"You are the love of my life," Y/N said. "I love you."
"If loving me comes with shame," Hermione breathed in a shaky breath. "I don't want your love."
In a matter of seconds, Y/N's world came tumbling down. Hermione's words hit her...
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Hand in hand, Y/N and Hermione leisurely strolled through the enchanting streets of Hogsmeade, their steps in sync with the soft crunch of snow beneath their feet. The gentle descent of snowflakes adorned their faces, creating a picturesque scene straight out of a winter wonderland. Their destination: Gladrags, the renowned clothing store that beckoned them with its allure.
Approaching the entrance, Y/N and Hermione intertwined their fingers, their connection a tangible display of their growing bond. Together, they pushed open the door, eager to immerse themselves in the world of fashion that awaited them within.
As they stepped inside, their eyes widened in awe. The store's interior exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, its decor befitting of a high-end clothing line. Y/N couldn't help but anticipate that the price tags accompanying these exquisite garments would match their lavish surroundings. However, her attention was abruptly diverted when Hermione exclaimed, her voice resonating through the boutique.
"What?" Y/N asked, genuine concern etching her features as she turned to Hermione, ensuring her well-being in the face of her sudden outburst.
"This is mental, Y/N," Hermione exclaimed, her astonishment palpable. "100 Galleons for a bloody dress is the cheapest they can go?" Her eyes widened with shock, and her mouth fell open in disbelief as she continued, "That's like... 500 pounds!" The sheer exorbitance of the prices left Hermione stunned, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and frustration.
Y/N arched an eyebrow in response to Hermione's remark, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Uh, yeah?" Y/N replied, her voice laced with a playful tone.
"That's how it's always been," she added, glancing at the price tag of a particularly extravagant dress. Hermione couldn't resist a teasing jab, her voice filled with playful sarcasm.
"Oh, I forgot you're rich," she quipped, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at the jest, her affection for Hermione shining through. Taking the shopping dilemma into her hands, Hermione offered a solution.
"You can buy a dress, and I'll just help you pick one out," she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of compromise. Y/N shook her head, a warm smile gracing her lips.
"No, it's fine. I'll pay for yours," Y/N insisted, her generosity shining through. Hermione raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and appreciation crossing her features.
"No, nuh-uh," Hermione protested, shaking her head. Y/N, slightly exasperated but determined, couldn't resist a playful eyeroll.
"Come on, Hermione. Let me treat you once in a while," Y/N pleaded, a gentle plea in her voice. Hermione hesitated, her gaze momentarily averting as she grappled with her response. Sensing the opportunity to push the boundaries of their playful banter, Y/N placed her hand on Hermione's waist, drawing closer in a teasing manner.
