To Be Told... (One Shots)

Memories in Recovery

Hermione lay in her bed, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through her shared dormitory window, she found her thoughts consumed by the memory of the kiss she had shared with Alexia just hours earlier. The sensation of Alexia's lips against hers lingered on her own, sending shivers of warmth cascading down her spine.

It had been a moment born out of desperation and courage, a moment in which Hermione had cast aside her fears and doubts to help Alexia unlock the power within her. And yet, as she lay there in the quiet darkness, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to that kiss – something deeper, more profound than mere magic.

Closing her eyes, Hermione replayed the moment in her mind, savouring the taste of Alexia's lips, the gentle brush of her fingertips against her cheek. It had felt like coming home, like finding a missing piece of herself that she hadn't even realized was lost.

A soft sigh escaped Hermione's lips as she buried her face in her pillow, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt towards Alexia, the way her presence seemed to brighten even the darkest of days.

Lost in her thoughts, Hermione's lips curled into a small smile, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she realized the impact that Alexia had made on her. It was a realization that both thrilled and terrified her, filling her with a sense of exhilaration, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

As Hermione lay in her bed, her thoughts swirling with memories of the kiss she shared with Alexia, her gaze drifted to the nightstand beside her. There, illuminated by the soft moonlight, sat a single red rose – a gift from Alexia during their Christmas break visit to Alexia's mother.

Hermione couldn't help but smile as she looked at the rose, its vibrant petals glowing in the dim light of the dormitory. It had been months since Alexia had given her the rose, and yet, it looked more alive and vibrant than ever. Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that there was something magical about it, something enchanting that defied explanation.

Running her fingers over the smooth petals, Hermione marvelled at the rose's beauty, her heart swelling with gratitude for the thoughtful gift from her dear friend. It was a reminder of the special bond they shared, a bond that transcended time and distance.

And as she nestled beneath the covers, the comforting presence of the rose by her side, Hermione felt a sense of peace wash over her. Whatever the future held for her and Alexia, she knew that they would always be connected, bound together by the threads of friendship and love.

With one last lingering glance at the rose, Hermione closed her eyes and surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her dreams filled with visions of a future filled with endless possibilities and the promise of love.

Meanwhile... Alexia lay in the hospital wing, her body still throbbing with the remnants of pain from the events that had transpired, her mind drifted back to the kiss she had shared with Hermione just hours earlier. The memory of Hermione's lips against hers sent a rush of warmth flooding through her veins, banishing the lingering ache from her body and filling her with a sense of comfort and longing.

It had been a moment born out of desperation and fear, a moment in which Hermione had selflessly offered her support and strength to Alexia in her time of need. And yet, as Alexia lay there in the quiet stillness of the hospital wing, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to that kiss – something tender and intimate that went beyond mere friendship.

Closing her eyes, Alexia allowed herself to relive the moment in her mind, savouring the sensation of Hermione's lips against hers, the gentle touch of her hand against her cheek. It had felt like coming home, like finding solace and reassurance in chaos and uncertainty.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Alexia's lips as she basked in the warmth of the memory, her heart fluttering with a mixture of joy and apprehension. She couldn't deny the growing feelings she had for Hermione, the way her presence seemed to fill the void in her heart with a sense of completeness she had never known before.

But as she lay there in the hospital bed, her thoughts consumed by Hermione, Alexia couldn't help but wonder what it all meant. Was it just a fleeting moment of connection, born out of the heat of the moment and the adrenaline of battle? Or was there something deeper, something more profound blooming between them – something worth exploring, worth risking everything for?

And so, with thoughts of Hermione swirling through her mind and a smile lingering on her lips, Alexia surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her heart filled with the promise of endless possibilities.