A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #12 Potions Task #3: Limitation: The victim will only confess to what they believe to be true: Write about a confession.
Word count: 376
She wasn't sure if she was willing to take the risk, willing to out herself. The midnight sky didn't hold answers, didn't hold anything but dark clouds that kept her from seeing the stars. She wasn't afraid of the dark, and she knew it was fear keeping her from action, fear keeping her from following her heart.
She turned from the sky, took the stairs from the tower two by two until she reached the library. She knew she would be here, she was almost always here. Glancing around, she spotted her, her head using a book as a pillow. Romilda smiled, crossing the room, keeping her footsteps as quiet as possible. A gentle hand on the sleeping girl's shoulder, a gentle whisper.
"Hermione?"
Hermione's head flew up, her eyes wide as she looked around, as if for an attack. Romilda took a step back, holding up her hands to show she meant no harm.
"Hi."
"Um, hi? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked. Romilda stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't let fear win. She wasn't afraid. Her lips found Hermione's. A quick kiss, barely a brush, but in that moment, all of Romilda's fear was gone. She stood there, shoving her hands in her pockets and looked at Hermione, hoping she wouldn't scream at her, tell her to leave. Instead, Hermione touched her fingers to her lips, looked at Romilda.
" Okay. I wasn't expecting that. I didn't know you-"
"Yeah, well, I like you like that, and I'm tired of hiding it," Romilda blurted out, her face reddening. "If you're not interested, I mean, I understand," she babbled, turning to leave. Hermione reached out and took her hand.
"I didn't say that. I was just surprised, we don't really know each other very well. Would you like to grab something to eat?"
"Now? It's past curfew."
"So? We're both already out and I know how to sneak into the kitchen," Hermione pointed out. Romilda nodded slowly.
"Yes, I'd like that," she answered as Hermione grabbed her things. They slipped out of the library, their hands brushing against each other as they walked to grab a snack and then spend the rest of the night getting ot know one another.