dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || supernova

In silence, Kendra and Hermione walked to the library together, their legs falling into muscle memory as they took the familiar walk together. Kendra found herself resisting the urge to reach out and hold Hermione's hand. The urge was not so strong that she couldn't steel herself against it with a deep breath and a reminder that they needed to first have the conversation before she would properly accept the witch back into her life.

They found themselves at the same table they had sat at for months and months, in the exact same positioning they had always found themselves in. Kendra's hand reached out onto the oak table, where L.E. was scratched into the wood and just below that, Kendra had marked her own initials only months before. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Kendra, I know I've told you a thousand times before but, I'm sorry," Hermione said, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

"I know," Kendra replied. "I'm sorry too."

Hermione shook her head vehemently. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for- there is no coherent argument you could make to me that would make me believe that you need to be sorry for anything. I was a stupid, control freak of a dunderhead, and if I had thought for just a moment before I spoke, I would have realized that and I would have stoped myself and been all the better for it. But I didn't and that hurt you, and I am eternally sorry for that."

"Hermione..." Kendra began, but Hermione looked at her with pleading eyes, signaling that she was not done yet.

"All my life, I've felt the need for control. And I've let the need for it control me. When I do that, I don't always think properly. I don't think about the consequences of being bossy, or telling other people how to live their own life, just about how if I don't do it, that there's some force that's going to come and take away everything that I've ever loved from me and completely ruin the lives of those around me," Hermione whispered. Kendra swallowed. Never had Hermione so totally bore her soul to Kendra. "It's an irrational fear, I know, that if everyone doesn't exactly follow the arbitrary rules that something inside of me has decided is the way to live that they'll die, or be expelled, or hate me forever. I know it's bad and irrational, but for years, I let it have an iron grip on me. And when it finally convinced me that I needed to give you space, to let you heal on your own because my presence was hurting you, I realized that I couldn't let it excuse my behavior anymore." Hermione paused and took a shaking breath, staring at the wood grain in the table like the secrets to the universe were inside them. Slowly, Kendra reached a hand out to take Hermione's hand in her own.

"You don't have to keep going," Kendra whispered. "I've already forgiven you."

"You deserve to know," Hermione muttered. She steeled herself, taking the confidence Kendra had given her with her two sentences to keep going. "I spoke to Professor McGonagall about seeing someone, getting help. I was diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder, but I want you to know that I'm getting help. I'm getting better, and I'm never going to let it excuse me anymore."

"I'm proud of you," Kendra smiled, intertwining her fingers with Hermione's. They sat there in silence for a few moments, relief clear on Hermione's face as she accepted Kendra's fingers between her own, both of them feeling as though a part of their whole had snapped back into place. "Look at us, just a pair of messed up girls in a messed up world."

Hermione looked at Kendra. "Kendra, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"Will you teach me how to be good again?"

Kendra smiled and leaned her head against Hermione's shoulder. "I don't need to," she whispered, looking up at Hermione's face, pride shining in her eyes.

"Merlin, you're so beautiful," Hermione muttered, staring down at Kendra. "How could I ever let myself be so stupid as to let you out of my sight?"

Kendra didn't know how to answer. She sat up, staring Hermione directly in the eyes. Her hand not intertwined with Hermione's reached up to brush a piece of curly hair out of Kendra's view of Hermione's face. She was studying her like she was a statue, a deity immortalized in crisp marble, all the chips in the stone making it all the more fascinating to look at again. "Can I kiss you?" Kendra asked, her voice soft, waiting for an answer. Hermione was quick to nod.

The hand that had moved Hermione's hair out of the way moved to brush against her cheek softly and then cup it delicately as though she was holding her most precious porcelain doll and was being careful not to break it. Kendra's forehead came to rest against Hermione's, their breaths shallow and tender in anticipation.

Perhaps Kendra was the moon, destined to forever chase the sun in the sky and never really reach it. Maybe she was just a shooting star, passing by momentarily and basking briefly in the ethereal glow. Or maybe she was Icarus, flying far too close in an attempt to reach what she could not have.

But it didn't matter. Because Kendra was remembering, remembering that when she was basking in the glow of Hermione Granger, nothing else in the world could really matter.

Their shallow and tender breaths aligned in song, their noses bumped and they exhaled in blissful mirth, and finally their lips met. And where once there was the sun, a star, the moon, an explosion of color took its place in the supernova that Kendra believed to be Hermione Granger. 

a/n: i know it's kind of a shorter chapter, but that ending came out and i couldn't keep going after that lol. also you guys are going to be very excited about the next chapter (spoilers, they're in the library for a reason) and it will be much longer than this one ( i already have half of it written I just need to write the hard part.

anyways, let me know your thoughts 😚 i really put my whole ass into this one so i hope you enjoyed it

the meme (that i edited to include kendra)

pls laugh i spent at least 10 minutes cutting evil kermit out and pasting him onto the background