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During Hebe's first few days in France she followed her normal routine for this type of situation. Every time she had to apparate to another country, for the first couple of days, she followed the same routine. Pretend to be a tourist, transfigure important Muggle papers (she couldn't use the same ID forever), and attempt to seem like the average muggle tourist. This routine has worked for years now and she's followed it religiously. She's never bought a flat or anything of that sort and just stays at a hotel because she knows her soulmate will arrive in a week or two.
Hebe stepped inside her hotel room, set her groceries down, and locked the door behind her. Once she had taken her trainers off she immediately felt as though something was amiss. Looking around her hotel room, she couldn't see anything wrong. Nothing was missing, everything seemed normal, even the Homenum Revelio spell couldn't detect what was wrong. Chalking it up to nerves, Hebe turned the Muggle tv onto a random channel, hoping to distract herself.
No matter what channel she switched to she just couldn't seem to relax. She knows that a walk wouldn't clear her head because she's tried before and it never works. It just ends up making her more stressed instead. Checking the time, Hebe sighed before begrudgingly turning off the TV.
"The only way I'm going to relax is if I go to sleep. " Hebe said annoyed. It's not that she hated sleep, she just didn't like going to sleep this early. It was only 7:45pm, an hour earlier than when she normally goes to sleep. Going to sleep is hard when you're constantly getting this feeling that something's wrong. She tucked herself under the emerald green covers and attempted to fall asleep. It took a while-- probably about 40 minutes-- before she finally fell asleep.
It was still night when she woke up. Based on how dark it was, the sun probably wouldn't come out for a few more hours. "Tempus, " Hebe cast. She was right, the time was nearing 5am. Why did she wake up? Normally she wakes up around 8am so why is she up 3 hours early. It took a few moments but she eventually felt them. Eyes-- someone was watching her. Jumping out of bed she stuck out her wand and cast the Lumos Spell. "Who's there?! I know you're there! " Hebe shouted as she pointed her wand towards every moving thing in the room.
Just as she was about to cast the Homenum Revelio spell for the second time in the last 24 hours, a voice spoke from her curtains, “Are you ashamed of me?”
"What?" Hebe asked confused.
“Are you ashamed of me, love?” Hebe blinked and a black silhouette appeared in the corner of her room. "Stupefy!" Hebe shouted.
"Protego, " The intruder calmly said. The shield spell stopped her Stupefy from hitting them.
"Why are you here!?" Hebe pointed her wand in their direction again. She blinked and suddenly the Intruder was in the light of her Lumos Spell. Her soulmate mark was scalding hot. Wait--
"My little serpent, did you really think you could outrun me forever?" Nyx Riddle said as she slowly caressed Hebe's face, as though she couldn't believe what she was seeing was true.
"What do you mean? " Hebe asked, struggling to keep her voice straight. Her soulmate mark felt as though it was burning through her flesh now with how hot it was.
"You know exactly what I mean. " Riddle said possessively as she tilted Hebe's jaw to look her in the eyes. "I have been waiting years for this moment and I'm not letting you take it away from me. "
"You're . . . my soulmate?" Hebe said slowly. She couldn't believe this. All this time she had been worried about her soulmate wanting sex, her soulmate wanting to make children when this entire time her soulmate was none other than Nyx Riddle, the infamous witch of Wizarding Britain. The witch who, loudly and boldly, told Lachlan McLaggen that she'd rather eat all the snakes in Britain before having sex with anyone, let alone him, the witch who cursed McLaggen so badly he had to stay in St. Mungos for a month straight just to get rid of them all. She should've known that her soulmate would be her soul's mate, it's only logical after all.
Hebe practically collapsed onto Nyx's chest as she stood on the top of her toes, and smashed their lips together in a loving embrace. Nyx immediately started kissing back. Hebe sobbed in relief as she felt their soul's bond together. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had been avoiding her soulmate for years; had been avoiding 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 for years. Leaning in closer, Hebe felt their soulmate marks glow with the heat they radiated because of how close they were. Hebe parted her lips and allowed Nyx to explore.
Nyx's tongue missed nothing in her mouth as they made out. She felt herself being pushed back onto the bed as Nyx crawled on top of her. Her gorgeous ebony locks were surrounding Hebe like a void as they made out on the bed.
The only thing Hebe could see was Nyx. Nyx was everywhere. In front of her, on the sides of her, even behind her. Hebe sighed into the kiss and tangled her hands into Nyx's soft hair. She heard Nyx throw both their wands onto a nearby dresser and nearly pulled out some of Nyx's hair with how hard she was gripping it. Nyx was everywhere all at once. Hebe attempted to keep the kiss going longer as she felt Nyx pull away-- though she was silently thankful that her and Nyx didn't do more than that. Staring into Nyx's deep reddish brown eyes, Hebe realized that she was finally where she wanted to be. With a partner who wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do and would devote years of their life just trying to find her.
For the first time in a long time, Hebe was in love. "No, " Hebe said almost silently. "I'm not ashamed of you. "