Chapter 18
Astoria lay in Hermione's arms, her body still tingling from Draco's roughness. His intensity had left her breathless, but it was Hermione's gentleness that she craved. Astoria was obsessed with Hermione—her intelligence, her strength, everything about her drew Astoria in like a moth to a flame.
Being held by Hermione felt like a rare moment of solace in Astoria's otherwise chaotic world. She yearned for Hermione's touch, desperate for any scrap of affection she could garner. Draco's roughness was a price she willingly paid to feel the warmth of Hermione's embrace.
In Hermione's arms, Astoria found a brief respite from her obsessive thoughts, a fleeting sense of completeness she longed to hold onto. She knew her obsession was consuming her, but she couldn't help herself. Hermione was her fixation, her obsession, her everything.
Closing her eyes, Astoria pressed closer to Hermione, her heart aching with a mixture of longing and desperation. She knew she was pathetic, clinging to Hermione like this, but in this moment, it was all she had. For Astoria, being held by Hermione was a bittersweet reminder of the unrequited love that consumed her soul.