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Several minutes had passed, yet the awkward tension remained. Hermione had arrived approximately five minutes ago. After she arrived, Lauretta ushered everyone upstairs in the townhouse, hoping that her best friend and her would finally communicate, and not hurt each other out of spite like before.
The two sat across one another at the dining table. While (Y/n) softly smiled at her, Hermione awkwardly looked and played with her fingers. She wanted to apologise for being rude to her the last couple of times they've spoken to one another, but she didn't know how to, exactly.
(Y/n)'s not thick — she could tell that something was making Hermione uncomfortable. Once she noticed that, the Slytherin Princess did her best to break the tension, since she suspected that to be the source of her discomfort.
"So, how's your summer been?"
'An icebreaker question should be fine,' (Y/n) thought to herself; regardless, she felt like even that would screw something up, considering the Gryffindor's past reactions to things she's done.
"Good," answered Hermione, summoning all her courage to simply look her in the eyes as she said that one word.
Both of their cheeks became unnoticeably pink. The small action of the brunette only made (Y/n)'s grin wider, and she rested her face on her palm, gazing at the witch in awe.
"My branch of the family hosted the Annual Murphy Ball, this year. It's a thing my family's had for generations, and normally I hate it (gown-like dresses get obnoxious after a while), but I actually made a friend this time," she brought up, continuously hoping to put an end to the awkward tension.
"That's nice," the bushy-haired brunette commented in a stiff manner.
At that, (Y/n) sighed and tiredly leaned back in her chair. "Grangie, I'm sorry for making this uncom—"
"Don't apologise!" Hermione blushed in embarrassment at how she just exclaimed; nevertheless, she continued to speak. "I'm the one who keeps screwing things up, I'm the one who made things uncomfortable between us, so don't you dare apologise."
"I still contributed in some ways to make things like this. Therefore, I should take some of the blame—"
"(Y/n), I was terrible to you, alright? Please, just let me apologise."
"Let us both apologise, 'Mione." (Y/n) flashed a kind smile, causing the other girl's heart to beat swiftly. "We were both in the wrong, and want to apologise. Don't take all the blame, alright?"
Hermione looked doubtful, continuously wanting to take all of the blame, yet the way (Y/n) made her not do so. "I . . . Alright then, I suppose."
The Slytherin's smile only widened from that, and she proclaimed, "Great! And, I already forgave you, so there's no need to apologise further."
