dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || twice scorned

{cw: vague mentions of sex}

When Kendra woke up again, it was dark outside. The lights in the living room were off, something the headache that was slowly starting to form between Kendra's ears was grateful for. The only light came from the kitchen the room over, nothing more than the dim glow of a wand. Harry was still next to her, blanket half splayed over his waist, glasses lopsided on his face, his mouth open as his head rested against the back of the sofa.

Kendra carefully stood, though she knew that Harry wouldn't wake up at this point in his sleep. She gently covered him all the way with the blanket fondly, appreciating that he had actually fallen asleep on the couch with her. It had eased her frayed nerves considerably. Silently she moved towards the kitchen, where Hermione sat at the kitchen table, wearing a dressing gown that had to be Fleur's, a cup of tea in her hand.

"Did I wake you up coming down?" Hermione asked softly.

Kendra shook her head. "I've been sleeping all day, I didn't hear you come down at all. Can I sit?"

Hermione nodded and Kendra slid the wooden chair out from underneath the table, careful to lift it slightly as she pulled it so it wouldn't scrape against the floor and wake anyone else up. They sat in silence for a moment, the house so still and quiet that they could hear the waves crashing against the beach. It was the kind of silence that was healing, where everything had already been said and they both knew that they didn't have anything to add. It was a full silence rather than an empty one and neither of them wanted to be the one to break it.

The hand not holding the mug of tea reached out to grab Kendra's without a word and Hermione offered a tentative smile as Kendra accepted the Gryffindor's hand. The waves seemed to quiet in a final moment of silence before Hermione bit her lip. Finally, she spoke. "Do you... want to talk about it?"

Kendra sighed because she didn't know the answer. She squeezed Hermione's hand slightly, reassuring her girlfriend that she wasn't upset at the question. "I'll be alright," she said finally. "I've gone through this sort of thing before. I know how to work through it and how not to work through it."

Hermione laughed quietly. "I was awful to you," she said with a sigh. "I can never apologize enough times."

"I was awful back," Kendra attested, smiling. "It's the past, 'Mione, we don't have to sit and think about all of our mistakes. We have the whole future in front of us."

"I love you so much," Hermione sighed. "And you never let me forget it, saying stuff like that."

"Good," Kendra smiled. "I never want you to."

They fell back into silence, if only momentarily. Hermione looked up at Kendra, her eyes wide and full of innocent concern, like a child who had watched their best friend fall down the stairs. "You're okay though, right?"

"Maybe not as much as you wish I was. Ok enough for me, though," Kendra admitted. Her bones still ached with echoes of the day before and her throat was still hoarse from her own screams. The haunting sight of watching Hermione be tortured was echoing throughout every inch of her thoughts. "Are you okay?"

Hermione nodded. She smiled shyly, gesturing to her bandaged arm. "We match now."

Kendra couldn't help but giggle softly at it, despite how morbid their matching brands really were. "As long as you're okay, then I'm okay."

"Do you want some tea?" Hermione asked. "It might be a little bit cold and I put in more sugar than you like for sure--"

Kendra cut her off with a kiss, her hand (the one with all the fingers still) reaching upwards, just to feel Hermione's soft, warm skin. "Sorry," Kendra apologized as she pulled away, slightly breathless even from the chaste kiss. Just the taste of peppermint and vanilla had been enough to drive Kendra wild. "I should have asked."