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Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - No jealousy

Summary: You and Wanda have an established relationship, and you were away for two weeks due to a mission. Wanda is testing your limits, and everyone seems to insist that you are jealous.

Warnings: (+18), Smut, Switch!Reader (most dominant reader), power dynamics change, bottom!wanda, teasing, spanking; also mentions of torture, heavy past etc.

Notes: I've been trying to bring in a little bit of dom reader, and it turned out to be a bit of switch or soft!dom reader, but it's still pretty dom I think. Let me know what you think please ‘cause i’m not sure i’m writing smut correctly haha. Nota em português: Eu fui traduzir a expressão "que baixaria" e não achei nada em inglês que tivesse o mesmo impacto, fiquei bem chateada kkkk que pegar a referencia finge que é engraçado imaginar o Bucky falando isso na cena da cozinha obrigada.

Words: 5.555 K || Read on AO3

Marks: @mionemymind @abimess

Translations: Scheiße = Shit || Amerikanischer Müll = American Trash.

//-//

Avengers Compound, New York, Present.

Throwing your jacket against the kitchen counter, you sighed in irritation.

Steve was mumbling something about responsibility and morals and you have a headache.

"Are you even listening to me?" Steve asked irritated and you let out a dry laugh as you looked around for something to drink.

"Sure, cap." You snickered without looking at him, and Steve let out an impatient sigh.

"I need you to start being careful, we can't risk the safety of the team..."

"Is anyone hurt, Steve?" You interrupted without a patient, punching the countertop. Steve was startled by your sudden response, but you didn't back down. Natasha and Bucky who were entering just behind you, exchanged glances before heading outside.

"This is not the point."

"That's the only thing that matters." You retort angrily. "I will do whatever is necessary." You assure seriously. "You worry about morality in the meantime."

Steve lets out an irritated sigh.

"You're not listening to me." He resumes crossing his arms. "There are lines we must not cross, or we are no different than those we face." He continued in earnest, and you rolled your eyes, finally finding a drink under the counter, and grabbing one of the glasses from the sink to pour yourself. "We need boundaries. If you don't change this attitude, you are no different than Hydra..."

The glass in your hand breaks, startling Steve again.

"Don't ever say something like that again." You angrily warn him and he frowns worried about the shards and that you might have hurt yourself, but you just turn and walk out of the kitchen.

You walk into the first bathroom you find, heading toward the sink to clean your hand. You watch carefully as the glass falls from your skin and the wounds close up.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even though you have spent the last few hours in conflict, there is no bruise. You have even been shot twice, but no one could tell if it weren't for the torn fabric on your shirt. No one would know about the explosion you survived if it weren't for the ashes on the fabric. You were perfect fighting machine, exactly as Hydra wanted you to be.

Pushing away the painful memories that threatened to dwell in your mind, you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands, leaving the bathroom afterwards.

//-//

Hydra Military Base, Old Sokovia Area, 8 hours ago.

You rummage through the metal drawers impatiently. This mission is taking too long, and you are starting to get annoyed by the lack of action. Silence is never a good sign in jobs like this.

And then as if the universe was listening to your complaints, you heard a noise of something falling.

" Sounds to the north, I'm going to investigate." You warned your companions over the communicator, starting to move. Steve said something about waiting for reinforcements, but you were already opening the mechanical door, a pistol in your left hand.

The impact of two shots pushed you backward, and you felt something run down your uniform, and then a sharp pain. Laughing lightly, you fell to your knees.

"We got one." You heard someone mutter, and then there was a man getting up from behind a table at the far end of the room. Another man stopped hiding from one of the bookshelves, and they walked over to you.

"Sure thing, friends." You grumbled panting slightly.

"Scheiße, we got the healer." The one with the mustache muttered as soon as he looked at you closely, and you let out a smug smile as he took a step back. Your colleague was pointing his gun at you again, but you were already grabbing his wrist as you stood up and threw him to the ground.

You fought for a few moments, and you made a mental note to thank Natasha for improving your fighting considerably since the last mission, soon you knocked him out.

The other man was fighting what appeared to be a bronze door that was jammed, and you pulled the bullets out of your shirt before you pulled him by the shoulders and threw him to the floor.

" Come on buddy, I don't have all day." You warned pointing your own pistol at the man, who looked at you angrily. "Tell me what you were doing around here."

"Amerikanischer Müll" He cursed and you rolled your eyes, moving to kick him in the nose.

The man gasped in pain as he lifted his head again, his nose bloodied.

"Do you want to try again?" You asked irritated and he spat blood before speaking again.

"We come back for what is ours." He replied with irritation, and you frowned in confusion. But before you could ask anything else, Steve and Natasha rushed into the place.

Natasha was in charge of the interrogation, it was her thing anyway, and you helped Steve open the jammed door.

You entered the room next, and you choked in surprise when your gaze met the files displayed on the holograms around the place.

"So what did you find in there?" You heard Nat ask through the communicator, but you didn't answer, trying to control the anger that was spreading throughout your body.

Displayed in front of you were the files of the Maximoff twins' experiments, several pictures of the tests Hydra had run on them. One particular video caught your attention. It was Wanda, lying on a stretcher, several leather chains holding her to the mattress while Hydra sent electric shocks through a machine to her head, making her scream. You broke the projector with one punch, and Steve tried to calm you down.

"Hey, breathe." He asked raising his hands to your shoulders. You shook your head, panting.

The sound of Wanda's scream still echoed through the room, even without the image, and you grunted in anger, pushing Steve away.

Natasha blinked in surprise when you stormed into the room next, interrupting her interrogation when you kicked the Hydra agent in the chest. She took two steps back, surprised at your anger, but she barely had time to be shocked and you were already lifting the agent by his shirt in the air.

"How could you do that to them?" You asked angrily, throwing the agent to the ground. The man laughed helplessly, spitting blood. Steve grabbed you next, and you threw him across the room.

"They were always ours to play with." The man grumbled and you stepped forward again, kicking him in the face. He laughed bewilderedly, practically choking on his own blood. "Just like you."

"You'll pay for that." You muttered angrily and then punched him in the face. The man just laughed and that increased his fury. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"

The man started to choke and then he spit something out. You let him go.

"Hail Hydra." He muttered, and you had exactly one second to realize that the small device he spit out was the tip of one of the special grenades that Hydra agents have started carrying since last year. Hugging him quickly, you threw yourself against the window in front of you, and then he exploded at you as you fell through the air to the street.

When you hit the ground, you grunted in pain.

Steve is calling you on the communicator, but the explosion damaged the equipment and the noise is very disturbing, so you ripped the item out of your ear and threw it to the ground.

As your body recovered, you stayed on the ground, trying to ignore the urge to burn the Hydra to the ground for hurting your friends.

//-//

Avengers Compound, New York, Present.

Wanda was not in her room.

You let out a tired sigh as you fiddled with your cell phone, but there was no message from her about having some other commitment that would justify her not being at the compound at the time she usually was watching her favorite shows.

After you showered and put on clothes that didn't have as many battle marks, you went to visit your girlfriend, but she wasn't there.

"Friday, where's Wanda?" You asked loudly in the hallway.

"Miss Maximoff is in the northern outer area, along with Mr. Vision." Announces the AI next and you frown.

Walking towards the location that Friday indicted, you crossed your arms when you saw through the glass of the compound, your girlfriend and her teammate laughing together.

They didn't see you, seeming distracted by their conversation.

"Wow, you look scary when you're jealous." Commented a voice from beside you suddenly, and you blinked in surprise as you noticed young Peter Parker approaching.

"Missed the school bus, kid?" you tease and Peter rolls his eyes, blushing slightly.

"I'm not trying to annoy you." He says stopping beside you, and looking in the same direction as you.

"I wouldn't recommend that either." You retort, feeling an irritation settle in the pit of your stomach as you watch Vision make Wanda laugh again. What the hell was so funny.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about you know?" Peter remarked after a moment. "I don't think Wanda sees Vision that way, they're just friends."

"I'm not jealous." You lied angrily, clearly jealous. Peter didn't want to contradict you however.

"Of course not." He said slightly startled. "I just... Wanda... She... You and her are a nice couple. Even if Vision has the stone, it's not something to worry about and..."

"Shut up, kid." You grumble angrily as you turn around, deciding to calm your nerves before you lose your mind and send Vision to the moon with one punch.

//-//

Having Pietro Maximoff as a brother in law was a pain in the ass most of the time.

You liked him in general, the problem was when he teased you, because he seemed to know exactly what to say to piss you off.

When you got back to the common room, he was on the couch, playing some stupid video game, and you sat down next to him and turned on the television.

It took him five minutes before he started to annoy you.

"My sister is getting along pretty well with Vision lately, isn't she?" He comments with a smile without taking his eyes off his cell phone. You squeeze the television control harder than necessary.

"Bite me."

Pietro laughs at your aggressiveness. Wanda and Vision enter the kitchen the next moment, their laughter slowly dying down. You don't take your eyes off the TV.

"Honey, I didn't know you were back already." Wanda says as soon as she sees you on the couch, smiling as she approaches you. She kisses your cheek, and frowns at your lack of reaction. You force a smile. "What's up?"

"Relax, little sister, she's kind of green today." Mocks Pietro, and you cast him an annoyed look, before looking back at Wanda.

"I'm just tired, babe." You say, stealing a quick kiss from her. Wanda seems to believe you and then walks away, heading toward the counter.

It takes three minutes for Vision to make a stupid comment and Wanda to laugh again, and you sigh in irritation.

"Wow, that's sad." Pietro teases again in a tone low enough for only you to hear. "Maybe you should watch your girl."

"I'll stick this remote in a place you won't like." You retort in the same tone and Pietro lets out a short laugh, turning his attention back to his cell phone.

You risk a backward glance next, and then the remote control breaks off in your hand. Vision is brushing a strand of hair out of Wanda's face, and she looks surprised and slightly embarrassed by the touch. Pietro laughs at your lack of control, but you stand up next, throwing the rest of the object to the ground and attracting the attention of the other two.

You glare angrily at Wanda before leaving.

//-//

You need to punch something.

So you go back to the training room, and put on the first pair of boxing gloves you can find.

Climbing into the ring quickly, you start punching the punching bag that Steve left over from the last training session.

It takes ten minutes for Wanda to find you.

"Y/N, what was that about?" she asks slightly annoyed as you approach. You are trying to maintain control so you don't rip the punching bag off the metal stand.

"Why don't you go laugh with your new best friend and leave me alone?" You retorted and Wanda frowned in confusion, then let out a dry laugh.

"Are you jealous?"

Your next punch rocks the iron support of the ceiling.

"No, Wanda." You retort as you stop punching, and start pulling off your gloves. Wanda crosses her arms and has a little smile on her face, which irritates you even more. " I don't feel jealous."

"Oh, yeah?" She responds with irony, and you are throwing the gloves on the floor, and approaching her. She takes a few steps back, impressed by your posture.

"Tell me dear, do I have reason to be?" You ask as you approach. "Everyone wants to remind me that that damn stone makes the toaster think that you two have some kind of connection and that I should be careful." You continue and then Wanda reaches for a wall, and you rest one of your hands beside her head, pinning her against your body. "But I know better. I have nothing to worry about."

"Y/N..." Wanda starts half breathlessly, trying to keep the look in your eyes, and failing.

"Am I wrong, baby girl?" You ask raising your free hand to her cheek, stroking her skin with your finger. "Is there anyone who makes you feel the way I do?"

Wanda sighs, denying with her head next. You give a smug little smile, placing your hand on her chin, and running your finger over her lower lip.

"Then why are you laughing so hard at that piece of tin, dear?" You questioned bringing your face closer to her neck, Wanda closed her eyes as you inhaled her perfume. "Did you want to make me angry? Did you want to be punished?"

Wanda gasps low, denying with her head. You begin to deposit wet kisses against her collarbone and move your hand down her body from her chin.

"God, Wanda, you've been so needy." You comment kissing a sensitive spot on her neck and making her sigh. "Needy enough to get wet with the toaster."

Your teasing makes Wanda grunt in irritation, and you let out a short laugh feeling her tighten the fabric of your shirt.

"What's the matter, baby? Are you angry with me?" You teased, pulling your face away from her neck. Wanda looked at you with a mixture of irritation and excitement.

"Don't say such things." She says half breathlessly. "Vision is just my friend. I don't... I don't see him like that."

You stare at her for a moment, and then back away completely.

"Ask your friend to help you cum then." You retort before turning away. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh, but she doesn't go after you.

//-//

Steve Rogers is testing your patience.

He set up weekly meetings with the team about social responsibilities and hero morality and whatever other patriotic crap he was following, and this was the first of them.

It had been forty minutes since he had been talking, and you were impressed that Tony Stark was still awake.

"And so we conclude that as the Avengers, it is our responsibility to make a difference." Steve spoke as he turned off the presentation.

"I'm thrilled." You grumbled next and the room looked at you. Steve sighed.

"Do you have anything to add, Y/N?" Steve asked seriously, and you let out a short laugh.

"Oh, of course." You say crossing your arms. "Maybe the rest of the team doesn't know but this whole bullshit is only happening because of me."

"Y/N..."

"No, cap, come on." You interrupt with irony. "Tell the team why you are making everyone learn about American history."

"Now I'm curious." Commented Tony looking at Steve, who just had a tired expression.

"This is not about pointing out mistakes." Steve says and you laugh.

"No, of course not." You retort with irony getting up. "This is about hypocrisy really."

"Kid..."

"Don't even go that way!" You interrupt angrily and then turn to Tony. "You want to know what happened? Great! Let's start with the Stark bomb that dropped on Sokovia!"

Tony blinks in confusion at your outburst, and the team looks at you with surprise and concern, while Steve holds up his hands to try to calm you down.

"Please, I'm not trying to-"

"No, Captain!" You shout. "You want to talk about moral values, don't you?" You sneer with irritation. "I have a list of shit that happens in this place."

"Stop it, now!" The captain asked angrily, and you looked at him incredulously. "You killed someone!" He charges and the team looks at you in surprise. "That's not how we do things here..."

"We have killed thousands of civilians in New York." You interrupt coldly. "Every building that fell to the ground had a family on every floor. Not to mention the missions that came after." You reminded them and Steve clenched his jaw.

"That was different."

"They hurt Wanda."

"Y/N."

You shoved Steve in the shoulders, and he took a step back. Tony and Natasha stood up.

"I'm going to kill every agent that was in that lab." You tell him. "Everyone who hurt her is going to pay."

Your colleagues look in shock at your words, but you just turn away, opening the door angrily.

In the hallway, Wanda caught up with you.

"What was all that about?" She asked worriedly as you leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

"I hate the hypocrisy of this team." You retorted with irritation, but your anger subsided considerably when Wanda placed her hand on your cheek, asking you to look at her.

"Talk to me."

You sighed, touching your foreheads together.

"On the last mission, I...we found the decommissioned base where you got your powers." You count and Wanda blinks in surprise. "I lost control when I looked at the files."

"Honey..."

"Wanda." You interrupt with a weak smile. "Please, you can't agree with them."

"I don't." She adds as she strokes your cheek, "I'm just sorry you had to see it."

You shrug, letting your arms hug your waist.

"You're not angry? Or who knows, disappointed?"

Wanda denies with her head.

"I feel the same way about you." She says. "I can't think about the people who arrested you without wanting to blow up everything around me."

You laugh lightly.

"That's some shit Steve doesn't want to understand." You say next and Wanda sighs.

"I think he understands, honey." Wanda says and you blink in confusion, "It's the same thing with Bucky."

You sigh looking away.

"Shit, you're right." You grumble, and then add with a slight smile. "Maybe he was upset about the explosion."

Wanda frowns in confusion. And then she nudges you slightly when you tell her your little story with the grenade.

"Have you lost your mind?" She asks angrily. "Don't you ever do anything like that again!"

"Hey, I was saving the ass of those two mortals in the room" You complain humorously, but Wanda sighs impatiently.

"My god, this is all just because Steve must have been worried to death that something was going to happen to you!" She says and you frown.

"What are you talking about?"

"Honey, the captain is just trying to get you to behave." She clarifies. "He doesn't want you to abuse your powers, and put yourself at risk for no reason. Honestly, I don't want to either."

You stand thoughtfully for a few minutes and then sigh.

"Damn, now I'm going to have to apologize."

Wanda makes a noise of agreement with her mouth and moves closer, stealing a quick kiss from you. She smiles when you try to kiss her back, pulling away.

"What?"

"I remembered that I'm mad at you." She says and you look at her with confusion.

"What did I do?"

"That scene earlier in the gym." She says and you sigh impatiently. "It wasn't nice."

"You're being so mean." You retort and Wanda flashes you a small smile before turning away, walking in the opposite direction.

You decide that you should apologize to the rest of the team and return to the conference room.

//-//

Wanda was being a brat.

After you apologized to the team, and Steve made it clear that he was concerned and that he understood your anger, but that there were better ways to deal with what Hydra did to the people you love, the atmosphere eased a lot. And you were hoping to spend some time with your girlfriend, but she was too busy teasing you.

She spent the last few minutes cooking with Vision. The guy who didn't eat food.

You rolled your eyes impatiently as you threw yourself on the couch, a newspaper in your hands.

"This is ridiculous, honey" You mentally warned her as you noticed her gaze on you. Wanda didn't sketch any reaction as she cooked.

"Sorry, weren't you the one who said I was, what was the word, needy?" You heard her sneer in your head. You bit your lips to keep from smiling.

"Clearly you are, dear."

"And whose fault is that?" She retorted and you frowned, attracting the attention of Bucky who was standing next to you. You smiled slightly, telling him that it was just a news report about the new political changes that had taken your attention, and then turned your focus back to the newspaper.

"What are you talking about?" You asked Wanda in your thoughts.

"You were gone for two weeks." She complained, and you took your eyes off the paper to look into the kitchen. Wanda had her back to you, stirring with a spoon in one of the pots. Vision stood next to her, watching the procedure. You clenched your jaw. "I've been all by myself."

"Are you trying to piss me off, Wanda?" You ask angrily, watching the redhead meters in front of you signal for Vision to come closer to take a look at the pot.

"I'm not doing anything." She thinks sounding harmlessly, and you close the paper tightly as you watch Vision cast her a shy smile.

Bucky looks at you curiously.

"Everything okay?" He asks and you nod as you stand up toward the kitchen.

"Wanda, I want to talk to you." You tell her stopping with your arms crossed in front of the counter. Wanda flashes you a little smile.

"I'm busy right now, honey." She retorts as she returns the spoon to the pot, stirring the mixture.

"We're making Sokovian food." Completed Vision with a smile, but you completely ignored him.

"I'm going to count to three." You warn and Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you.

"I don't..."

"Room now, or I'll make you cum against the kitchen counter."

Wanda's eyes widen, and Vision looks extremely surprised. The redhead ducks her head and walks out of the kitchen, you following her. Bucky mumbles something like "for the love of god, why all that obscenity" as you leave.

//-//

There is a palpable tension in the air during the silent walk to your room.

When Wanda opens the door and walks inside, you sigh as you close the door.

"What was that in the kitchen, dear?" You ask her as you unbutton your shirt, Wanda looks at you next, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "Insinuating that I don't pay enough attention to you. Teasing me with Vision."

"I'm sorry." She mumbles softly and you shake your head slightly, taking off your shirt and standing in just your bra. Wanda blushes and takes a step toward you, but you just hold up your finger.

"I'm going to be in charge tonight, honey." You warn as you take off your shoes. "By the way, you do look a beautiful thing in that skirt. I could barely control myself during the meeting."

Wanda smiles with embarrassment, looking away to the floor. You approach, lifting her chin with your finger slowly.

"Can I undress you?" you ask and she sighs softly, nodding afterwards. You drag your finger from her chin down, around her silhouette. When you get to shoulder height, you drag the left strap to the side, and then repeat the motion on the right. Wanda's blouse loosens on her body, and you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, her breathing out of rhythm.

You raise your other hand next, and turn your gaze to Wanda. In a twist of your hands, you tear the fabric in front, and Wanda moans softly.

"Are you anxious, baby?" You ask her as the fabric falls away, and you run a finger down her torso to the hem of her skirt. Wanda swallows dryly. "You must be so wet."

Wanda sighs, closing her eyes momentarily. You begin to remove your skirt next, and let out a low growl when you realize there is nothing underneath as the material falls away.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda." You scold her maliciously, looking at her exposed intimacy and feeling your mouth fill with water. "Absolutely sinful."

Wanda sighs, moving slightly forward. You bite your lips, noticing her red cheeks. Her body cries out to be touched.

"That's no way to behave, honey." You tell her, lifting your fingers to push up the straps of your bra. "Exposed during a team meeting. Tsk, what a naughty girl."

Wanda whimpers, and you smile. "Is that what you wanted, babe?" You ask as you unzip her bra. " For me to put my fingers in you under the table? Make you come in my hand while everyone watched?"

"Please." She sighs in a husky voice. "Kiss me."

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

You give a little smile at your girlfriend's breathless confession, and lower your face to the height of her neck, just as her bra falls to the floor. Depositing wet kisses all the way down, you listen to Wanda sigh with each touch of your lips against her skin.

When you reach her breasts, you raise your right hand to play with the hardened nipple between your fingers while using your mouth on the other breast, and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open. Sucking and licking the flesh, you delight in the sounds you get from her.

"Babe, please." She pleads breathlessly. "Touch me."

You smile as you release her hardened nipple, raising your face to the height of Wanda's.

"I'm sorry, baby, but it's not going to be that easy." You warn as you squeeze her breast with a full hand. "You need to be punished for today."

Wanda sighs and then you kiss her intensely, making her stumble back, but your hand on her waist holds her against you.

Your tongue invades her mouth, and Wanda moans against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck. You smile as you lift your hands to hers to put them down.

"You can't touch." You warn between kisses and Wanda sighs, letting your tongue tangle in hers sensually.

You begin to lower your kisses again, and Wanda writhes against you, her fists clenched in an effort to resist the urge to touch you. You lick the length of her neck and one of her hands touches your waist.

"What a disobedient brat." You tease against her skin, and then use your right hand to slap her ass, making Wanda moan loudly. You wish to see the mark, so you hug Wanda around the waist, bringing your bodies together, and look down. The bright red mark. Wanda whimpers against you, her other hand coming up to your belt, and you pull away only to kiss her on the lips hard enough to leave her helpless.

As she begins to play with the beam of your belt, you slap her ass again, on the other side, and her knees buckle slightly.

"Fuck." She whimpers breathlessly, and you bring your hand to her neck, forcing her to keep her gaze on you.

"Get on the bed." You command and Wanda sighs, and then you release her. She moves to the mattress, ass thrusting toward you as she kneels on the bed, hands on the headboard.

"Will you be a good girl, Wanda?" You ask as you raise your hands to her ass, squeezing the flesh as she gasps.

"Yes."

"I don't believe you." You taunt, slapping her ass. She leans over, moaning. You spank her again, her body arching as she throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open.

Then you move forward, pulling her hair back as a hand slips between her legs, your fingers teasing her entrance and making her whimper.

"Look how wet you are, baby." You whisper against her ear, Wanda has her eyes closed tightly, her hips moving in search of more friction. "Were you missing me, love?"

"Yes." She gasps pushing her hips back, your fingers slipping inside and drawing sighs from both of you. But you withdrew them next, s Wanda whimpers. "Please, honey, touch me."

"You don't deserve it Wanda." You start against her ear. "But you feel so good, baby. So wet and hot, I can't resist."

You suddenly penetrate her with two fingers, deep and precisely, and Wanda cries out, moaning your name.

"Fuck, yes." She gasps moving her hips, you slide in and out with ease, feeling Wanda flushed.

"Look at you baby, crumbling in my fingers." You gasp, your hand releasing her hair as you drag it to her breast, squeezing the flesh.

"I...I 'm com..." Wanda begins to whimper and you smile, feeling her body quiver in spasms, the rhythm of her hips disablisting as her walls get tighter and you feel her pulsing in your fingers.

"Cum for me, baby girl." You whisper in her ear, and one stroke later is all it takes for Wanda to arch her back, coming on your fingers with her mouth open as she screams your name.

You withdraw your fingers as she falls to the mattress, turning to you next. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you taste Wanda as she looks up at you with dilated pupils.

"You taste so good babe." You tell her with a smile, and Wanda raises her hands to your waist, asking you to climb on top of her.

You slowly shake your head, reaching up to remove your pants. Wanda bites her lips as she watches you undress.

"I want to show you something, honey." You tell her after removing your clothes, straightening to sit on her thigh. Wanda sighs as she feels your wet intimacy against her. "Do you like that?" You ask watching her reaction, Wanda raises her torso, bringing your faces closer together as her hands go to your waist. "Do you like how wet I get on top of you?"

"Fuck yes." She gasps against your lips, you begin to move against her thigh, feeling your eyes spin in their orbit with the sensation.

"What about you, Wanda?" You ask slipping your fingers into her again,making her bury her face in your neck. "Look at that baby, you're soaking wet too."

Wanda moans, her hands tightening around your waist as you feel your fingers in her. You increase the speed of your movements against her thigh at the same rate as your fingers move in and out of her, Wanda begins to force her hips to keep up.

"No one makes me feel like this, Wanda." You confess breathlessly, penetrating deep. "I am yours."

Wanda moans and forces herself to confess.

"And I am yours." She retorts groaning, and you feel her walls tightening in your fingers as the feeling at the tip of your stomach tightens.

"Let's cum together baby" You tell her breathlessly, and Wanda shudders nodding. Forcing your hips against her thigh, you gasp, trying to keep the rhythm in your fingers.

A few strokes later and you struggle to keep up, your body shaking in spasms. Wanda tightens her hands on your waist, forcing you down as you move in and out of her. Wanda begins to curse in Sokovian, moaning breathlessly, and you smile, feeling your eyes roll. And then you cum together a moment later.

You collapse against her, as Wanda falls onto the mattress. Depositing lazy kisses against her collarbone, you smile as she sighs, her fingers running up your back as you pull out of her.

"Was that enough attention honey?" You tease a minute later and Wanda laughs softly, biting her lips.

You raise your head to look at her, feeling your heart soar at the image of her lazy gaze, her lips puffy and parted.

"Do you love me?" You ask in a whisper and Wanda sighs.

"I do." She agrees and you raise your hand to her neck, your fingers strolling along her chin.

"Show me."

Wanda nods moving forward to kiss you on the lips.

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Chapter II - Downward Spiral

Summary: Following the events of what has happened, Y/N herself is trying to figure out what really happened.

Warnings: Angst, Self doubt, the team being kinda mean (sorry for this one), mentions of sleep deprivation, anxiety/panic attack Let me know if I forgot something

A/N: Okay, here we are with chapter two. I don’t really have anything to say about this, more than thank you for the response and feedback on chapter one! Your kind words mean so much to me besties <3

Italics are flashbacks

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4

Two weeks. Two weeks had passed since you completely fucked up your relationship with Emily by kissing her. Or scratch that, two weeks had passed since you fucked up your relationship with Emily by kissing Maggie. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what had happened, and no matter how many times you replayed the whole thing in your head you still didn’t get it. One minute you were sitting on the couch just as Emily had come home, and she was glowing – there was something about her that turned you on so much and you could have taken here right then and there. But then you hear her voice calling your name, and with that you see Maggie in front of you – and Emily standing in the door looking at you with shock and disgust in her eyes.

Two weeks had also passed since you last stepped foot at the BAU. You didn’t want to meet the team and their judgmental looks at you. You had tried going there the next day to try to talk to Emily and explain. But how could you explain when you didn’t even know what happened yourself? How could you explain that one minute you were convinced that you saw Emily and kissed her, and the next it wasn’t her anymore?

You walked through the doors of the bullpen with a horrible feeling in your stomach, like you would throw up any minute. You were met with the team sitting at their respective seats. And that’s when you see Emily, she’s looking down in her papers and just as you are about to walk up to her, she looks up. When she sees you it’s like her eyes change in an instant, they become sad and broken. She drops everything and rushes away towards Penelope’s bat cave, desperately trying to get away from you. You pick up you pace and call out

“Emily!” causing everyone else to look up

JJ stands up immediately, gives you a look of disgust and walks away. Of course she has told them, why wouldn’t she?

“Emily please just talk to me!” you call out once more and just as you are about to walk to where she went, you are stopped by Derek. You internally roll your eyes and tell him

“Let me through Derek”

“You know I can’t do that, Y/N” he replies “She doesn’t want to see you”

“But I need to see her, I need to talk to her” you say as you try to walk past him, but Derek physically restrains you by pushing you away.

“What is there to talk about!?” he bursts out, anger lacing his voice “you have broken her, she loved you so much and now she is nothing but a broken shell”

His sudden outburst makes Hotch and Rossi look out from their offices, looking at the turbulence that is going on in the bullpen. Just as you are about to lash out on Derek, Hotch calls out:

“Agent Y/L/N my office now!” and walks into his office

You huff, push Derek’s hands off from you and start to walk towards Hotch’s office, feeling Derek’s eyes piercing in your neck.

When you walk into Hotch’s office he is sitting in his chair, looking right at you as you walk in.

“Close the door and take a seat” he utters

You close the door and walk to his desk, stopping in front of him.

“Have a seat” he says gesturing towards the chair next to you

“No thank you I’d rather stand” you answer slightly annoyed and cross your arms.

“Okay then” he says “What was that out there?” he asks

“What do you mean what was that? I was just trying to talk to Emily, and Derek is the one that caused a scene. Shouldn’t he be the one standing here?” you reply

“Y/N” he lets out a sigh and continues “You caused a scene by showing up here today, when all that happened is still fresh”

“I’m sorry Hotch but I just want to try to solve everything that’s happened” you burst out at him “And what should I have done? She’s ignoring all my calls and texts, so I had to find her somehow”

“It was a mistake to come in today” he states matter-of-factly

You don’t reply, only stand there and stare at him

“And you are going to take some time off” he starts and just as you are about to protest, he continues “You are going to take some time off until this has cooled down and that is final”

“Fine” you say through your gritted teeth and walk out of his office and the bullpen as fast you arrived.

And here you were in your empty apartment two weeks later, and you hadn’t seen Emily since. She kept ignoring your calls and texts, and she was staying with JJ. You had basically isolated yourself from the world, not leaving your apartment at all. What kept you going was that every day Penelope came by with a gift basket with food, standing outside your door waiting for you to open. You never did, so she always left the basket outside your door.

You pick up your phone as you lay in your bed, the time shows 3.23 am, and four messages and two missed calls from Maggie. She had been trying to call and text you and had been by and knocked on your door a couple of times. But you ignored her, you couldn’t face her after what happened. The pit in your stomach only grew even more at the thought of her, and what the two of you had done. What you had done towards Emily, the woman who was the love of your life, the one who you were supposed to grow old with – but you ruined that. You put your phone away and close your eyes, preparing for another night on minimum sleep – most of the night contained what happened and how you fucked up replaying in your mind, taunting you.

After tossing and turning for ages, you give up sleep once again. You pick up your phone and see that the time is now 7.27 am. And after this night of constant thinking, you had decided on something – you are quitting the BAU. How could you even go back after what happened? The whole team despises you, and they made their choice – they chose Emily. And why wouldn’t they? You were the one that cheated, they have known her longer and have a different relationship with her. So, it is for the best that you resign.

You once again walk into the bullpen with that pit in your stomach, but this time no sight of either Emily or JJ. The first person you make eye contact with is Derek, who as soon as he sees you stands up and walk towards you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks with spite in his voice

“I still work here, and I am here to talk to my boss, so leave me alone” you reply, your voice equally spiteful as you push past him.

You walk up to Hotch’s office and knock on the large door, hearing a muffled “Come in” from the other side. You open the door and see how his eyes darken at the sight of you.

He clears his throat before saying “Agent, I thought I told you...” but you interrupt him before he can finish

“Yes, I know you told me to take some time off, but I am here because I am resigning from the BAU effective immediately” you say as you place your badge and gun on his desk. Hotch doesn’t reply, he just sits there – looking at you with shock.

“So, thank you for this time Agent Hotchner” you say and is about to leave as Penelope enters.

“Sir you should look at this” she says while looking down on her tablet but looks up when she doesn’t get an answer. You see how her eyes light up at the sight of you, the first happy reaction you had gotten in weeks.

“You!” she squeaks and pulls you in for a hug “You are here”

You give her a small smile “I am Penny, but I’m not staying” you say and walk past her

“Oh, but why?” she asks

“Agent Y/L/N has resigned effective immediately” Hotch answers before you get the chance to, and you see how Penelope’s bubbly smile is replaced by sadness.

“Please before you leave can you just stay and listen to this quickly?” she asks pleading to Hotch, who doesn’t answer so you stay

“We have found something that also links the victims more than the monster they all described” Penelope says while looking at Hotch

“And that is?” he asks

“They all remember feeling some kind of sage burning before seeing the monster...” Penelope replies but you can’t hear what she says anymore. Sage, that was the weird smell you smelled before being knocked out at your apartment. You feel as if the world is about to crumble upon you, and you feel how it gets harder to breath. You stand trying to breath for what feels like an eternity, but you hear Penelope’s muffled voice calling for you – pulling you out.

“Y/N sugar are you okay?” she asks with worry

You take a deep breath and look between her and Hotch, until your eyes locks with Hotch’s

“The unsub has been in my apartment” you say with a shaky voice

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Playing With Fire

Synopsis: When things don't go quite as planned, a bitter duo is led to fight for their lives while resolving locked away feelings.

Pairing: Hermione Granger x reader

Words: 3.8k+

A/N - This was a collab with the very talented @mionemymind. They started it off and then I wrote the endings. I do so hope you guys enjoy it

Warnings - Blood, violence, mentions of injury and swearing.

Oh bloody fucking hell, how did we get here?

Being surrounded by death eaters definitely was not the most pleasant place of situations to be in. Having been separated from the boys, they found themselves being chased through the woods of all places. Trying their best to fight them off but it was proving to be difficult as spells were being fired left and right. Hermione led the charge with Y/N following in toe; stumbling forward the other collapsed to the floor abruptly. Reaching out Hermione helped them to their feet and they continued on like nothing happened.

“You got a plan, Granger?” Y/n asks, grabbing her attention. The two of them backed up until their feet reached the edge of a cliff; glancing down it had to be at least a fifty-foot drop. Hermione racked her brain for any kind of way out but it seemed hopeless. Y/N seemed to be searching for a way out too, she could practically see the gears turning in their brain. Their only saving grace was a big boulder they were using as cover.

“I’m thinking,” Hermione responded in an annoyed tone and Y/n just rolled her eyes. “I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas.”

“Well according to you, I don’t even have a brain to use.” This time, Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Are you seriously bringing that up right now?!” Y/n bit her tongue. They shouldn’t be fighting right now, Hermione knew that. It was only going to lead to their ruin especially if they didn’t come up with something soon. She watched as Y/N peered over the top of the rock, there was no doubt in her mind they had no chance of getting through the death eaters alive. They were outnumbered and who knows if they were going to bring more. Y/n turned back to the edge of the cliff. There was a loud waterfall to their left that seemingly led directly to a long river. Rocks of varying sizes lined the edge. Any wrong move and the impact would prove fatal. Y/N began rolling up her sleeves. “What are you doing?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have any gillyweed in that little purse of yours, would you?” Hermione shook her head no but still had this ridiculous look of confusion on her face. Why on earth would she have brought gillyweed of all things? It wasn’t exactly something she could find on short notice. If they encountered water they had an assortment of other ways to survive; the bubblehead charm was the first that came to mind. “Well, there’s only one way.” And before she could object or figure out what was happening, Y/n wrapped Hermione in her arms and stepped off the edge. The wind was brisk as they plummeted into freezing cold uncertainty. Hermione’s grip around Y/N tightened significantly as they sunk deeper and deeper but then the river’s current brought them back up and down a rough path; ripping the two of them apart.

The water thrashed them around violently like a little rag doll who had accidentally fallen in. Repeated dragged in and out of the water; choking up water that strived to fill their airways. It felt like a lifetime when the two were spat out into a calm lake.

Y/N finally managed to reach her again, pulling Hermione out onto the bank where they both collapsed. Hermione managed to stand; hunched over and desperate for air as her entire body filled with rage. How idiotic… no reckless, could a person be to just jump off a cliff? They could have died; at least the death eaters may have offered to let them surrender; it was unlikely but still. “Are you… bloody… insane?!” The brunette scolded between shallow breaths. “You… could’ve… killed us!” It took a moment but Hermione finally noticed. Her eyes widening as the white of Y/N’s shirt was now stained dark red as she wriggled against the ground. “What happened?” Panic set in as Hermione rushed to Y/n’s side, pulling up the shirt carefully to get a better look. A pain radiated deep in Hermione’s chest as she stared at the damage. It looked… painful and raw. Even if they had hit rocks, it was unlikely that they were the only cause. Had Y/N been hit by a spell? It would explain the stumble which Hermione had put down to clumsiness.

“I’m fin-“ Hermione brushed her fingers delicately across the skin under the large gashes, the other’s words cut off by a loud wince. Kneeling beside Y/n, Hermione rummaged through her purse in search of a certain little potion. She could fix this. Everything would be okay. Y/N would be okay. They came this far, they couldn’t stop now. She grew more anxious and frustrated with each passing second as she shifted through bottles, books and other essentials. “Accio dittany.” Hermione caught the small bottle that flew out and tossed the bag aside.

“It’s-it’s gonna sting, okay?” She said nervously but she never expected an answer because it wasn’t really a question. Hermione was simply trying to prepare Y/N for the pain. It was hard watching someone she cared about so deeply suffer in such a way. To feel like she was the cause for making them drift off from the plan. How could she have been so stupid? They should have just stuck with the boys. Then maybe this all could have been avoided; they’d certainly wouldn’t be dripping wet. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. Were they a response of concern or guilt? Perhaps both. Unscrewing the top, Hermione pinched the pipette to collect some of the liquid inside. Her hands shaking, but the blood that dripped from her fingertips was more apparent. “You’re- you’re gonna be alright.” One drop. Two drops. Y/N withered in the mud, desperately trying to muffle the painful groans that erupted from their throat. They were harsh on the ears. The pain in Hermione’s chest sank deeper. “Ju-just a bit more, I promise.” The crack in her voice betrayed her brave face. Hermione was scared. Scared this wouldn’t work and she’d have to watch someone so special to her die. Scared that even if it did the death eaters would find them anyway. Scared of the battle they would be running into. What she wouldn’t give to go back to a time when her world didn’t feel like it was crashing down around her. A stray tear descended down her flushed cheek as Hermione quickly applied a few more drops. Watching as the wounds slowly began to heal themselves. It was hard to tell if the pain was subsiding but she assumed by Y/N’s stillness that it was fading too. A sigh of relief left Hermione’s lips with the knowledge that Y/N was going to be alright… at least for now. They had to keep moving if they wanted to stay ahead of the death eaters. Hermione’s gaze lingered on the cliff they just stupidly jumped off but only for a moment before turning back to Y/N. “We have to go. We’re not safe yet.” It was going to be a struggle considering the previous injury as well as the cold that now nipped at their skin thanks to them being soaked but they had to try. Hermione placed Y/N’s arm around her neck. Helping them slowly upright but not without a little stumble first. All of their weight was placed on Hermione’s shoulders as they hobbled away from the lake and back among the trees. No words were shared between them. What even was there to say anymore?

It was close to a mile before it became too much. Hermione was struggling to stay upright as more weight was pushing against her. Y/N seemed to be on the verge of collapsing which wasn’t a good sign. “Stop… please,” was but a whisper in her ear. Carefully, Hermione lowered the other to the ground. Rolling her neck and stretching her muscles as she surveyed the area for any potential danger. “I can’t- I can’t keep going.”

“We have to,” Hermione explained, the desperation clear in her voice. “They’ll be looking for us.”

“I can’t.” Y/N hissed pathetically, “I don’t feel… good. I just… I’m gonna stay here. You go on without me.”

“I’m not leaving you.” They would get out of this together or die trying. Y/N shuffled back slowly towards a nearby tree, leaning back against its trunk.

“If you stay they’ll just get us both,” Y/N voice was beginning to drift. Hermione kept her eyes on her, watching such a feeble attempt to pretend everything was okay. “You’re gonna do so much more for the wizarding world than I-” she stopped to cough- “ever could so if one of us needs to make… it’s- it’s you, Hermione.”

Hermione? Y/N never called her that anymore; not since they broke up anyway. She always saw it as one way the other was trying to distance themselves from her; trying to respect the fact that they weren’t what they used to be. Her heart ached at what Y/N was implying now. The value of a life was not subject to how much they plan to achieve. Hermione put so much pressure on herself to get good grades, to know as much about everything as she possibly could it may seem like she valued it more than anything else but she didn’t. It was important but so were the relationships she had come to cherish. Despite their break up, Y/N would always be special to her. It didn’t matter that they often complained about studying or had a reckless approach towards magic; they didn’t deserve less because of it. Hermione may have tried to push Y/N away but they always came back. They were always there to support her when she needed it so maybe now it was time to return the favour. She couldn’t bear to see Y/N give up on themselves so easily. “Blimey, Y/N,” Hermione expressed sharply. “I’m not just going to leave you here.” There was desperation behind Hermione’s brown eyes; silently pleading with her friend to realise that they were in this together. But the desperation in her voice was masked by anger. “Are you seriously giving up on me? You just pulled me off a cliff but now it’s too much?”

“I almost died, Hermione. Chill.”

“No,” She growled, surprising her tired friend. “I will not chill.” Hermione took a deep breath, settling her nerves. It didn’t feel right shouting at someone in such bad shape but they couldn’t understand how hard this was. How confusing it was. How much guilt she was carrying right now. “The Y/N I knew would never just give up when things got tough.”

“The Y/N you knew didn’t almost die.” Despite how quietly they were talking, the bark behind their words was mighty vicious. “The Y/N you knew wasn’t… slowing you down. The Y/N you knew… wouldn’t be able to handle if she got you killed alongside her.”

Hermione sighed softly. “I’d rather die beside you than leave you alone for them to find. I’m staying. It’s not up for discussion.” Whipping out her wand, Hermione got to work putting up a protective ward around the two of them; just small enough to surround them and the tree Y/N was leaning against. Once finished, she sat down beside the other. “You have so much to offer the world Y/N. You shouldn’t sell yourself short.” Hermione placed her hand softly on the other’s knee. “I think we’ll both do great things once we get out of here.”

“If we get out of here,” Y/N replied quietly.

“When we get out of here.” Technically the odds were kind of complicated and they swung massively towards not getting out of here but for once, Hermione didn’t care for logic. “We’re gonna be okay. We just have to get back to the castle.”

Y/N seemed to drift off after that as Hermione sat beside them on guard duty. She was almost certain the death eaters would show up at any second and then it was game over. The gentle, shallow, breathing of her friend brought a bittersweet smile to her lips. Y/N was in a worse condition than she had originally thought but at least right now they shared a moment of peace. The creepy noises that often haunt forests were actually welcomed as Hermione stared under the darkening sky. It was the first taste of calmness they had experienced in a long time. It was hard not to countdown the seconds until it was ruined and they’d have to go back to fighting to survive.

The crunching of leaves brought Hermione to attention; something or someone was coming. Taking out her wand, Y/N stirred awake. “How long was I-”

“Shush,” Hermione whisper-yelled. Grip tightening her wand.

“Why-”

“Shhhhhh!” She hissed. The sound grew closer and in a flash, there were death eaters all around. As quietly as possible, Hermione stood up slowly. Y/N followed her lead but it was obvious, she was still feeling groggy.

“What do we do?” Y/N asked.

“I… don’t know,” Hermione shrugged. They could stay put and hope the death eaters don’t notice or they could fight. The castle couldn’t be much further, right? “I think we just have to keep going.”

“For real? Hermione, we can’t possibly win this, there’s like fifteen of them and two of us- we can’t possibly win.”

“It’s either we fight or wait around to die, Y/N. We can’t hide out in the woods forever.” With a heavy sigh, Y/N took out her wand too. They just had to survive. They could do that. “On three, okay?”

“I’ve got your back. If we’re gonna die, might as well go out fighting.” Y/N offers up a smile but Hermione could see it faltering. There was fear behind those tired eyes and for a second she thought that maybe this was a bad idea. The other was in no condition to be fighting but Hermione couldn’t just sit around and do nothing anymore.

“One…” Hermione returned her friend's smile, forcing her confidence to surface.

“Two,” Y/N hummed, meeting Hermione’s gaze. “T-“

Before she could finish, Hermione took a leap of faith and connected their lips in a messy embrace. It was confusing and unexpected; she wasn’t even sure she knew she was gonna do it before it happened. It had just felt right in the moment and they were gonna die anyway. “Three,” Hermione whispered against Y/N’s lips as she pulled away. And with a shaky breath, the young witch brought down the wards.

Snapping out of the moment, Y/n fired her wand directly at the group of death eaters causing a huge explosion to erupt. Solid ground and clumps of dirt went flying alongside several of Voldemort’s followers. "Cover me!” Given the small distraction, Y/n cast fiendfyre.

“What in bloody-” Hermione’s words trailed off as she witnessed an enormous wave of yellow and orange jet out of Y/N’s wand. The flames rapidly engulfed the space between them and the death eaters. The roar of burning hot flames sent the death eaters running to safety and Hermione backed up a little. Her eyes narrowed in on a couple of strays “I don’t think so.” Using the fallen tree near them, Hermione had sent it flying through the flames and slamming into the death eaters. Her stomach sank but she’d push through; death was a casualty of war. It was the only way. Only a couple seconds had passed, however, there was now a giant wall of flames towering over them. If she hadn’t been standing behind Y/N, she was sure the flames would have engulfed her. The heat radiated everywhere along with the devastation the spell caused. The flames were so bright and fierce, it almost felt like her skin was on fire. It was hard to navigate their surroundings with so much fire around them. Every so often she’d notice the flash of a spell fired in their direction and so far their success in dodging was pure luck. Blocking a curse with protege, Hermione raised her wand. “Stupefy!” A scream was cut short as they fell back into the flames. Hermione glanced back at Y/n to see a proud smirk on her face. It was a little worrying how much pleasure she seemed to be deriving from this fight or maybe she was just grateful they had each other’s back. Either way, it brought along with it a warm feeling that was fighting with the pit in her stomach.

“Won’t hurt a fly my ass.” Hermione rolled her eyes but there was a tiny, wobbly smile on display. With a small flick of Y/n’s wand, the flames morphed into that of a ferocious dragon that targeted the group. Quickly, Y/N grabbed Hermione’s hand and they ran for their life. Looking back, Hermione saw that there were still death eaters on their tail.

“Expulso!” Debris flew everywhere as two death eaters were hit with the spell. Hermione was going to cast another when she was abruptly dragged to the floor; Y/N dropped her hand to support herself. Hermione jumped up sharply but her friend remained on their hands and knees breathing raggedly. The young witch reached for Y/N but they shook her off.

“I- I’m fine.” Hermione let out a huff of a laugh, they didn’t look fine but she couldn’t help where she wasn’t wanted. Turning around, she fired spell after spell to keep the death eaters at bay as the other scrambled behind a tree. Hermione ducked out of the way too.

“Do you think you can keep going?”

“What choice… do I… have?” Hermione wasn’t sure how much more Y/N could take but they were right.

Avada kedavra. At the sound of the killing curse, Hermione was yanked flush against the other; shields in their arms. Only a split second later, the blast of green flew past them. Hermione wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline pumping in her veins or how her heart was going to beat out of her chest, but the need to kiss Y/n rose up within her. The two didn’t have much of a height difference. Y/n was only a couple inches taller, however, their faces were only centimetres away. As Y/n peaked to see their enemy, Hermione’s breath had caught in her throat. For just a moment, Hermione was awestruck at the person in front of her. This was the very same Y/n that she had consistently lectured for not taking her classes seriously. The same person that joked alongside Fred and George at any possible moment. This was the same person that just saved her life. Snapping out of her thoughts, Hermione caught Y/N’s gaze, “Do you have a plan?”

With a devilish smirk, Y/n responded with, “Dance with me, Granger.” With no other thought in mind, Y/n grabbed her hand and spun her out into the open. A very confused Hermione Granger shot the other a confused and somewhat annoyed look but as the death eaters focused on her, spells were shot back in defense.

“Sectumsempra!” The enemies came to an abrupt stop before collapsing to the floor. Hermione wasn’t familiar with that spell, only heard it in passing when Harry mentioned it. Where had Y/N even learnt it? With only two left, the duo quickly yelled, “Expelliarmus!”

After disarming them, Hermione sent another explosion towards them, completely obliterating the enemy. With heavy breathing, the two glanced at each other with small smiles. They had done it. But as quickly as the moment arrived, it was soon ruined by the distinct call of more death eaters. With all the energy they had left, Y/n ran towards Hermione and had started another infernal spell. This time, the flames surrounded them in a circle causing mass damage to any that stepped close. “What is your obsession with fire?” Y/n smirked at Hermione and grabbed her hand once again. Creating a gap in the fire formation, the two of them ran as fast as they possibly could.

How they managed to get to the castle despite all odds was beyond anyone’s guess but they did it. They managed to get to the castle with just a few scratches and smoke. Y/N still looked like she could do with some TLC but there wasn’t exactly time.

“That was-“ Hermione started at the same time as her friend decided to speak.

“So-”

The two bore tired smiles. “You go first.”

“I was just gonna say that was… crazy. I think I’m ready for bed.”

“You could do with it, you look awful.” Hermione teases, hoping it didn’t come across as offensive.

“That’s the look I’m going for- I call it my almost died in the middle of a war look.”

She chuckled a little. Hermione knew better than to think the fight was over, it was far from, but being here right now with Y/N, she felt nothing short of content. “I’m surprised we made it back here. I thought for sure we wouldn’t make it.”

“Is that why you kissed me?”

With a look of bewilderment, Hermione looked towards the other; however, she wasn’t confused at all. “What are you referring to?”

With a strained groan, Y/N pushed themselves up from against the wall. “Before everything happened? You just kissed me out of nowhere.”

“Yes?” Hermione shrugged a little.

“So maybe we should… talk about it?” Y/N’s voice grew quieter towards the end.

“It didn’t mean anything,” She bit back defensively but her cheeks were dusted in a deep shade of pink. “I just got caught up in the moment and thought we were gonna die.” Had it meant something? Did her heart betray her head by holding on to lingering feelings for the other? “We’re not getting back together if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t,” Y/N’s voice was sickeningly sweet which suggested she was lying. She wore a knowing smirk; one Hermione knew well and often didn’t like. Could she see through the walls she was very quickly putting back up. “I just… it was nice is all. Unexpected but nice.”

It was nice; Hermione thought so too. It felt nostalgic. Reminded her of old times back when things felt normal… well, normal for Hogwarts. It was a time she would willingly go back to right now. Maybe the kiss had been a result of a desire to return to those times. A desire for comfort in the arms of a former lover before their demise that never came. However, it didn’t feel right to leave the questions unanswered. Hermione took a deep breath. “I-” A loud bang bounced off the walls of the castle, startling the two of them. They couldn’t be sure what the cause was or even where it came from but they probably shouldn’t wait around to find out. They may as well run back into danger, not to mention, they needed to find the boys. “We’ll continue this later,” she reached for Y/N’s hand and offered up a brave, determined smile. “Let’s go.” Hermione knew the conversation didn’t end the way she wanted, but deep in heart, she knew it was open to new possibilities.

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