hermione jean had never even considered sexuality, she indulged herself in her studies to think of relationships, never mind the gender of the ‘lover’.

so when strange things began happening her stomach turned, not because it was wrong, but because she didn’t understand.

the hand brushes made her cheeks flush, whenever you’d hug her she’d itch for it to last longer.

it was stupid talk, that’s what she’s told herself. it was just a silly girl crush, everyone had them, right…?

but when life progressed, and you all began another school year the ‘silly girl crush’ still hadn’t passed. the two of you had spent summer together, but she hadn’t told you her secret.

she didn’t even know what it was. just maybe, deep down somewhere, she knew exactly what was happening. and denying is easier than accepting it.

the start of school party had ended in shambles. with lips locking, and hermione profusely arguing as you stood there speechless, she’d decided running was best.

but now morning rolled around, and she knew she’d have to face it eventually as she sat down in front of you for breakfast in the hall, harry and ron sat either side of her.

“can we talk, please? i have to explain it, everything.” she murmured to you, a pleading look swimming within her brown iris. her eyebrows knitted together, determined to talk it out.