Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays to all of you lovely people out there! I wrote this for camirite, as a little wanted Christmas present! Her basic prompt, her OC! ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to J.K., I do not own Yuliya, she belongs to camirite!
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Yuliya, a second year Hufflepuff, friend of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, was sitting up on the Astronomy Tower, scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. It was very late, nearing ten o'clock on Christmas Eve, and she wanted to get her homework done.
She was startled when she heard a gentle, feminine voice behind her. "Yuliya? What are you doing up here?"
Yuliya dropped her quill in surprise – it was Hermione. What Hermione didn't know was that she had a rather large crush on her, which was awkward because one, they were in different Houses, two, Hermione was a year above her, and three – they were both girls and Yuliya wasn't sure if Hermione liked her that way.
Hermione kneeled in front of her, picking up her quill. "It's cold tonight. What are you doing up so late?" Yuliya blushed furiously, pushing her glasses up her nose. "How did you get up here?" she asked softly, "It's past curfew."
Hermione smiled gently at the embarrassed Hufflepuff. "I snagged Harry's invisibility cloak. We didn't see you at the Hufflepuff table at dinner." Hermione's brown eyes found Yuliya's own – no easy feat behind her hair and fogged up glasses from the cold.
"You were worried about me?" Yuliya said softly. Hermione nodded, still looking in her eyes. She reached forward, and grabbed Yuliya's hand – putting her quill in it – but didn't let go. "Of course, Yuliya. I'm worried about you all the time."
Yuliya's eyes widened. "…What…? You are…?" Hermione nodded, a slight rosy tint coming across her cheeks. "I know, Yuliya, you don't care for me that way… You're a pureblood, I'm a muggleborn. You deserve someone better."
Yuliya could've smacked herself. "What! I do care for you that way, Hermione, honestly! I thought you didn't because you're always with Harry and Ron… and you're a Gryffindor, I'm just a Hufflepuff, and I'm a year younger than you! Not to mention you're so brilliant, my magic isn't even tamed!" "That doesn't matter." She answered softly. Hermione gently cupped her free hand under Yuliya's chin, tipping it upwards to her own, and she removed Yuliya's glasses. Their lips met.
They were both surprised by the feeling, as soft warm lips touched colder lips. Finally, one pulled away. "Merry Christmas Hermione."
"Merry Christmas Yuliya."
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Hope it was okay to those of you who read it! Happy Holidays!