what she was saying, and he watched her lips moving with the words, and he heard them, but it was as though she was speaking a foreign tongue to him. He tried to think back to the last time they kissed, but his world had been so blank, so empty and void; it had been like complete darkness for so long now, that he couldn’t remember when it had changed and if it had ever been anything else. He took a hesitant step towards her, locking his eyes on her’s.
“I don’t….” he paused to breathe, trying to desperately figure out what she meant, “I don’t…. remember.” The words slipped past his lips easily. Every part of him felt completely empty.
He inhaled sharply and spoke in a rush, “I do not know what you mean.”
Then he tore his eyes from her’s, lowering his gaze onto the road instead.
He almost felt like all his memories had vanished, like smoke in the wind.
She bit her lower lip hard, trying to ignore the way her eyes suddenly stung with tears. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, struggling to contain all the emotion that just waiting to burst forth, completely overwhelming her. She took a few deep breaths, the cold air stabbing her throat and longs like a thousand knives as she inhaled. Her mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening, but she couldn’t seem to get a handle on it. Everything was moving in slow motion. She nodded slowly at his words, trying to understand them. She took a tentative step towards him, hesitating for just a moment before the words spilled out of her in a quiet, desperate whisper.
“All I’ve ever wanted was you.”
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11 years ago / 22
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She stared at him, eyes widening in shock as a single tear slowly made its way down his cheek. She felt a sudden urge to reach up and wipe it away, to brush his skin gently with her thumb. But something held her arms where they were, crossed tightly in front of her chest, as if they were pinned to her body and she was frozen in place. Her cheeks flushed bright red, whether from anger or some other emotion, she did not know. Her lips parted, breathing slightly unsteady, as she struggled to pull the words she wanted from the deep, dark recesses of her brain. She licked her lips absentmindedly, and fixed her gaze on an imaginary point behind Malfoy, to the side of his head.
Finally, she spoke. The words spewing up from her soul like venom. “Of course you wanted to leave. You had always wanted to leave, and all you needed was an excuse.” Her eyes flicked back onto his face, flashing brightly with pain and anger. “Once you had what you wanted from me, you left me. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t make you happy. I was never what you really wanted. I was too much, too intense, too warm.” She smiled at him faintly, sadly. “I thought I could save you with my love, but all I did was burn you and push you away.”
Draco breathed in a steady breath, the tears gone from his eyes now. A cold, deep anger was welling up in his gut. His eyes flickered unwillingly to her lips when she licked them, but he pulled his eyes away with disgust and disdain. “And what was I to you?” he hissed, “A lump of cold, unfeeling, frigid ice? Nothing but a emotionless, uncaring, hateful piece of stone? Unmoving, impenetrable in every possible way?” He regarded her with guarded eyes. A flash of warning, danger, flashed through his mind, that he ignored as he took a step closer to her. “I was more than that,” he breathed, his mouth just out of reach of brushing against her’s. HIs grey eyes were burning brightly, searching her’s.
She breathed in the intoxicating scent of him, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed. Her eyes fluttered closed for half a second, and before she even knew what she was doing, she leaned forward, just the tiniest bit, but it was enough. Her lips met his in a dizzying burst of energy and light, her hands flew to his chest, fingers curving around the tips of his shoulders, instinctively bracing herself against the rush of emotion and heady power of the feel of him against her. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, her lips moving against his in a perfect rhythm, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth, fighting and tangling with his, the two of them dancing in that effortless way they always did.
Finally she pulled away from him, gasping for air, for sanity. She avoided his gaze, and brushed past him, moving out the door and taking a half-dozen steps across the unkempt lawn before she stopped. She stood completely still, her heavy breathing creating little clouds of mist as the icy night air whipped around her. She gazed up at the sky, as if her eyes could discern the answers she so desperately sought from the heavens.
The moon was blood-red tonight.
The next thing he realized was she was kissing him, and their tongues were entangled with each other’s. Her scent was flooding his senses, and it felt like nothing had changed, no time had passed, they were still the same people, still having the same feelings for each other. Nothing had changed. He gently rested his hands on her hips, instinctively.
But he should had remembered that everything had changed, because soon she had pulled away, and all his other senses came back. He inhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath, make the world stop spinning. He felt the cold air flow into the room when Granger left, and without thinking, he followed her outside. He tugged his jacket on more securely, wrapping it even more around him to protect himself against the chilly air.She was only a little ways off from the Three Broomsticks, and a deep feeling of complete confusion washed over him. Marching up to where she stood, his grey eyes narrowed at her sight. “And what the bloody hell was that?” he asked bitterly, his voice filled with venom. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, hear it beating in his ears. He swallowed hard, trying to slow his heart down and make his breathing more regular. He felt like there was a knife stuck in his chest and someone was twisting it through him. He stopped approaching her when he was about a foot away.
His words came to her slowly, as if they had to travel whole galaxies before they reached her ears. She swallowed hard. The venom in his voice pierced her body like a thousand blazing knives. She turned her head slightly, just enough to see his face. She held his gaze for a long moment, before averting them just a bit to the right, her eyes becoming more unfocused. “I just…” she whispered, so softly that the wind nearly carried all the sound away, voice raw with pain. “I didn’t… I didn’t know– that– the last time we kissed…. would be the last time we kissed.” Her eyes flitted back onto his face for a moment, sparkling brightly with all the tears that threatened to spill over and run down her cheeks, begging, pleading with him to understand.
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11 years ago / 22
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She stared at him, eyes widening in shock as a single tear slowly made its way down his cheek. She felt a sudden urge to reach up and wipe it away, to brush his skin gently with her thumb. But something held her arms where they were, crossed tightly in front of her chest, as if they were pinned to her body and she was frozen in place. Her cheeks flushed bright red, whether from anger or some other emotion, she did not know. Her lips parted, breathing slightly unsteady, as she struggled to pull the words she wanted from the deep, dark recesses of her brain. She licked her lips absentmindedly, and fixed her gaze on an imaginary point behind Malfoy, to the side of his head.
Finally, she spoke. The words spewing up from her soul like venom. “Of course you wanted to leave. You had always wanted to leave, and all you needed was an excuse.” Her eyes flicked back onto his face, flashing brightly with pain and anger. “Once you had what you wanted from me, you left me. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t make you happy. I was never what you really wanted. I was too much, too intense, too warm.” She smiled at him faintly, sadly. “I thought I could save you with my love, but all I did was burn you and push you away.”
Draco breathed in a steady breath, the tears gone from his eyes now. A cold, deep anger was welling up in his gut. His eyes flickered unwillingly to her lips when she licked them, but he pulled his eyes away with disgust and disdain. “And what was I to you?” he hissed, “A lump of cold, unfeeling, frigid ice? Nothing but a emotionless, uncaring, hateful piece of stone? Unmoving, impenetrable in every possible way?” He regarded her with guarded eyes. A flash of warning, danger, flashed through his mind, that he ignored as he took a step closer to her. “I was more than that,” he breathed, his mouth just out of reach of brushing against her’s. HIs grey eyes were burning brightly, searching her’s.
She breathed in the intoxicating scent of him, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed. Her eyes fluttered closed for half a second, and before she even knew what she was doing, she leaned forward, just the tiniest bit, but it was enough. Her lips met his in a dizzying burst of energy and light, her hands flew to his chest, fingers curving around the tips of his shoulders, instinctively bracing herself against the rush of emotion and heady power of the feel of him against her. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, her lips moving against his in a perfect rhythm, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth, fighting and tangling with his, the two of them dancing in that effortless way they always did.
Finally she pulled away from him, gasping for air, for sanity. She avoided his gaze, and brushed past him, moving out the door and taking a half-dozen steps across the unkempt lawn before she stopped. She stood completely still, her heavy breathing creating little clouds of mist as the icy night air whipped around her. She gazed up at the sky, as if her eyes could discern the answers she so desperately sought from the heavens.
The moon was blood-red tonight.
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11 years ago / 22
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Draco had quickly ducked his head, a light blush creeping up on his cheeks. He was so stupid, just staring at her like that, he was lucky that she had been too distracted by ordering another drink. He was about to finish swallowing his drink, and he was going to leave when he heard her voice say his name. Draco stiffened with light shock, but he slowly raised his head, his silvery eyes glittering a little. Why had she said his name? he wondered to himself as his eyes met her brown ones. Then he felt lost. “Granger,” he murmured.
Her heart stopped in her throat as his eyes gazed back at her. She tried to ignore the rush of memories that came flooding back, the scent of him, the feel of him, but they overwhelmed her senses. She swayed slightly on her feet. “Malfoy,” she whispered. She realized she had already said that, and she looked down at the floor anxiously. A faint blush stinging her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I… I don’t know what I was thinking.” She flashed him an apologetic smile, taking her drink from the bartender quickly. “I’ll just go.” She didn’t move, though. Not even an inch.
A faint, weak smile reached his lips before he could prevent it. He saw the blush creep up on her face. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, chewing on his lower lip nervously. He couldn’t understand why he felt so nervous all of a sudden. It’s just Granger. he told himself stubbornly. Just Granger. You don’t mean anything to her. “I’ll just…. go, I was leaving anyways.” He downed the rest of his drink, setting the glass onto the counter softly, and he pulled on his leather jacket while standing up. He wasn’t sure if she had heard him over the noise of all the other happier drinkers, so he walked up to her a little closer and leaned in a little, the scent of her caught in his nose bringing back memories that made his eyes sting. “I’ll see you around,” he breathed into her ear, and then he pulled away, and handed the bartender over some money. Then he briskly turned on his heel and started to exit the bar.
Her heart raced, pounding hard against her skull as he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her, lips almost brushing her skin. Her whole body felt on fire and alive, nerves raw and tingling.
And then suddenly he walked away. As if it was the easiest thing in the world.
As if she meant nothing to him.
As if she never had.
Her blood boiled in her veins as confusion turned to fury. She knocked her glass back, coughing on it only slightly, and then slammed it down on the counter. Without even thinking about it, she stormed off after him, grabbing him roughly by his shirt collar and spinning him around to face her.
“What is your problem?” she hissed, eyes flashing brightly, face inches from his. “You don’t get to just do that. You can’t just waltz into my life and then walk away as if nothing ever happened. You don’t get to be the one to walk away. Not this time.” With effort, she forced her hand to release its death grip on his collar, but she didn’t step away.
Next thing he knew a very angry girl was standing in front of him. His eyes flashed with anger, and a warning snarl came unwillingly from deep within him. Draco breathed a little easier when she let go of her grip on him, but his upper lip was still curled up in a snarl. “You think I wanted to?” he said through his gritted teeth, “You think I ever wanted to leave?” He felt like he had been slapped across his face, and his eyes were stinging again. His mouth opened to say more, but the words escaped him. Tears started to well up unwillingly in his eyes and he silently begged himself to control his emotions, to not show her how torn up he was because of her. Then he blink. Everything is over he thought as a reply to her, knowing she couldn’t hear his thoughts everything is over and I never meant a thing to you when you meant the entire world to me. He felt a tear fight past his closed eyes and slip down his cheek, burning him. He inhaled a shaky breath and opened his eyes to see her, feeling more wounded than ever before.
She stared at him, eyes widening in shock as a single tear slowly made its way down his cheek. She felt a sudden urge to reach up and wipe it away, to brush his skin gently with her thumb. But something held her arms where they were, crossed tightly in front of her chest, as if they were pinned to her body and she was frozen in place. Her cheeks flushed bright red, whether from anger or some other emotion, she did not know. Her lips parted, breathing slightly unsteady, as she struggled to pull the words she wanted from the deep, dark recesses of her brain. She licked her lips absentmindedly, and fixed her gaze on an imaginary point behind Malfoy, to the side of his head.
Finally, she spoke. The words spewing up from her soul like venom. “Of course you wanted to leave. You had always wanted to leave, and all you needed was an excuse.” Her eyes flicked back onto his face, flashing brightly with pain and anger. “Once you had what you wanted from me, you left me. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t make you happy. I was never what you really wanted. I was too much, too intense, too warm.” She smiled at him faintly, sadly. “I thought I could save you with my love, but all I did was burn you and push you away.”
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11 years ago / 22
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Anonymous asked: WOULD YOU DO A GODKNOWSHOWMUCH-SOME WITH EVERYONE ON THE RP?
FUCK YES.
IT WOULD BE EPIC.
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Draco had quickly ducked his head, a light blush creeping up on his cheeks. He was so stupid, just staring at her like that, he was lucky that she had been too distracted by ordering another drink. He was about to finish swallowing his drink, and he was going to leave when he heard her voice say his name. Draco stiffened with light shock, but he slowly raised his head, his silvery eyes glittering a little. Why had she said his name? he wondered to himself as his eyes met her brown ones. Then he felt lost. “Granger,” he murmured.
Her heart stopped in her throat as his eyes gazed back at her. She tried to ignore the rush of memories that came flooding back, the scent of him, the feel of him, but they overwhelmed her senses. She swayed slightly on her feet. “Malfoy,” she whispered. She realized she had already said that, and she looked down at the floor anxiously. A faint blush stinging her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I… I don’t know what I was thinking.” She flashed him an apologetic smile, taking her drink from the bartender quickly. “I’ll just go.” She didn’t move, though. Not even an inch.
A faint, weak smile reached his lips before he could prevent it. He saw the blush creep up on her face. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, chewing on his lower lip nervously. He couldn’t understand why he felt so nervous all of a sudden. It’s just Granger. he told himself stubbornly. Just Granger. You don’t mean anything to her. “I’ll just…. go, I was leaving anyways.” He downed the rest of his drink, setting the glass onto the counter softly, and he pulled on his leather jacket while standing up. He wasn’t sure if she had heard him over the noise of all the other happier drinkers, so he walked up to her a little closer and leaned in a little, the scent of her caught in his nose bringing back memories that made his eyes sting. “I’ll see you around,” he breathed into her ear, and then he pulled away, and handed the bartender over some money. Then he briskly turned on his heel and started to exit the bar.
Her heart raced, pounding hard against her skull as he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her, lips almost brushing her skin. Her whole body felt on fire and alive, nerves raw and tingling.
And then suddenly he walked away. As if it was the easiest thing in the world.
As if she meant nothing to him.
As if she never had.
Her blood boiled in her veins as confusion turned to fury. She knocked her glass back, coughing on it only slightly, and then slammed it down on the counter. Without even thinking about it, she stormed off after him, grabbing him roughly by his shirt collar and spinning him around to face her.
“What is your problem?” she hissed, eyes flashing brightly, face inches from his. “You don’t get to just do that. You can’t just waltz into my life and then walk away as if nothing ever happened. You don’t get to be the one to walk away. Not this time.” With effort, she forced her hand to release its death grip on his collar, but she didn’t step away.
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11 years ago / 22
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