A smile shone on her face as she caught the familiar female scent that invaded her nostrils despite not being given the chance to see the owner and was immediately whisked like a child that was going to get hit by a wagon if not caught soon.
She reciprocated the tight hold with hers even tighter than the deathly grip first initiated. At last both of them groaned from the pain they inflicted on each other.
After the long, painful and emotional display they had both enjoyed. They pulled away to have a long lasting look at each other for it has been days, almost a week.
A loud skin slapping sound echoed in the quietness of the room. Therefore enhancing the quietness for a split second.
Hermione's hand found itself glued to her right jaw where Rosalie's hand had harshly made contact with.
"Why did you do that?" The girl questioned. Her voice, raw with emotion.
Hermione palmed her stinging jaw with tears of apology washing her dark irises.
