A mix of Hermione Granger, fluff, mad, cute, clingy. A collection of everyone's favorite bookworm.
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"I want to get married," Emma whispered. Her mother had, had enough she wanted her daughter to marry a man. She loved her best friend. "Just not to him."
"Emma, just get through tonight," she begged.
"No. I want Y/n, we love each other."
"Hush! None of that, dear, Y/n will be doing the same."
"No, she isn't, she is waiting for me. And I mustn't keep her waiting," Emma stood up. She had loved her best friend since before she could remember, and once she realized that Y/n returned the feelings they had made plans to run off.
Emma opened the door, sneaking off down the hall. She opened the door, greeted with darkness. She was scared of the dark, a hand found its way around her waist, and she nearly screamed. Once she saw it was Y/n she rested her forehead against the older's girls. "Don't scream, they'll come looking for us," she said softly. A smirk made it's way onto her face, and she leaned to capture her best friends lips.
