#Hermione granger x you

[nottsangel]

FOURTEEN. face sitting — hermione granger

warnings — smut 18+. face sitting. cunnilingus.

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“stop it! i have tons of work to do first.” hermione sternly snaps at you, her deep brown eyes not leaving the book on her lap as she sits cross-legged next to you on the bed, her brows furrowed in both irritation and focus.

“baby, please. just let me take care of you. i can see how stressed you are. it’s not healthy!” you pout, leaner closer to her, only wanting just a little attention from your hard-working girlfriend who’s been studying for hours already.

“i told you already, i’ll— hey! let go of that, now!” hermione’s words are cut short when you snatch the book from her lap and place it on the floor beside you, just out of her reach. she tries to climb over you to grab the book, but you stop her right when she sits on your lap, your hands holding her down by her hips.

“honestly, you’re impossible!” she huffs, but you feel her gradually melt under your touch, and her stern facial expressions quickly soften right after, the weight of studying lifting off her shoulders. your hands move to cup her face, pulling her closer to kiss her, and she lets you, her tongue slipping into your mouth as it dances with yours.

“come sit on my face, please?” you murmur against her lips, and she hesitantly nods— it goes against all her values to get distracted in the middle of studying and give herself a break, but oh, how desperately she needs one, her body tense from hours of sitting upright.

you quickly help her remove her skirt and panties, tossing them aside, her movements as frantic and rushed as yours, making it clear that she’s desperate for some relief. you guide her on top of your face, her soaked pussy pressing against your lips, and you waste no time before you start eating her out like it’s your last meal on earth.

“oh, yes… just like that!” she moans, her pretty eyes slowly fluttering shut as her lips part in sheer ecstasy. your hands find their way to her ass, pulling her closer to you as you fuck her with your tongue, tasting her delicious wetness and devouring it in a frantic manner.

“mhm, that’s it, love. come for me.” you whisper against her soaked cunt, your tongue alternating between teasing her entrance and drawing circles on her clit. you can tell she’s close— her hips moving more urgently on top of you, nearly suffocating you, and her moans growing louder, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

and it doesn’t take long before she finally reaches that peak, as she comes right on your face, her juices dripping down onto you. you eagerly slurp it all up, savouring every last drop of her release as she moans your name loudly, her hands tightly gripping on the headboard for support.

her chest rises and falls as she comes down from her high, trying to regain her breath. your fingers trace slow, soothing circles on her bare skin, helping her relax as she slowly opens her eyes and looks down at you with a flushed face, cheeks rosy from pleasure.

“and…? feels better now, hmm?” you tease, one brow lifted in curiosity. hermione rolls her eyes, but can’t quite suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

“well… maybe. but don’t you dare distract me again!”

“we’ll see about that.”

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[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n, texting Hermione: Hermione! Help I'm being kidnapped.

Hermione: Where are you?

Y/n: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Hermione: I'll call George.

George, answering his phone: Hello?

Hermione: Where's Y/n? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

George: Y/n? What you mean, they're right next to me-

George:

George: I'll call you back. *hangs up*

George: MY NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD!

Y/n: WHO ARE YOU?!

[lionizingheathen]

Let it be me - H.G.

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Eating your best friend Hermione out for the first time.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, oral sex, fingering, nipple play

Smut under cut

Being best friends with someone as gorgeous as Hermione Granger was not for the weak, it’d turned you into a fucking freak, all you could think about was getting on your knees and spreading her thighs, hearing her whimper as she tugged on your hair… These fantasies were fine in your bedroom where you could simply get yourself off, but you were in her living room, there was nowhere to go…

And she was sitting with her legs open in the cutest sleep shorts you’d ever seen in your life, and all you could think of was pulling them off her hips and burying your tongue deep inside you.  You clenched your fingers on your pants, clearing your throat.

You couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Hermione." You asked, looking over at her as a slight smile twitched on her lips, her eyebrow flitting up… Fuck, there was something so sexy about the way that she just existed, it made you want her in the filthiest ways possible, as wrong as it really was. She was your best friend, if you had any tact or patience left, you’d probably abandon ship right now… But you didn’t have an ounce left.

"Y/N." She said, still not looking up from her book. You licked your lips, swallowing on a dry throat as you shifted closer, reaching out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear as your heart pounded in your chest, begging you to give up.

But you couldn't.

“Could I eat you out?” You asked, watching as Hermione's eyes widened, her book falling from her hands as she looked over at you, shocked. God, you wanted to back pedal so hard, but you were too far gone already, it was now or never

Hopefully it wouldn't ruin your friendship, that would destroy you.

“Huh?” Her voice was high and nervous as she said that, making you laugh as you leaned a little closer, noticing that she seemed intrigued, which was a good sign.

“I… Really don’t think I slipped up my words, I think I just asked if I could eat you out.” You traced a finger down her cheek before she brought a hand up to cover yours, looking over at you nervously.

“Do you want to?” She asked, and you nodded quickly.

Obviously, you wouldn't have asked if you didn't want to.

“Fuck yes.” You leaned closer, pressing a kiss below her ear before you spoke into it, noting how her breath caught in her throat. “I’ve been wondering how you taste all fucking night.” She pushed your face away, shaking her head as she did.

Shit. You were ready to take it all back, but then you noticed the little bit of a smile on her face.

“Did someone slip you veritaserum?” Hermione asked, sounding breathless as you chuckled, shaking your head, your hand sliding on her thigh... You weren't sure who would be slipping you veritaserum in her living room, but you could humor her.

“No, I’m just trying to be bold because the nice, slow approach wasn’t getting me anywhere.” You stopped your fingers just shy of her cunt, looking at her for any sort of indication. “Can I?” You asked and she sighed, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her thighs.

You withdrew your hand, not wanting to overstep a boundary, but she was quick to grab your wrist and put it back, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“No one’s ever… Done that with me before.” Oh. “I mean, I haven’t let anyone, I’ve had people ask but I always got nervous.” She said, and you nodded, resting your forehead on her upper back as you traced patters on her upper thigh.

You didn't care if no one else ever had, you just wanted to know if you could be the first.

“Listen, if you’re not comfortable then I won’t push, but if you want it and you’re okay with it being me, I’d love to be the first face you’ve ever cum on.” You said, smiling at the way that she whimpered, covering her face with her hands before she bent fully over again, seeming both embarrassed and a little turned on.

A little turned on was what you were hoping for... You didn't wanna freak her out.

“Merlin, that makes me sound lame… I’m thirty and I’ve never had anyone go down on me.” She said, her voice muffled by her hands, but all you did was shrug.

Sex wasn't a race; everyone could go at their own pace.

“So?”  You lifted her head, placing a hand on her cheek as you stared into her deep brown eyes, your heart catching in your chest... All of the good things in the world were behind those eyes, you were sure of it. “You’re also high ranking in the Ministry… You’ve had other priorities, that’s okay.”  She smiled, pressing her face into your hand as you cleared your throat... Okay... Okay, you could do this. “But I can also catch you up on that milestone right now, if you want.” You offered, and for a terrifying moment, she said nothing and then she looked away from you, neither of those being the things that you were hoping for.

“I…”  Her mouth opened and closed before she cleared her throat, looking at you nervously, her leg bouncing. “What if I taste weird?” You chuckled, shaking your head. If she did, that was no big deal, but you had pretty good faith that she was going to taste as good as she looked.

“You won’t.” You said, and she grimaced, shaking her head, clearly too lost in her own thoughts to listen to you.

“What if I do?” You gripped her chin, making her look you in the eyes, noting how she gasped and how her vision trained down on your lips.

Cute.

“You won’t.” You let out a shaky sigh, cupping her face once more. “Please, Hermione…” You slid down to your knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact as her eyes widened. “Please.” She bit back a moan, shaking her head as if she was in a trance before she looked up at the ceiling, puffing out her cheeks.

Just go for it, baby.

“Fuck… You… Look really good on your knees I never needed to know just how good you look on your knees…” Hermione gasped, and you chuckled, spreading her legs a little bit so that you could come between them, slipping your hands up her stomach, bunching her shirt up a bit as you rested your chin against her upper stomach.

“I’m begging you, Hermione.”  You pressed a kiss there. “Please.” She gasped heavily before nodding.

Fuck yes.

"Okay… Fine, okay.” You leaned up, pressing a kiss to her lips, swallowing her gasp as she tugged lightly at your hair, legs closing around you instinctually. “Mmm…” You pulled back, grinning at her.

"Figured starting with a kiss would be good-.”  She had a determined look as she pulled you in again, slipping her tongue between your lips, making you shiver. “Mmm…” You kissed down the side of her neck, hands slipping under her top to cup her breasts so that you could tug at her nipples harshly, feeling something in you release.

This was heavenly.

"Ha… Ohmygod… Fuck… Take my top off.” She gasped, and you nodded, pulling back to pull her top over her head, your mouth dropping open at the smooth, dark skin that was slowly exposed. You stared at her breasts, squeezing them in your hands, rolling her nipples between your fingers as you squirmed.

You wanted her forever.

"Jesus Christ…” You mumbled, and Hermione cleared her throat, looking away from you, clearly embarrassed.

“Stop staring.” You shook your head.

How the fuck were you supposed to look away from someone who was the definition of beauty.

“I can’t help it… I’m in awe of you.” You said, and Hermione shook her head, frowning.

"Stop..." You bent down, pulling a nipple between your teeth as she gasped, high and needy.

"No." You mumbled against her skin, your hands travelling lower to shuck her pajama shorts off. "I won't." You said firmly, pulling back to nudge her thighs open, your breath catching in your throat.

She was so wet, needy, and spread out for you.

"Fuck..." She whined, making you look her in the eyes... She was desperate, needy... Shy.

You sighed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

"You're so wet." You pulled back, looking down as you did... You just couldn't take your eyes away from her. "Already so wet." You mumbled, tracing your fingers over her cunt, watching as they came away glistening even though you hardly even touched her...

Shit, this was gonna be so fucking good.

"Always am around you." Hermione mumbled, and you smirked, raising an eyebrow as you looked away from her cunt and back to her face.

"Is that so?" You asked, and she rolled her eyes, pushing your face away as your hand inched lower.

You wanted to be inside her.

"Get that look off your face, come on... Oh.... Fuck..." Hermione gasped, and you looked down, your own mouth dropping open when you realized that she'd taken your fingers so quickly that you'd hardly even been able to process it... She was so warm.

And so fucking wet. You slid your fingers out of her before slamming them back in, loving the gasp that came from her and the wet sound it made with each thrust.

This was heaven.

"Sorry, couldn't resist... You took my fingers like they were nothing." You breathed, ghosting a kiss over her lips as she whimpered, cupping your face to give you a serious look.

"Curl them." She said, and you furrowed your brows... You were almost sure that she meant for you to curl your fingers, but your brain was working at like... Maybe half of its normal power right now.

"Huh?"

"Curl them... And use your damn tongue." She groaned, her head hanging back on the couch as she spread her legs further, bringing her free hand behind your head to push your face between them, making you gasp into her cunt, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, the taste.

"Mmmph..." You groaned, sliding your tongue over her as you sighed, looping your free arm around her lower back as you nodded, curling your fingers deep inside of her, hearing her whimper as she ground on your face, a heavenly feeling that you were sure that no one would ever be able to replicate. "Taste so good." You mumbled, hearing Hermione let out a high whine.

"Holy fuck... Yes, yes just like that, please."

"So polite-." She tugged your hair hard, pulling you back in in the sexiest most non-Hermione way possible.

"Don't fucking stop." She groaned, which wasn't something that you needed to be told - you never wanted to stop anyway, there was no way that you'd just pull away with no reason.

"Mhm." She ground her hips against your face quicker, allowing you to bury your face in her cunt.

Fucking hell.

"So good, so fucking good... Better than... I ever... Fucking imagined." Hermione whined, and you smirked against her cunt, your ego soaring at the realization that Hermione had imagined you like this before... Part of you wanted to tease her, to ask exactly what she'd imagined, but you didn't want to stop right now, you were loving this too much.

"Ha." You groaned, lapping up her cunt as you curled deep inside her, feeling how she squeezed around you.

Good girl.

"Y/N..." Her voice was wrecked, sounding like she was moments away from cumming... Cum for me, cum for me... Please cum for me.

"'M cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming, oh my god..." She whined, grinding against your face as you let out a groan of relief, rubbing your thighs together to ease the burn there... You wanted to focus on her, not on your own arousal, overpowering as it was.

"Mmmm..." You kept going, desperate to feel her cum again as she whined, high and desperate, trying to run from your touch.

No. Don't. Don't run.

"Y/N, baby... Baby, I just... I'm so..." Her back arched as she scratched at your scalp, shuddering her way through another sudden orgasm. "Fuck!" You moaned heavily, pulling your fingers out of her so that you could pull her closer, not wanting to be done with her yet...

But she batted you away before you could.

"No more..." She mumbled, and you nodded, pulling back quickly as you looked up at her, seeing her chest rising and falling rapidly... Fuck, that'd been...

Well, it'd been amazing to you.

"How was that?" You asked, and she let out a lazy chuckle.

"Are you joking?" She mumbled, sounding exhausted in a way that made your heart swell with pride, but you didn't want to be premature - you wanted to make sure that you should really be proud right now.

Premature celebration would be a bit embarrassing.

"No. I wanna know." You said, wiping your mouth off carefully as you traced on her legs, trying to keep yourself calm. She uncovered her eyes, leaning forward a bit as she spoke, still looking dazed.

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life." Hermione gasped, a large smile on her face as you kissed over her thighs, gently pulling her to your chest once you were seated beside her again, watching as she flicked her wand to bring a blanket over to the two of you, settling it over your entwined bodies.

"Good." She was quiet for a moment, pensive before she looked back up at you.

"Next time, you should let me get you off." Hermione said, and you raised an eyebrow.

Oh?

"Next time?" You asked and she snorted, nodding like that was a given.

"Obviously." She cupped your cheek, kissing you slowly before she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours. "I'm too smart to let you get away." She murmured and you grinned, nodding.

You weren't trying to leave.

[sundrop-writes]

The Restricted Section

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter

Summary:

Harry wishes that Hermione would just relax. Just because he doesn't know the exact source of a hand-written spell in an old textbook doesn't mean that it's completely evil.

Intent to prove her wrong, he dawns his Invisibility Cloak and sneaks off to the Restricted Section of the library, looking for a more solid source of that spell - and he completely forgets everything that he set out to do when he finds Hermione along the way, doing something (or rather, someone) in a secluded corner of the library that is definitely not studying. (Something that he'll never be able to get out of his mind ever again.)

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter. Accidental Voyeurism upon an Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Half-Blood Prince.

Word Count: 4,400

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this fic is primarily smut focused; there is some very vague plot - Harry and Hermione have an argument because Hermione doesn't like the Half-Blood Prince's book and wants Harry to get rid of it (and they are still not on good terms when the smutty stuff comes up); passing mention of a hex that gives you boils that never heal; the primary pairing in this fic is between Hermione and the reader, and Harry spies on them having sex using his Invisibility Cloak - that does mean that this fic has dubious consent and dubious morality, because Harry never asks for their permission to watch and never reveals himself to them, and during the course of this fic they also don't find out that he's there (if this is the kind of thing that makes you uncomfortable, then I would recommend moving on to one of my other fics); the reader has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; the reader's looks - including race, hair colour, skin tone, etc. are not described in anyway; there is use of Y/N in this fic; the reader is a Gryffindor in this fic (I wanted her to be closer with Hermione, sharing a dorm with her, and be closer to the trio in general); Harry has had a crush on the reader for a while before this, but this is the first time he views Hermione sexually past his platonic friendship feelings for her; accidental voyeurism - Harry does not intend to spy on the girls, but once he discovers them, he doesn't stop watching; semi-public sex - Hermione and the reader are fucking in the library, but they are fucking in a much more secluded part of the library where Hermione knows that someone is less likely to discover them; there is some sub/dom dynamics - Hermione and the reader having a pre-existing sub/dom relationship where Hermione is very dominant and the reader is submissive, and Harry is understanding those dynamics as he observes them; Hermione calls the reader: little girl (not as indication of her size, but as a form of degradation and condescension), little bitch, little whore, slutty, brat, darling,; Hermione demands to be called 'Mistress'; Harry is a switch - he imagines himself as both dominant and submissive in his fantasies; (Harry as a 'sir' kink in his fantasies); mentions of creampie kink (one of Harry's fantasies); Hermione is very mean and condescending toward the reader; brat taming/punishment and reward - the reader has 'misbehaved' and Hermione seeks to correct it; degradation kink (towards the reader); Hermione fingers the reader; Hermione uses the reader's tie like a leash; lots of dirty talk (from Hermione); Harry considers masturbating but does not (because he fears getting caught) (and there is a mention of him masturbating to thoughts of what happened in a more private space afterwards); pussy spanking/clit spanking (from Hermione towards reader) and ass spanking (towards reader - just once) (no severe pain kink); orgasm denial (towards the reader); I believe that's it.

A/N: This was such a random idea that zapped into my head that demanded to be written. People were asking for Hermione x Fem!Reader smut and it was something I really wanted to do, but I only really felt inspired to do it when it occurred to me to write Hermione through Harry's eyes. To talk about her going from this very non-sexual being to someone so sexually powerful in his eyes - it was something really fun. And I am so glad I actually managed to squeeze this one in and finish it before the poll for the other fic finished up. I feel like this is such a fun, Harry Potter based idea that uses themes and elements unique to the series. And it's wonderful, filthy horny smut. So I hope that you guys enjoy!!

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Harry really didn’t understand Hermione sometimes. 

She was an amazing friend, someone that he wouldn’t trade for the world - someone so wonderfully loyal, smart, and fun to be around during the times when she let herself actually relax and untense. But during the times when she had that intensely large stick up her arse, she could be the biggest pain in the world. Sometimes, it was like she stayed up late in her dormitory, just thinking of ways to drive Harry and Ron utterly mad. 

Yes, Harry knew that his particular fascination with the Half-Blood Prince’s book was not exactly… normal. But Hermione’s attachment to a lot of her books was never normal either. And just because the book was old didn’t mean that it was bad. Just because Harry was fascinated by it didn’t mean that there would be negative consequences. 

There was no reason for her to go off on a long tangent about ‘dark magic’ and ‘the Latin origins of spells’ when he had asked her about a hand-written spell that was in the book. Something that spiralled into a huge argument between the two of them when he refused to hand over the Prince’s book once she had asked him where he had gotten the spell. To her, it was something that sounded very dangerous, and she complained that therefore, the whole book was dangerous. He complained that she had a knot in her knickers because he had just been asking if she knew what the spell was or not, if she had heard of it before - it’s not like he had any intentions of actually using it. 

And then Hermione had warned him that he should simply throw the book away and he told her that she was just jealous that he was actually getting better grades than her in a class for once, and the night ended with her huffing off to bed and stomping up the stairs - and the two of them hadn’t spoken in over a day because of it. Ron was nagging both of them to make-up - but Harry was chuffed, honestly. For once, Ron knew what it felt like to be between two feuding friends, trying to mend the fences. 

Harry wasn’t going to apologise. 

Hermione wasn’t the queen of everything. She couldn’t just demand things from him and expect him to follow suit. He had his own brain, despite what she thought, and he could make his own judgements. Harry had no plans to use the spell if Hermione thought it was dangerous, and he had just been asking about it out of curiosity. But he was more peeved that it led to her demanding that he throw the book away or destroy it, like she held some authority over him, like she was his damn mother or something. 

This left Harry stewing in his annoyance as he made his way to the Restricted Section of the library the next night. He was still curious if the spell had any other known origins - another spell book, some kind of book about dark magic. Hell, he would revert to a Latin textbook if he was desperate, just to get a leg-up without directly asking Hermione. But he was headed to the Restricted Section first - because as much as she was annoying, Hermione usually was right. 

He was feeling confident and perhaps a bit cocky to find the source of the spell and wield some more knowledge over her that she didn’t have. For once. 

Harry had dawned his Invisibility Cloak for this task, of course. It wasn’t past curfew yet, but the library was about ten minutes from closing, and he knew that it would be easier to sneak in before Madame Pince locked up and stay there well after dark, taking his time in order to find what he needed. And any trip to the Restricted Section without a note from a professor giving permission required such a disguise. 

The library was practically deserted due to the late hour - most students having wandered off to bed like good rule followers. Harry wasn’t surprised when he heard a particular, familiar voice coming from an isolated area of small desks study carols back between a few towering book cases. Of course, she would think that this would be the perfect place to get her work done, undisturbed. He couldn’t hold back from rolling his eyes when he heard that voice taking on her usual scolding, bossy tone. 

“I am not at all pleased with you, you know that?” 

It was Hermione. 

Harry knew for a fact that Ron was in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, his face unpleasantly glued to Lavender’s once again, so he wasn’t the one in the path of Hermione’s wrath this time. Harry had to wonder who exactly had come on the other end of her up-tight, nosy fortitude. 

He had seen Hermione usher you off to the library after class earlier that afternoon, saying something about the mark on your last Transfiguration essay being ‘far below your usual standard’, and talking about how you ‘needed to follow her study schedule more closely’ - and Harry had felt sorry for you at the time, if anything. The fact that you would have Hermione hovering over your shoulder, bothering you all afternoon, marking all your work and making you redo it to her incredibly high standards. 

Sometimes, he felt sorry for the fact that you had to share a dorm with her. That you couldn’t escape Hermione even for a peaceful night of slumber. 

But surely the two of you hadn’t spent this long in the library together. Even you wouldn’t take three or four hours to do your homework up to Hermione’s standards. She would have freed you by now - and with any luck, you would be off somewhere, snogging some lucky bloke - (Harry couldn’t let that particular train of jealous thought get to him right now). 

“Little girl, am I going to have to get mean with you?” 

Hermione’s voice came again, just as bitter as usual, and then it clicked with Harry. 

No, it wasn’t you, perhaps Hermione was taking out her anger on a couple of First Years for not doing their homework, getting on the wrong end of Hermione’s ill-guided Prefect power that she wielded like a presidency. Harry held back a scoff of laughter, and he couldn’t help the urge to move toward the sound of her voice, eager to see what exactly was going on. 

“Stop being such a whiny little bitch - you asked for this. Now shut up and take it like a good little whore.” 

Those words - those words in Hermione’s voice - immediately smacked Harry in the face harder than any stunning curse ever could have. He craned his neck around the bookcase in front of him so hard to see what was happening that he harshly smacked one of his shoulders, nearly giving himself away with the noise and having to strangle down his cry of pain in order not to be caught. 

However, after a moment, he came around the corner completely and rested against the bookcase comfortably as his eyes took in the utterly unbelievable sight at the other end of the aisle. 

Holy fuck. 

Holy… fuck. 

It was you. 

You and Hermione. Hermione and you. 

You and Hermione looking like some sort of unbelievable pornographic dream. 

Hermione had you pressed up against a desk, your legs spread wide for her with your arse just balanced on the edge of the table while she stood between them - it took Harry’s very stunned brain a moment to process it, but he realised that her arm working furiously between your thighs like that, pistoning back and forth while you spread your legs wider and leaned into the touch could only mean one thing. 

She was finger-fucking your pussy. 

Harry had no clue how he hadn’t picked up on the other sounds previously, especially not in the dead quiet of the library. But it was blatantly fucking clear to his ears now. The sound of your wetness sliding against her fingers, so beautifully sloppy - he could only imagine how slick you were, how pretty your cunt looked around her fingers, which were usually only meant for gripping quills or turning the pages in her next book. Along with your repressed moans, barely caught in your chest where you were biting your lip raw, clearly trying your best to stay quiet - the sounds coming out, as Hermione had described them: whines, as though you were a needy bitch in heat. 

Harry was in utter shock. 

Never, in a thousand years, would ever have imagined Hermione Granger looking at you with crazed heat in her eyes, her stern brow and disappointed frown somehow so perfectly fitting for the situation. Scolding you in her bossy voice while she held on tight to your Gryffindor tie like a leash, keeping your posture tight and straight as she finger-fucked you in the most rough, harsh way that Harry could have ever pictured. 

Hermione - uptight, bookish, rule-bound Hermione - fucking you in the library where anybody could have caught the two of you. It seemed so wildly unimaginable, and yet - when more scolding words came out of her lips in that bossy tone, it seemed… so terribly fitting for her. 

“You’ve been such a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Hermione breathed hotly, giving another harsh tug on your tie that made you whine deeply in the back of your throat. 

Harry swore the sound of her fingers jabbing between your legs became even wetter, sloppier sounding. So you liked being called naughty. 

“Yes, I have-” You whined out, and Hermione tugged the tie again, cutting off anything further that you had to say with a harsh jolt. 

Harry’s cock snapped to attention at an alarmingly fast rate, the blood rushing into his prick so quickly that it almost made him dizzy. The moral contention of watching two of his good friends go at it didn’t really cross his mind at all (perhaps his morality was going a bit too grey, using an old marked up book to ‘cheat’ in his classes these days). But he knew that wanking would be a bad idea simply based on the fact that he would have a difficult time staying quiet. So he reached down and squeezed the bulge in his trousers, gaining little relief from this as he looked on. He likely wouldn’t have been able to pull his eyes away if Voldemort himself showed up and demanded it. 

“Such a naughty little bitch - you can’t even go one afternoon without having your slutty cunt filled, can you?” Hermione demanded, her words seemingly growing filthier by the second. 

“I need it.” You moaned, arching into her further, as though you were possessed. 

Harry would have wondered if she had been replaced by someone else, or bewitched - but you seemed to love it, loved everything she was saying. She seemed to be playing into a knowledge of your kinks, things that she knew would make you weaker and more lustful in her hands. Which was so Hermione that it was painful. Studying for something, keeping a backlog of useful knowledge. 

Harry just never would have guessed that she would have used her big brain for this. 

What made matters even more dizzying and shocking - this was Hermione and you. A pair he never would have thought up that also somehow made so much sense. Now, every single time the two of you snuck off giggling and Harry thought that it was just something girlish that he didn’t understand - he had to wonder what the two of you had been doing. 

The fact that Hermione had been Viktor Krum’s date to the Yule Ball and you had been Harry’s, but you and Hermione had been glued to each other all night made a lot more sense. Every single time the two of you walked to class together holding hands, every single time you showed up to the Gryffindor table with some kind of glaring love mark on your neck and Ginny or someone else asked you about it and Hermione had laughed when you named off a different boy from a different house - it all made strange sense in Harry’s eyes. 

This was you - one of the hottest, most sought-after girls at Hogwarts. The star of every single one of Harry’s wanking fantasies since you had given him a pity kiss under some mistletoe after a DA meeting. (He had a feeling that Hermione would be sneaking into those fantasies too, now, as much as he had tried to keep her out on the grounds that it would be rude to wank to his best friend). You, someone who was so gorgeous and so desirable and somehow never seemed to have a long-term boyfriend, as often as guys asked you on dates, and as often as you claimed to like certain boys and even flirted with them. 

Apparently Hermione had been keeping you on a leash this whole time. A tight leash - just like the way she was holding your tie, keeping you close, keeping you waiting with baited breath for her next move. 

“Mione-” You breathed out in return, a slight begging in your voice that had Harry light-headed in seconds. 

This was better than any fantasy he could have dreamt up. 

“Ah-ah. Hush, little girl.” Hermione fired back, that bossy condescending she always used somehow sounding all the more perfect in this context. “You’ve been such a proper brat all day, and you’re going to take what I give you, understand?” 

You nodded your head (as much as you could with the hold she had on you) and made a noise of affirmation. But Hermione gave another sharp tug on your tie, clearly displeased with this. 

“Come on, use your words now. Be a good girl.” She ordered sharply, the only thing giving away what must have been her own arousal being a slight hint of breath on her voice. Otherwise, she was entirely proper - not a single wrinkle in her impeccable uniform, her face entirely straight and firm as she stared you down with sharp eyes. 

“Yes, Mione-” 

“No, darling. Wrong again.” 

Hermione hauled her hand back, creating another loud wet sound as she hauled her fingers out of your pussy entirely. Harry harshly craned his neck again, and it was only then that it truly occurred to him, between his dizzy head, his cement legs and his hard cock painful against his pelvis, protesting wildly against his zipper, that he could actually move closer to get a better look. With his Cloak guarding him, he would not be seen. 

He tried his best not to rush, not to make too much noise especially as he got closer, and he almost scolded himself when he nearly missed out on it - the wet smack as Hermione brought her hand down between your thighs. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he never would have guessed that she had so boldly laid two rapid spanks right across your swollen, needy clit. Your skirt flipped up out of the way, no panties in sight, and giving her all the room in the world to do so. 

You harshly bit down on your own lip again, worrying the skin to the point where it was swollen and looked like it might even bruise, dampening down harsh cries from deep within your chest. Before Harry could worry that the tears pooling in your eyes had meant that Hermione had truly hurt you, you spread your legs wider and canted your hips more toward her, offering your body up for more. 

And then, you opened your lips again, seemingly to obey whatever implicit command she had given you with the spanks. 

“Yes, Mistress.” You choked out, putting stress on the title, as if correcting your earlier self. “Yes, I understand.” 

“Good girl.” Hermione replied, more breath this time as she used your tie to pull you into a heated kiss, and then shoved three firm fingers back into your waiting, leaking cunt. 

Harry’s head was spinning. 

He had never seen anything more beautiful and erotic in his life (not even when Fred and George had shown him and Ron those Wonder Witch magazines - no, this was much hotter and more perfect because it was so real). 

His mind was spinning with a unique kind of jealousy, something that told him that he was sure if he wanted to steal you away from Hermione because he thought he could - because he now knew all of your sexual preferences and he would use that information to play you, to do everything she was doing to you and more. He would make you the perfect horny little puppet on his painful, throbbing cock (he gave himself another squeeze through his trousers, suppressing a moan of his own). He would have you calling him ‘Sir’ and begging for his cock in no time, because you needed it - you needed to have your holes filled and you would fucking love it. 

Or if he wanted Hermione playing him like this - tugging on his hair, guiding him around by his tie like he was nothing more than a wretched dog, needing to be tamed. Wanted her using that bossy voice of hers to give him completely different kinds of orders - forcing him onto his knees to eat her cunt until she was satisfied, and - knowing her - she never would be. 

Harry’s mind flashed with an image of him on his knees before you, his head so perfectly framed by your plush thighs, with Hermione behind him, barking orders in his ear, a tight grip on his hair as she shoved him tighter into your perfect, messy, wet pussy. He decided that was it - that was exactly what he wanted. That would be the vision that haunted his dreams from now on. 

It was something that had him leaking enough precum to stain through to the outside of his pants, especially by the time your voice warbled out brokenly against Hermione’s chin, your thighs starting to shake, and Harry was sure that he would get the treat of seeing you cum on her fingers. 

He was sorely disappointed by what happened next. 

Hermione pulled back from you completely, creating another deadly wet sound as she pulled her fingers from your cunt once again - something that was almost drowned out by the pitched, disappointed whine that you let out. 

“Mione-!” You complained sharply, the nickname almost coming out as a sob from the back of your throat. 

You sat frozen on the edge of the desk, your legs spread wide as you stared Hermione down with glassy, disappointed eyes while she stepped back and grabbed a handkerchief from her bag that was sitting on a table opposite and used it to wipe off her glistening fingers. 

Harry rushed to get a better look at your cunt before you closed your legs, and Merlin - it was magnificent. Swollen and puffed from Hermione’s efforts, coated in your wetness, your clit stuck out from the hood and standing at attention, so damn needy, begging to be touched, your hole slightly gaped from where Hermione’s fingers had been. 

(Harry couldn’t help but to imagine how stretched you would be left by the thickness of his cock, how good you would look leaking with his cum…) 

“What did you expect?” Hermione said sharply, the edge of a sarcastic laugh on her voice. She was firm, not giving in to the pout that you were giving her. 

“You’ve been bratting up all day - I could have excused you flirting with Malfoy all through potions class-” She continued. 

Harry had noticed that too. He had simply thought that Malfoy would be your next conquest, not a simple flirtation to get on Hermione’s nerves. 

“If not for the fact that you didn’t finish any of your homework and you then decided to distract me from doing mine all afternoon.” 

Of course. Hermione doling out sexual punishments for not doing homework. 

Some things are just nature. 

Though, Harry knew, if there was one thing that would motivate him to do his essays - it would be the idea of getting to cum. 

“Of course you don’t get to cum, you stupid whore.” Hermione said these words how she said many things - as a final, finite declaration that was law. 

Hearing her speak such filthy words in such an authoritative (and nearly emotionless) voice almost caused Harry to cum in his pants on the spot. Almost. 

You let out a sigh of defeat and finally closed your legs, hopping off the desk and pulling down your skirt. Obviously, you hadn’t been wearing panties at all that day (which was another thought that would haunt Harry’s wet dreams) because you made no move to find a pair and put them back on. Instead, you simply turned around and gathered some of your books that were farther back on the desk. 

“How long?” You asked Hermione tentatively, glancing over your shoulder at her. 

Perhaps meaning - how long would she be angry with you? How long until she would finally allow you to cum? 

Harry’s stomach lurched - he imagined himself finding you in the hallway and pinning you against the wall, flipping up your skirt and finding your still wet, bare cunt, teasing you with his fingers and promising to give you everything that you needed as long as you surrendered yourself to him. He would let you cum - he would make you cum so many times that you would cry and beg for him to stop. And he would leave you tired, satisfied and gaped with his cum dripping from all your pretty holes. 

Perhaps it would be rude and underhanded to go after you simply based on a void that Hermione had left in you - but Harry was still feeling a bit of a petty sting from their argument the night before. 

Hermione stepped toward you again - careful, calculated, like a predator observing its prey. She put her hands on either side of your waist, and leaned forward to whisper something in your ear that Harry barely caught. 

“For as long as I want, naughty girl.” She told you. “You’ll take what you get, and you’ll like it, you understand me?” 

“Yes, Mistress.” You sighed loyally in return. Though your face was knit with a unique displeasure - clearly, you were still aching to cum. 

“And if I think for a moment that you have been touching your little whore cunt without my permission, I will spank you until every single person in Hogwarts hears you scream my name - understood?” 

She topped this off with a sharp spank across your ass, using her free hand to hold the fabric of your skirt out of the way to make sure it was nothing but free, burning, skin on skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, and began nodding furiously. 

“Yes, Mistress.” 

“Good.” Hermione told you. “Now, off to bed.” 

You began to walk off, but you hesitantly looked back over your shoulder, as if waiting for her to follow. 

“I’ll be along in a few minutes. I have to sort out some more books for tomorrow. Since I now have so much to catch up on.” She added the last part with a bit of snark, and you rolled your eyes, turning around and walking. 

Unfortunately, you abruptly headed in Harry’s direction and his stomach tightly clenched - he moved to press himself tightly into the bookcase, praying that you wouldn’t bump into him. 

Perhaps you felt him move, or you simply felt something… off, but you paused for a moment, and stared harshly at the space where Harry was standing. His heart began to beat hard inside of his throat, and he wondered how fast he would be able to run with his cock so uncomfortably stiff inside of his pants. You kept staring, as though you were expecting something to materialise out of thin air. 

“Y/N, go.” Hermione snapped. “Go on, it’s almost curfew.” 

“Yes, Miss Prefect, I’m going.” You sighed sarcastically in return, and walked off. 

Harry had a hard time not loudly gulping in air - not realising how harshly he had been holding his breath. 

He stayed there for a few more minutes and continued to watch Hermione. 

Jarringly, she was still so much of the usual Hermione. She was still absolutely someone that he knew so well, despite the secret sex persona that she had been hiding. Still biting at the skin around her nails as she concentrated on a thought, still fussing over which books to take, and still leaving the library with more of an armful than she could comfortably carry. Still somehow forgetting that she could just use magic to lug all the books to the Gryffindor common room instead of tiring out her arms - and Harry only fitfully realised now that this was only half her arm workout, and fucking your cunt raw must have been the other half. 

The whole time he stood there, Harry had considered revealing himself to her. 

He thought about begging to be let in on what the two of you had, even if he had to do something horrible to earn it first, to be worthy in her eyes - something like licking her shoes or wanking in front of her just to be ‘even’. But he knew that she would see the spying (even if unintentional) as a violation of trust, as something too creepy to be redeemed. She would probably hex him to hell and back, make him grow boils that would break open and bleed and never properly heal for the rest of his life - just for thinking about spying on her like that. 

So Harry knew that he had to keep this whole thing a secret, keep it close to his chest. He could never, ever speak about it to anyone. 

Harry forgot all about the book he had wanted. And, instead of going back to the Gryffindor common room behind Hermione, he took his aching cock to the Prefect’s Bathroom in an attempt to clear his mind. After making himself cum not once, but three different times, he finally settled into the hot water for a nice, long soak. He thought about it, and he realised that he was properly fucked - because he would never be able to look at you or Hermione in the same way again.

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A/N: This is a oneshot, and at this current time, there is not going to be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. I might be open to writing a second part to this, but I don't have any current plans to do so and right now, it is not on my schedule. For now, if you are going to leave a comment on this fic, please leave a comment about the body of work that has been written instead of asking for more. If you want to see more Harry Potter fics that I have written, definitely check out my Harry Potter masterlist.

[nickeverdeen]

Unspoken | Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Pairings: Hermione x reader (romantic), Ron x Hermione (one-sided interest), Hermione x Harry (platonic), reader x Ron (platonic), reader x Harry (platonically close), Ron x Harry (platonic)

Type of fic: Angst/Comfort, Light Comedy

Warnings: Jealousy, supressing feelings, one-sided crush, mention of a hickey, former secret relationship, a bit out of character at the end

Summary: Dating Hermione in secret is the least of your worries, but on the other hand Ron getting more and more touchy with Hermione suprisingly shot up to the top for some reason…

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The relationship between you and Hermione had been a closely guarded secret ever since your fourth year. Now, in your seventh year at Hogwarts, the two of you were still happily together—though no one knew about it. It wasn’t as though you had a problem with keeping things quiet; you respected Hermione’s need for privacy. She was cautious, not because she was ashamed, but because she wasn’t sure how people would react, especially her friends.

You didn’t mind. It had been three years, and you were happy to keep your love for each other just between the two of you. In fact, there was something sweet about the stolen moments in the library, the soft touches in the hallways when no one was looking, and the shared glances during classes. It was enough.

But recently, something had begun to bother you. Ron Weasley, one of Hermione’s closest friends, seemed to be taking more interest in her. And not just as a friend. He had always been close to Hermione, but lately, his touches lingered longer, and he made more time to be around her than usual. You’d catch him leaning in too closely during their study sessions or placing a hand on her shoulder in a way that made your stomach tighten.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Hermione. You knew how much she loved you, even if no one else did. But Ron’s presence was starting to make you feel… jealous. And what made it worse was that you couldn’t even say anything. To everyone else, Hermione and Ron were just good friends, and if you said something, you’d risk exposing your relationship.

One afternoon, when the tension became too much, you pulled Harry aside after class. He looked surprised when you asked if you could talk in private, but followed you without question.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Let’s say… hypothetically, you’re dating someone, but you’re keeping it secret. And there’s someone else—someone close to them—who seems to be getting a little too friendly. What would you do?”

Harry blinked, clearly confused. “Er… I’m not really sure. I mean, I haven’t exactly been experiencing this, so…”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, I know. It’s just—what would you do?”

He thought about it for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration. “Well, if it were me, I guess I’d just keep it to myself. You know, don’t make a big deal out of it. If it’s nothing, then no harm done, right?”

His words were meant to be reassuring, but they only made you feel worse. You thanked him quietly and walked away, feeling more confused than ever. Keeping quiet was exactly what you’d been doing for weeks, and it wasn’t helping.

Over the next few days, you found yourself distancing from Hermione. Whenever she and Ron were together, you’d make excuses to be somewhere else. You tried to focus on your own errands, burying yourself in schoolwork and other distractions, but it didn’t stop the gnawing feeling inside.

Hermione, being as sharp as ever, noticed your behavior almost immediately. She tried to ask you about it several times, but you always brushed it off with a smile. She wasn’t convinced.

During breakfast in the Great Hall one morning, Hermione’s worried gaze shifted between where you normally sit and Harry. She leaned in, her voice low. “Harry, what’s going on with Y/N? She’s been acting strange lately.”

Harry, still shoveling food into his mouth, paused and gave her a guilty look. “Uh… well, she pulled me aside the other day. She was asking what to do if you’re jealous of someone. I told her to keep quiet about it. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

The realization hit Hermione like a bolt of lightning. She quickly stood up, leaving the Great Hall without another word, her robes trailing behind her as she made her way out in search of you.

You were sitting by the Black Lake, staring out at the still water, your thoughts a tangled mess of worry and frustration. You hadn’t noticed Hermione approaching until she sat down beside you, her presence soft and careful, as though she didn’t want to startle you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You were too focused on the lake to look at her, but you could feel her gaze on you. It was Hermione who finally broke the silence.

“Harry told me what’s been bothering you,” she said gently, her voice full of concern. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling jealous?”

You winced inwardly. You didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to sound petty, but the look on her face told you she wouldn’t let it go. “I didn’t want to say anything because… well, it’s Ron. You two are such close friends, and I didn’t want to come across as possessive.”

Hermione frowned, reaching for your hand. “But you’re not being possessive. If something’s bothering you, I want to know. What Harry told you was stupid advice. We need to talk about these things, not keep them bottled up.”

You sighed, finally turning to look at her. “It’s just… sometimes, when I see him with you, I get this feeling that I can’t shake. I know you love me, but it’s hard not to feel a little jealous.”

Hermione’s expression softened, and she squeezed your hand. “Y/N, I do love you. And nothing between Ron and me will ever change that. You don’t need to worry about him.”

You hesitated, still unsure. “But he has feelings for you”

She shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Then that’s his problem. I love you.”

Your heart fluttered at her words, the weight on your chest lifting slightly. You smiled, feeling a bit foolish for doubting her.

Hermione leaned her head on your shoulder, her hand still holding yours. “And as for the whole ‘keeping things quiet’ thing… I don’t think I care about that anymore.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve always been so careful about it…”

She shushed you softly. “I’m sure.”

The two of you stayed by the lake for hours, talking and holding hands. By the time you returned to the castle, the weight of your jealousy had lifted, replaced by the warmth of Hermione’s reassurance.

As you both walked back into the Great Hall, Hermione casually reached for your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours. You shot her a look of surprise, and she just smiled back, a playful glint in her eyes.

As you passed Ron, Hermione took it a step further, tugging lightly on your collar to reveal a small, barely hidden hickey on your neck. Your eyes widened in shock, and you shot her a look, but she just smiled at you, clearly enjoying teasing you.

Ron’s eyes slowly widened as he looked between the two of you, the realization dawning on him. “Wait… you two are…?”

Hermione smiled innocently. “What gave it away?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the pieces finally clicked into place for Ron, and you felt lighter than you had in weeks. No more secrets. No more hiding. Just the two of you, together, for everyone to see.

[mirclealignr]

—hard work’s pay off

hermione granger x slytherin!reader

—this was a request from ages ago. lol.

hermione granger—studious, diligent and, supposedly, the brightest witch of her age. but it wasn’t all this glitz and glam that drew you to the frizzy-haired gryffindor.

it started in first year, when you discovered she was so painfully easy to wind up. it could be something as small as whispering when the professor was talking or something as large as deliberately making it seem as if you were trying to copy her work.

it was so easy it almost became addictive. but also as you grew older and your interests changed, it wasn’t solely just about driving her round the bend. it became an excuse to talk to her, to see her flustered and her cheeks glow rosy.

“granger, granger, granger,” you sighed teasingly, sitting in your assignee seat beside her. “i heard you got a ‘poor’ in charms the other week, slacking are we?”

“what?!” hermione was appalled. who would spread such vicious, baseless lies about her? “that’s outrageous!”

“but not an ‘outstanding’. in fact it’s shocking,” you cut in with a smirk before she could carry on.

she was red up to her ears but slowly calming down as she began to realise you were only teasing, as usual. she seethed silently, turning her head away before taking a deep breath—she couldn’t let you get to her.

“whatever.”

you laughed, “you believed me for a moment there, didn’t you, granger?”

“well, in regards to one’s reputation, one can’t be too careful,” hermione said, holding her head high.

“oh don’t get all diplomatic on me. i got you good.”

hermione was now exercising the tried and tested method of the silent treatment. she was particularly well versed in this skill but you knew there was one thing she could not stand—quill scratching. it was the wizard from of clicking a pen incessantly, except it consisted of scratching a dry quill against parchment. hermione hated it.

“will you stop that?!” she groaned, almost catching the attention of professor snape, if it weren’t for seamus finnigan setting fire to half of his essay.

you giggled, carrying on with your assignment, at least for a little while. still, you caught small glances of hermione in the corner of your eye, you were drawn to her and you couldn’t help but to look. she was still scowling, scribbling away furiously, writing every idea that came to mind with perfect fluency.

“don’t frown, granger,” you smirked, stretching your arms. “you’re much prettier when you smile.”

“merlin’s beard, y/n, i’m trying to concentrate.”

“just one smile?” you teased.

hermione looked at you through her peripheral vision, scrunching her eyebrows together. “you’re flirting with me,” she stated, for she was a clever girl and did not need to ask.

you chuckled lightly, “do you want me to stop?”

she tucked her arms into herself, awkwardly looking between you and her work before scribbling away again, refusing to answer and play into such schemes. she didn’t say another word for the rest of the lesson and you didn’t bother her again, sensing she was better left alone.

when professor snape dismissed the lot of you, hermione found herself desperate to respond to your previous question but too nervous to give a definitive answer, even if she already knew what that answer was.

“i haven’t decided,” she stated plainly, hugging her books to her chest.

“haven’t decided what?” you asked.

“if i want you to stop flirting,” she rushed, cheeks glowing with blush.

“well that’s not a no.”

“it’s not a yes,” she countered, turning on her heels and storming away.

“still not a no!” you shouted after her, smirking.

all your years of hard work were finally paying off. hermione was finally giving into you. it didn’t matter if no one else understood your infatuation with her, it didn’t bother you in the slightest. you hadn’t a care, but for hermione granger.

“i don’t know why you bother with her,” pansy shook her head, walking with you to lunch.

“the same way i don’t know why you bother with malfoy. we have our reasons,” you rolled your eyes, linking arms with your friend. “she’s coming around,” you winked.

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[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

Compassionate Enemy(Male!Slytherin)

She shouldn't care. You're a Slytherin and she's a Gryffindor. And yet here she was caring for you after she heard you got a fever after spending too much time in the snow after celebrating a Quidditch win and because of the cold winter air and your wet clothes you, of course, got sick quickly.

As you were lying in bed slowly dying of a fever Hermione ran a hand through your hair. "I swear you're an absolute moron." She mumbled as she continued to run her hand through your H/C locks. "Do you need anything? Tea, food, water, anything at all?" "Death..." You grumble causing her to roll her eyes. "Haha. Real funny," She said before smacking your head and getting a small 'ow' from you. She stood up and walked over to your desk where she put her bag. She pulled out a bottle of water and some Tylenol. "Sit up." She ordered as she at on your bed again. Grumbling you, reluctantly, listen. You rub your eyes and grab the water and pills. You took the pills with a swig of water and let the pills start their magic. Hermione takes the water and places it on your nightstand before sighing. "I swear for having some of the highest marks in our year you are an absolute idiot when it comes to common sense." She scolded as you grumbled even more. Hermione sighed and grabbed your chin making you look at her. "Get some rest. Okay?" "Fine..." You sighed as you lay back down. "...Can you... stay?" You mumbled not meeting her eyes. Hermione looked at you slightly surprised but smiled softly nonetheless. "Of course..." she said softly as she started to rake her hand through your hair."

Just a short story to help get back into the swing of writing

[xluvablz]

❀: “the alchemy of unrequited love”

pairing: hermione granger x f!reader.

summary: in the quiet of the potions classroom, your unguarded emotions spill out, leaving hermione caught in the weight of what’s left unsaid.

warnings: angsty, unrequited love, lesbian comphet? (hermione claims she loves ron, but deep down her heart longs for reader), I feel like a lot of the fic is from 'miones pov.

word count: 2.0k

The potions classroom was dimly lit, the candles casting a soft glow on the many potions supplies scattered around the room. Hermione was focused, carefully measuring and stirring the ingredients in front of her. She glanced up, noticing your gaze flickering around the room. "Are you paying attention?" Hermione questions sternly, her eyes shifting from the potion to you. She knew the importance of precision and focus in potion-making and expected you to give the task at hand your full attention.

"Mhm? Oh, yes! I'm deeply focused.." you dreamily respond, not caring for your obvious disinterest. Your eyes dazed, entrapped by her figure. Was her hair always so silky?

Hermione glanced at you, her eyebrows raising in slight concern at your distant expression. She couldn't tell if it was the silence of the room, or if you were just that bored. "This potion's really not that difficult to prepare, you should at least pay attention," she scolds. She takes a step closer, narrowing her eyes slightly as she observes you. Your dazed expression makes her feel uneasy.

"Sorry, 'mione, I'm just a little... well, distracted. Should we bench this lesson for now?"

Hermione sighs, setting down the potion on the table. The concern in her eyes grew as she observed your behavior. "Distracted?" she asks, crossing her arms. "What could possibly be distracting you that much?" She was genuinely confused – she thought she was doing a great job explaining and guiding you through the recipe, so what else could've been so captivating?

"Oh you know..." you begin, "...stuff?" you continued hesitantly, acutely aware of your lazy excuse.

Hermione raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your vague answer. "Stuff?" she questions. She leans against the table, her eyes intently locked on you. "What kind of stuff?" she presses. It was unusual for you to be this distracted, especially during a lesson on potions.

"Yeah, stuff. I have a lot of thoughts racing up here." You explain, as you lightly tap your temple with your finger.

Hermione's eyebrows furrow, her analytical mind trying to figure out what was going on. The tapping of your finger on your temple intrigues her, adding to the mystery of your behavior. She didn't like when things didn't make sense, and this behavior was definitely one of those things.

"Can't you focus on the potion?" Hermione questions. "We can't be here all day." She was aware of the importance of focusing on the task at hand, and she didn't understand why you were having such a difficult time concentrating on it. You sigh dismissively before allowing her to continue the lesson, hoping you'd be able to grasp at least some of what she had taught you.

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After the lesson ended, Hermione gathered her things, her mind still pondering over your strange behavior during the lesson. She glances at you, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Did you listen to any of what I said?” Hermione inquires, as you begin walking the halls of the castle.

"I tried 'mione, I really did. You're just so admirable."

Hermione's face contorts in surprise at your compliment. It hadn't been the response she was expecting, but it did make her feel a bit warm inside. She couldn't help but smile faintly at the compliment. "Thank you..." she replied softly, unsure of what else to say. ”You seemed really distracted, though. Are you sure you're okay?" she presses, her concern for you evident.

"Mhm, just thinking things over, yeah?"

Hermione's concern slightly dissipates at your reassurance, but a small part of her still questions your state. "Okay..." she speaks hesitantly, her eyes searching your face for any signs of deception. "If something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?" she says softly, her tone reassuring.

"I know Hermione, you're a great friend. I'll see you later?" You exclaim as you reach the entrance to your common room, turning on your heels, eager to collapse into bed. She watches as you stride away, disappearing into the entrance to your common room. 

"Right, later.." she trails off, unable to shake off the feeling that there is something you aren’t telling her. She stands in the hallway for a moment, her thoughts still lingering on your strange behavior, before leaving to return to her studies in the library.

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Hermione was walking through the courtyard with Harry and Ron when she noticed you nearby. She hadn't seen you since the potions lesson, and she was still concerned. As she approached, she observed your slightly strange behavior once again. "Hey..." she greets softly, her eyes narrowing as she tries to figure out what was wrong. "Are you okay?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.

You look up at her and sigh, clearly not in a mood for chatter. "Hermione, I already told you, I'm fine. Would you please drop it?"

Hermione was becoming  increasingly more bewildered by your behavior, and it frustrated her that you refused to open up to her. She didn't understand why you were so hesitant to share what was bothering you, and it made her worry.

"I just want some time to myself." You speak up, avoiding her piercing gaze.

Hermione's frustration only increases at your stubbornness, and she crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing. She is determined to get to the bottom of your behavior, even if you didn't want her to. "Time to yourself? What for?" she asks, her tone dripping with annoyance. "I can't just let this drop, especially when you're acting so weird."

"Why do you always have to be so nosey? I can't want some alone time anymore?" You grit back.

Hermione sucks in a breath at your harsh tone, her temper now flared. She wasn't used to you speaking to her this way, and it stung. "Nosey? I'm not being nosey, I'm worried about you! You've been acting strange for days, and you won't even tell me what's wrong!" Hermione snaps back.

"Well, maybe it's none of your business! Have you considered that?" You clap back, face stern and unrelenting.

Hermione's jaw drops at your sharp response, and her eyes widen even more. Your words stung, and she feels hurt by your sudden hostility. "None of my business? Are you kidding me?" she retorts, her anger rising to the surface. "Of course, it's my business when my friend is acting strangely and won't tell me why!"

"That's exactly why, Hermione! I'm your friend, and that's it. I will never be anything more to you, and that breaks my heart. I see the way you oogle at Ron, you can't deny it!"

Your expression softens slightly, your anger slowly seeping away, replaced with pain. Your confession catches her off guard, and she feels a pang in her chest at the hurt in your voice. She hadn't realized the depth of your feelings for her, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She wants to deny it, to argue against it, but the truth was, your words rang true and she couldn't ignore the pang of guilt she felt. You choke back the sobs threatening to spill, eyes a swirling glassy haze of hurt and misfortune.

 "I can't keep sitting idly, watching you slip away!"

Hermione's heart aches as she watches you choke back tears, and she feels a mix of guilt and sadness at your confession. She wants to argue, to deny it, to say that it wasn't entirely true, but deep down, she knew it was. She knew that her heart had always been with Ron, and that it would never be with you. And hearing the pain in your voice only solidified that fact. "I..." she trails off, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Save it." You respond, a blunt tone evident in your voice. "It's too late. I'm too late." You continue as you hastily stand up, turning your back to the quivering brunette. "I'll see you in potions class."

Hermione stands frozen, and watches you walk away. Tears well up in her eyes as she watches you leave, her heart breaking. She can’t believe she hadn't noticed your feelings for her, and the thought of losing you as a friend made her heart sink. "Wait-" she calls out weakly, but you were already gone, and the silence in the courtyard only made her feel more alone.

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The Potions classroom was silent, and the air thick with tension. The scent of various herbs and ingredients lingers in the air, creating an atmosphere filled with anticipation. Hermione sits at her desk, her eyes fixated on the textbook in front of her, but her mind wanders. She can’t focus, her thoughts consumed by your recent confession and the painful silence between you two.

As the clock ticks, and the class begins, she can barely concentrate on the potion-making. Her movements are a little slower, a little more hesitant, as her mind replays the scene in the courtyard over and over again. Her wandering mind doesn’t register the loudly ringing bells, indicating the end of class. Instead, she is abruptly shaken from her thoughts by a warm hand perched upon her shoulder. "Class is over, Hermione," You whisper to her. "Can we.. um, talk?"

Your heart skips a beat as she looks up, her eyes meeting your gaze, and for a moment, a mixture of emotions similar passes through you both. She swallows the lump in her throat and nods slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, we should talk.." she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

You take a deep breath, collecting yourself as you glance around, the classroom has emptied out, and the two of you are left alone. Hermione nervously toys with the edge of her robe, waiting for the right words to come. "About earlier..." she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. You abruptly cut her off, "No, I'm sorry. I was out of line, and I shouldn't have said what I did. You've been through so much, you don't deserve to be treated like that."

"You don't need to apologise," she murmurs, her voice full of understanding. "You were just expressing your feelings, and you have every right to feel the way you do." Her hand reaches out, gently touching yours, offering a gesture of comfort.

"Yes, but what I said about you and Ron... I just, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, really. I understand. It must've been really hard for you." She hesitates for a moment, then adds softly, "And I do care about you, you know. A lot."

"I know.." you mumble, a small smile adorning your lips.

Hermione's smile widens at your reply, and her grip on your hand tightens reassuringly. "It's okay, really," she whispers again, her voice filled with sincerity. "We'll get through this. We'll figure it out, together." You let out a soft sigh, and she adds, "I'm sorry if I made you feel like I don't value your feelings. I do value our friendship, more than anything."

You peer up at her through half-lidded eyes, red from the tears you had earlier shed. You wrap your hands around her neck, crushing her in a deathly tight hug. Your eyes flutter shut with your movement as Hermione’s body relaxes against yours. She wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly. You bury your face into your shoulder, the scent of her filling your senses. 

She thinks for a moment, questioning her feelings and the depth of her emotions for Ron, before softly murmuring "It'll be okay," her voice muffled by the embrace. "It'll be okay" you mirror her words.

As the two of you stand there in the quiet potions classroom, entwined in each other's embrace, both your minds race with a mix of emotions, hearts aching. Hermione envisions a future with you, perhaps something more than friendship, before pushing the thought aside. She continues to hold you tightly, rubbing comforting circles on your back, allowing the silence to envelope the room.

this is my first angsty fic! it kinda hurt, ngl. i'll deff make a part two, as i don't think hermione is being true to herself, and loves the reader as much as you love her!! ( ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)

credits to @cafekitsune for boarders

[viharbinger]

Can you do maybe a Hermione x Slytherin! reader (gender neutral please)

Thank you 🐠

๋࣭ ⭑ How Hermione Dating a Slytherin!Reader Would Be Like...

Pairings: Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: none 😇 also I accidentally just made this a general dating Hermione headcannons so erm I tried to mention Slytherin as much as I could

a/n: hi guys I have an exam next week and suddenly I'm having the urge to write

Hermione keeps her head in her books and hardly notices anyone besides her two best friends unless it's something academic related. She'd probably started noticing you when you took the time out of your day to ask her out to Hogsmeade, or even beat Viktor to asking her to the Yule Ball!

At first she didn't even notice you're from Slytherin, she's too busy getting to know other things from you first. In the middle of a conversation, she'll finally realise it and was like "Oh! Oh..." But then shook off the feeling and tried to ask you questions about what your house was like or what it's like being a Slytherin. And if you ask her questions back, she'll like it too!

Nevermind your house, she's likely to not care as much where one comes from as long as they're a good person. And that you are. Ron and Harry would definitely be prejudiced about it a little, though. Overtime, Ron managed to get used to seeing you around Hermione. And Harry just goes along with anything despite his views. He'll start liking you too, once he learns that you're not so bad after all.

If your family are pureblood supremacists she'd definitely be wary a bit with you. Don't blame her, she's a muggle-born after all! She'll comfort you if things were ever bad at home.

When it came to asking Hermione to officially date, she'd be ecstatic. There's no doubt she likes it when her partner takes the initiative first. However, of course, she'd love to get to know you first on a deeper level. And she'll see past your family's history, pureblood supremacists or not— she kind of likes a little thrill in her life after all!

She would defend you if any of her friends make fun of her for liking you. "But they're a-a... Slytherin!" And she'd give them a million reasons why you're not like the other pureblood mania Slytherins.

If you play for the quidditch Slytherin team, she's going to be so conflicted whether to cheer for you or her own house... Her own two best friends are in the Gryffindor quidditch team! But alas, the Gryffindor team is always unbeatable against Slytherin— so who would mind if she cheered for the opposite team just a little bit?

If you're the type to break rules in school, she'd probably scold you a lot. As a prefect, she's bound to catch you on skipping class or walking around the corridors at night. She's let you off the hook one too many times and won't be afraid of taking points off your house. I mean, it's her responsibility!

Lastly... She's the good gift giver. Well... If you liked a homework planner or history book as a present. If you simply asked for her hand knitted socks or hats, she'd be really pleased to do so. She'll make it in your house colors— a bit tacky looking, but that's because she's practicing! It means to say, she loves to do new things just for you.

[cmanse]

N E W H A R R Y P O T T E R

C H A R A C T E R A I B O T S

I just noticed the almost complete disappearance of the Harry Potter fandom on Character AI. I'm really annoyed and sorry for those who are really into this fandom, as I was too for a long time. So I'm going to try, like for HotD, the Marauders, to add as much as possible to fill this fandom as much as possible. I take all requests

For the request and my character ia masterlist -> CHARACTER IA BOTS

@ elizabethmanse on character ai ☆

his first girlfriend (boyfriend!ron weasley x girlfriend!user) — ron weasley was never good with girls yet user fell in love with him. [mxw]

share a snack with him (ron weasley x user) — ron weasley is sent away again by professor snape. looking for comfort he decides to eat a sandwich until user appears and makes him choke. [mxn]

paired with a muggle-born (draco malfoy x younger slytherin!user) — after being caught insulting hermione granger of mudblood, mcgonagall punishes draco by pairing him with user, a muggle-born slytherin who has difficulty integrating into the magical world. [mxn]

help you with your muggle homework (hermione granger x pure blood!user) — user took the muggle studies option to annoy her/his/them blood supremacist parents but quickly found himself overwhelmed by the amount of work. so them asked hermione for help. [mxn]

true or dare (golden trio : hermione granger x harry potter x ron weasley x user) — truth or dare with hermione, harry and ron at midnight in the gryffindor common room. [wxmxmxw]

sitting next to him in class (harry potter x user) — user keeps distracting harry potter during transfiguration class [mxn]

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I have only 9 bots on Harry Potter for now, I'll try to add as many as possible. I'm pretty happy with the ones on Ron and Draco, a little less with the one on Harry, Hermione and the Golden Trio… idk… Anyway, I hope you like them ;)

mxw] = man x woman | [mxn] = man x non-binary/man/woman (you can choose your gender) | [wxw] = woman x woman | [wxw] = woman x woman | [mxwxw] = men x woman x woman

……………………………..……………………………..……………………. • masterlist — my character ai elizabethmanse • bots of 22 dec 2024

[slytherheign]

LETHAL LOCKET | harry potter

PAIRINGS: harry potter x reader, hermione granger x reader (platonic), ron weasley x reader (platonic)

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SUMMARY: each time one of you wears the locket and how you comfort each other when things get overwhelming.

WARNINGS: depression, doubts, anger, and hopelessness. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is a gender neutral one and i didn’t specify which hogwarts house the reader is in. requested by an anon here. also, ron leaving hasn’t happened here yet. i barely got time to proofread this so please let me know if you see any mistakes!

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO BACK TO THE STATION. CLICK HERE FOR ALL THINGS LETHAL LOCKET (reviews, commentary, etc. about this fic).

Nothing has been the same ever since you managed to get Salazar Slytherin’s locket from Dolores Umbridge. And now you were hiding in a tent in some forest Hermione led you all into.

You all knew that the locket contained a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul, that was why you and Hermione deduced that whoever wore it gets irritated, angry, and extremely depressed. You came up with a plan to take turns wearing it and it was your turn.

You slowly put the locket on your neck, already feeling anger clawing its way into your heart. It was suffocating, corrosive, eating away at every ounce of happiness you tried to hold onto. You did your best to shake it all off at the moment.

“Are you okay?” asked Harry, holding your hand. You squeezed his hand to tell him you were fine. You followed him towards the table, sitting on the chair beside him. 

The tent glowed from within under a starlit sky as Hermione poured tea from a kettle into the cups. “How’re the mushrooms? Seem to be the only edible things growing round here,” she asked.

Harry could only grimace as he chewed. “They’re great,” he lied. 

“Make sure to leave some for Ron,” Hermione said.

You looked at Ron who was sleeping as Harry asked Hermione how bad he was at the moment. “He’ll be alright in a few days. Hopefully. If we could take him to Hogwarts, to Madam Pomfrey–” she cut herself when Harry glanced at her, giving her a look that confirmed what she already knew—it was not possible to take Ron to Madam Pomfrey. You would just have to settle with what you have right now.

You felt it again, that familiar weight pressing down on your chest. The world felt like an empty void, and the possibility of winning the war seemed so distant… so out of reach. You took a deep breath, trying to push the darkness away. Yet, depression started to creep its way in, causing your shoulders to slump.

“Take it off,” Harry instructed you, instantly feeling the change in your demeanor. 

“But I haven’t been wearing it for that long. I can manage a little longer,” you reasoned.

“No, Y/N. Take it off. I’ll wear it instead,” he told you and you didn’t bother to fight with him anymore. You gave him the locket, and he placed it on his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek. He smiled in response, yet again squeezing your hand that still held his.

“It’s comforting to know how much you care for each other. Especially during these times.” Hermione grinned at the two of you.

Hermione was agitated, you could tell it by the way she handled the fish she was about to cook. And you knew it was mostly because of the locket she was wearing. 

You immediately grabbed her hands tightly, stopping them from further stabbing the fish when she was supposed to remove the scales. “You know the fish is already dead, right?” you asked. She looked at the fish, realizing what she was doing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was doing that,” she replied, shaking her head. You could see the disappointment that etched her face.

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “I can cook for tonight.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course. You’ve already done so much today. You deserve some rest. I’ll just wake you up when it’s time to eat,” you replied, taking the knife and the fish away from her.

She teared up a bit, smiling widely. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate this. If you need any hel–”

“Hermione,” you stopped her. “Stop. Please, just rest. I know how to cook a fish. I’ll be fine.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll help her cook,” Harry offered, coming up from behind you. “I’ll make sure the fish stays edible.”

You glared at him and he just laughed. You did not appreciate the fact that he couldn’t trust you with cooking, but you did appreciate that he was going to help.

“Thank you guys so much,” Hermione smiled, hugging the two of you before going to bed.

You saw Ron covering her with a blanket and you looked at Harry to see if he saw it too. He did, and now you were giggling with each other at how your two friends couldn’t just admit their feelings for each other.

Ron was staring at the fire. There was so much anger and doubt beneath his eyes and you understood where they were coming from. You walked towards him, sitting down beside him.  He nodded, acknowledging your presence before looking at the fire again. You could tell from the way he breathed deeply that he was attempting to steady his thoughts. However, a pang of anger emerged, causing him to clench his fists.

He was still injured and you have noticed that he seemed more quiet and reserved lately. You wanted to ask him a question, to ask him how was he but you were scared you’d make him more annoyed than he already was. The locket on his neck wasn’t helping.

“I’m guessing you’re here to ask how I feel?” he voiced.

“Yes…” you replied, still skeptical of whether you should leave him alone or stay with him. 

You chose to stay with him.

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling?” he snapped. “What do I look like? Do I look like I’m fine?”

Harry and Hermione stopped their conversation as soon as they heard Ron. Harry stood up from his position immediately, ready to intervene. 

“Ron, I’m just concerned–” you told him.

“I feel horrible,” he interrupted you. “I feel like I’m a barrier stopping all of us from making progress.”

Harry’s stance changed, he was ready to fight Ron earlier when he heard him snap at you. But now, he felt heartbroken for his friend. He sat down beside you and Hermione followed him. Now, the four of you sat in a circle.

“What makes you feel like that?” Hermione asked him. “That’s not true.”

“Really? Do you think I don’t hear you all constantly talk about how long it takes until I get fully healed?”

“Ron, it’s just–we don’t have all the time in the world and we want to get you healed as soon as possible,” you reasoned.

“Exactly,” he said. “I’m halting all of us. You all wanna leave but you feel like you’re forced to stay because of me.”

“You are taking all of this wrong,” Hermione spoke up.

“It’s the locket,” Harry interrupted, trying to remove the locket from Ron’s neck but Ron swat away his hand. “Take it off,” Harry warned him. He was getting irritated as well.

“Can you both stop?” you vocalized. “Ron, I don’t know what it is that you want us to say but at least believe me when I say that we don’t feel forced staying with you here. Yes, we could’ve traveled more these past few days but we still made progress by staying here. We had more opportunities to talk and brainstorm together. And at the same time, we were able to get some rest from constant traveling. If we wanted to leave you, we could’ve done that way earlier. We could’ve left you injured, but we didn’t. We didn’t leave you, we stayed with you because we care for you. Now, please take that locket off before you assume things again.”

That seemed to calm him down. Harry tried to take the locket off from him again, but this time, Ron let him. Ron looked down, letting your words sink into his head. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Hermione moved so she could sit beside him, rubbing circles on his back to comfort him.

“It’s fine. We all overthink things when we’re stressed,” you said, smiling at him.

“Thank you,” he spoke, looking at each one of you. “I’m glad I have you all.”

You were all gathered around the table when you noticed that Harry’s hands started fidgeting. He hid them behind his back but it was too late because you already saw them. When Hermione asked him a question about where all of you should go next, he only shrugged. At that moment, Ron and Hermione knew something was wrong. Harry suddenly walked out and you immediately followed him. Hermione wanted to go after him as well but Ron stopped her before she could even move a step.

“Let Y/N talk to him,” Ron said and Hermione agreed it would be the best.

You saw Harry sitting alone, visibly overwhelmed. His hands were grasping tightly onto each other, trying to fight off the anger and depression creeping in. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The locket he was wearing doubled up the anger and depression he was already feeling.

"Come on, pull it together," he whispered to himself. He didn't notice you sitting beside him. It saddened you to see him like this. If you told your young self that the giggly kid you met at the Hogwarts Express back in your first year would end up like this years later, you wouldn’t believe yourself. But now here you were, beside him, watching him say positive things to himself when you knew there were little to no positive things left.

Harry hugged his knees. His eyes were still closed, and he put his head down as if he were trying to cover himself from the world. You teared up just from that sight alone.

That little kid who gave you candy on the train years ago grew up with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and you were a witness. The war was far from over and each day that passed without finding a horcrux troubled every one of you.

You didn’t know what to say so you just did what you could do at that moment. You hugged him, so tight to make him feel that if he wanted to cover himself from the world, you would provide a second layer of protection.

His body stopped shaking and he looked up at you. That was when you saw he was crying. You wiped his tears gently with your hands, telling him that you were there for him and that you were always going to be there for him.

“What if everything fails and he wins?” he asked, hugging your body with every bit of his strength. He was holding onto you like his life depended on it. You hugged him back, kissing his forehead before putting your chin above his head. You saw Ron and Hermione standing at the entrance of the tent, their eyes were tearing up as well. You didn’t know how long they had been watching you and Harry but you motioned for them to go outside.

They joined the hug, and right after, you felt safe from every harm that would come your way. Moments where you felt safe only happen rarely, so you cherished this moment.

“He won’t win,” you stated.

“How do you know so?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know so. I just believe so,” you answered. 

You hugged them even tighter, whispering that it was going to be alright when in reality you weren’t sure if everything would be alright.

Maybe what you were doing was instilling them with false hope, but at least it was still hope.

And right now, you all needed hope so badly.

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[dc-marvel-life]

That Dang Snake

Pairing: Hermione Granger

Summary: Hermione starts to get the attention of an unlikely Slytherin girl

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Final Part! Or is it....... Send in request

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Narrator POV

It has been a few weeks after Hermione and Y/N’s dates, and things are going great between the two. They have gone on serval dates in Hogsmeade or London. They very much enjoy being in each other’s company. Hermione took Y/N to her parents, which surprised them. They thought Hermione would bring Ron home and say they were together one day. 

Hermione’s parents didn’t care that Y/N was a girl. They were just delighted that Hermione was happy. They also loved Y/n, who was very charming towards them and won them over.

Hermione even helped Y/N find a new place to live since she got kicked out of her parent’s house and the family name. They found a small, cute place in London where Y/N can stay on breaks once she finishes school. It is close enough to Hermione to come and visit and even stay the night if she wants.

Now Y/N and Hermione are chilling in the Gryffindor girl’s dorm on Hermione’s bed. Hermione is reading a book while Y/N is working on a unique project that Hermione doesn’t know about.

“So, are you ever going to tell me what you have been working on for the past week,” Hermione says, peeking over her book.

“Not yet, it is a surprise, and you’ll have to wait a bit longer,” Y’N says, continuing to work. Hermione lets out a loud sigh and closes her book.  She climbs her way to Y/N and puts aside her project. 

“Please be careful, Mione, it is very important,” Y/N protests while Hermione sets it aside. Once Hermione puts it aside, she sits on Y/N’s lap and wraps her arms around Y/N’s neck. Hermione leans in and starts to make out with Y/N. Y/N gives in and kisses her back. After about a minute, Hermione pulls away and looks Y/N in the eye.

“So are you going to tell me now,” Hermione says, inches away from Y/N’s lips. 

“No, just wait until later tonight, and it will be all done,” Y/N says, then lean in to continue to kiss Hermione, but Hermione pulls back.

“Let me try and persuade you another way,” Hermione says and tries to lift up Y/N’s shirt, but Y/N stops her. Y/N and Hermione have been going on dates for about a few weeks now, and they aren’t officially dating. They haven’t had sex yet, and the only thing they have done was made out. Y/N did not want to rush into things since they weren’t officially together.

“Did I do something because you never want to go further? Do you not find me attractive anymore?” Hermione questions Y/N and Y/N feels instantly bad.

“No, not at all, Mione” Y/N kisses Hermione on the lips, then pepper kisses her face.

“You are the most attractive girl I have ever seen. Don’t ever think like that again,” Y/N comforts Hermione.

“Are you sure?” Hermione asked, making sure.

“Yes, I am,” Y/N says, then reaches over to grab the project she had been working on for a while.

“Read through this but be careful because I haven’t added the final pieces,” Y/N says, handing Hermione a handcrafted book. Hermione looks over the book and looks at the craftsmanship that is shown.

“I made it all myself. I could make the book from leather that Hagrid gave me and even made the paper from old newspapers and notes that I had lying around,” Y/N says proudly and watches Hermione open it.

Hermione opens that book to see Y/N’s handwriting. The book is a long love note to Hermione, and on the last page, it says, ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ Y/N waits until Hermione reads the whole book. While Hermione reads, she starts to tear up because Y/N wrote so many nice things. Hermione finishes the book and closes it gently, then stares at Y/N.

“So, do you like the book?” Y/N asks, and Hermione hugs her.

“I love the book so much, Y/N, thank you. Also, yes, I will be your girlfriend,” Hermione says while hugging Y/N in her lap.

A few days have passed, and everyone knows Y/N and Hermione are dating. Most people are happy for them, but some aren’t happy. The people are the girls that wanted to be with Y/N and Ron. Ron was never a fan of Y/N, but now Y/N is dating Hermione.

Y/N now stands up for the gang if Draco comes around to mess with them. Now the gang can see how nice Y/N really is and how much happier she is with Hermione. Everyone can also see how Hermione is much happier and more relaxed since dating Y/N. 

Y/N even started to eat meals with the gang at the Gryffindor table with Greengrass. It was a way for Y/N to be closer to Hermione and be close to her friends since Y/N is still being excluded from Slytherin. 

Y/N didn’t care too much about being excluded; she was okay as long as she had Hermione. 

Now everyone is talking about the upcoming Yale Ball. 

“So Hermione, what are you going to wear to the ball,” Ginny asks.

“Well, I don’t know yet because someone hasn’t asked me to the dance yet,” Hermione says, looking over at Y/N.

“You know you still have to ask your girlfriend to the dance even if you are dating right,” Greengrass says.

“Yes, I know that, Greengrass. Just waiting for the right moment to ask her,” Y/N says.

“The ball is just a week away. You should as soon, or someone else will take her from you,” Ginny says jokingly.

“Yeah, this is not how you treat a woman. Hermione, if Y/N doesn’t ask you, then I can be your date,” Ron says hopefully, and Y/N gives him a death stare.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, Ron. Maybe you should focus on getting an actual date and not try to steal my girlfriend away,” Y/N says, tired of Ron trying to step in.

“I need to get going and prepare for my next class,” Y/N stands up and grabs her stuff, “I’ll meet you tonight, so wait up for me, please,” Y/N says to Hermione and gives her a kiss. Hermione nods and watches Y/N walk out of the great hall.

Later that night, Y/N sneaks into the Gryffindor dorm and enters Hermione’s room.

“Hey, Mione,” Y/N says, approaching Hermione and kissing her quietly, so they don’t wake up the others.

“Hey, why did you want me to wait for you?” Hermione ask.

“Well, wouldn’t that ruin the surprise,” Y/N says, smiling, and Hermione raises her eyebrows.

“Come on, and I will explain later,” Y/N says with her hand out. Hermione grabs it and follows Y/N outside the castle.

“What are we doing out here now?” Hermione questions.

“Just wait for a second, and you will see,” Y/N says, looking up. Hermione looks up to see what Y/N is looking at and sees a hippogriff flying. Hermione is in awe. The hippogriff sees Y/N and comes down to her. They greet each other, and Y/N starts to pet it.

“This beautiful beast's name is Missy. Missy, I want you to meet someone special; this is Hermione,” Y/N says to Missy, and Missy bows to Hermione. Hermione is shocked and bows back at Missy.

“This is going much better than I expected,” Y/N points out. 

“Where did you find her” Hermione questions while petting Missy.

“One day, I needed some supplies in the forbidden forest. I saw Missy tangled up in some trap. She was injured, so I nursed her back to health. Now she comes and sees me every night,” Y/N says, smiling at Missy.

“So that’s what you have been doing late at night and not getting any sleep,” Hermione says, and Y/N giggles.

“Yep, I mean, I had to practice riding her before I took you on a ride,” Y/N says, looking at Hermione, who is shocked.

“You know how to ride her?” Hermione questions while Y/N climbs onto Missy. 

“Yes, I do. I have been practicing for the past two weeks. I wanted to show you the views, which are almost as beautiful as you,” Y/N says with her hand out, waiting for Hermione. Hermione blushes and takes Y/N's hand to help get on the back of Missy. Once Hermione and Y/N were securely on Missy, they took off into the night. It was an extraordinary scene flying over Hogwarts and seeing everything simultaneously; it was perfect.

“So, how do you like it?” Y/N asks Hermione while slowing down Missy.

“This is amazing! Thank you so much for taking me up here,” Hermione hugs her tighter.

“I am happy that you like it. The reason why I brought you up here is to ask you to the Yale Ball. I know it is not big and fancy like everyone else being asked out. I wanted this to be an inmate and personal” Y/N smiles at Hermione, hoping she will say yes.

“This is very inmate and personal, so I must give you that. Plus, I would rather have a more personable asking than going big and letting everyone know. This is perfect, and I couldn’t have asked for it any better. Now I do have to see if I am busy with the dance. I have had many people ask me out,” Hermione says, trying to hold back a laugh. 

“As long as those people aren’t Ron, then I am okay, and I have to have the first dance,” Y/N says, looking back at Hermione.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that because I will only be dancing with you,” Hermione says, leaning forward to kiss Y/N on the cheek. Y/N starts to cheer in happiness, and Hermione laughs at her girlfriend. 

Flashforward to the ball, Hermione wears a cute green dress, and Y/N wears a red jumpsuit to represent each house. They have a magical time together, dancing, hanging with friends, and having a little drinking involved.

During a slow dance, they look into each other’s eyes with so much love for each other.

“You know, I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else, but you're right,” Y/N says to Hermione.

“I know, my sweets, and I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else either” Hermione leans up and kisses Y/N. Y/N kisses Hermione back with so much passion.

“I am ready for the next step with you,” Y/N says, looking into Hermione’s eyes, but Hermione looks at Y/N, a little confused.

“What do you mean by that,” Hermione asked to understand more.

“I am ready to make love to you,” Y/N says and kisses Hermione.

“Ooo,” Hermione says after the kiss. Maybe it was the alcohol in her, but Hermione was ready to act now. She takes Y/N’s hand and leads them out of the ball.

“Mione, where are we going? The party is still going on,” Y/N says, standing in place, not moving until Hermione gives her answer.

“So, do you want to go to mine or your room?” Hermione says with her eyebrows raised, holding a flask that Ginny brought. 

“My room,” Y/N says and runs to her room. Hermione follows, giggling all the way there. They get to the Slytherin door, and Y/N says the password to reveal the door. They walk into the common room and head up to Y/N’s room. 

“Are you sure you are ready for this?” Y/N asks Hermione one more time. 

“Yes, I am,” Hermione says, pushing Y/N onto her bed. Hermione gets on top of her.

Taglist: @fanficaddictcore

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n: I can’t believe I agreed to this.

Hermione: This was your idea.

Y/n: I can’t believe you agreed to this.

[lionizingheathen]

HERMIONE GRANGER SMUT BUT MAKE IT LIKE GOOD LUCK BABE…. if you could pretty pretty please consider writing it 🧎‍♀️

Okay you've won me over this request might be my favorite one yet.

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, angst, fingering, biting, top!Hermione, bottom!reader, breakup

This is the last time.

You gasped as you stared up at the ceiling, feeling Hermione's fingers deftly working between your thighs, curling to hit the perfect spot each and every time without any instruction as she left deep marks on your neck and shoulders.

This is the last time before I tell him yes.

It's her way of saying goodbye, giving you a mind blowing orgasm... But the two of you had had a thousand last times, and you doubted that this one would be any different. Within a week you had no doubt that your face would be buried between her soft, perfect thighs again, her fingers thrusting so quickly inside you that any coherent thought was far from possible.

"You were made for my fingers." She grunted in your ear, completely animalistic in comparison to how she normally spoke, how pristine her language could be. It made you shiver as you dug your nails into her smooth, warm skin, wrapping your legs around her waist.

You wanted her as close to you as she could be, you wanted to feel her skin on you for as long as humanly possible.

"Ha... Mmm... Harder..." Your voice didn't even sound like it belonged to you - too wanton and needy, but it was how it always sounded when Hermione was fucking ruining you.

"Need more?" You nodded before remembering that she wasn't looking at you.

Speak.

"Mhm! Close, so close... Just... Harder... Please..." You choked, and Hermione let out a dark chuckle, pushing up so that she could get a better angle, her hand roughly squeezing at your breast as she added a third finger, making you gasp as she quickened her movements, a slick sound accompanying each one.

"Perfect..." She leaned in, ghosting a kiss over your lips before she bit down on the lower one, pulling it between her teeth, leaving a pleasant sting behind when she let go. "You're gonna cum for me? Good girl, cum on my fingers... Cum... Please..." That did it, it sent you spiraling over the edge, the heat that had pooled in your stomach spreading over your entire body as you writhed beneath her, digging deep into her back before you bit down on her shoulder, just for a moment.

Nothing could distract from this release, shit...

"Fuckfuckfuck! Hermione! Yes!" The world was still spinning as she slid her fingers out of you carefully, murmuring praises as you laid flat on the bed, breathing heavily... It was criminal how good she was at that. "Merlin's beard..." You breathed, looking over to see her slipping her fingers between her lips.

"Mmm..." You covered your face, feeling it burn as your cunt throbbed... Fuck, you were ready to go all over again just from seeing how she savored you.

"Shit, that's always so hot." You groaned, and she pulled your face away from your hands, leaving slow, hot kisses on your cheek before she pulled back, grinning down at you with a warmth that you knew would be gone in a few minutes.

It never lasted long... Sex softened her, but once it was over she was back to her plans.

"You taste so good." She sighed, leaning down to kiss you once more, gently stroking over your cheekbone before she cleared her throat and turned away. "Merlin, I wish you could stay forever... But it's time for you to go." You nodded, gathering your clothing up but not putting it on right away.

Normally there wasn't this much haste.

"I'll send an owl-." You paused as she did, wanting to hear what she'd say.

"No, don't. We're done. This was the last time, remember?" She said and you frowned, shaking your head before letting out a chuckle and crossing your legs... This wasn't your bed, it was hers, you should start dressing...

But starting to dress felt like accepting that it was possibly really over this time, and you didn't want that.

"Right, I'll see you next time, Hermione." You said, hoping that that would get through to her to remind her that there was never really an over with you two.

Instead, she just sort of looked over her shoulder, not even giving you the courtesy to fully turn around.

"Y/N." Your heart plummeted.

You knew that tone.

"What?" You asked, watching as she got dressed without even facing you, a new habit she'd picked up over the year. Before she'd let you help her, she'd kiss your hands as you straightened out her collars or she'd smile at you as you buttoned her pants... Now there was no warmth.

There was nothing.

You were in love, she wasn't.

"This was actually the end. I hope you know that." Hermione said carefully, and you sighed, pulling your pants back over your hips as your heart twinged in spite of yourself... You knew what she meant by that, she'd always been very clear that she had her life laid out a certain way, and she didn't like when things strayed from her plan.

You were the stray in her plan. This was the run in her previable fabric.

"What do you mean?" You asked, already knowing what she was going to say, but needing to hear it for yourself no matter how painful it was.

"I mean that I'm going to marry a man... I'm going to tell Ron yes on Monday, that I do want to be more than friends, that I'd love to be his wife, and that's just the truth of it." You grimaced, looking away from her as you felt her warm hand on your thigh, like she was trying to comfort you despite speaking to you like you were something that she could simply throw away. "Can you imagine the fuss if the Minister of Magic was married to a woman?" She asked, and the way she said it told you that she found it to be ridiculous, but you didn't.

Being married to Hermione would be heavenly... You dreamed about it quite often.

"I can imagine that we'd make a hot Minister couple... I can't imagine much else." You mumbled, and she sighed, shaking her head like you'd agreed with her despite doing the opposite.

She'd always been good at hearing what she wanted to hear.

"Exactly." No. I'm not on your side in this. "I'm already breaking molds left and right, I don't need to have another thing setting me apart from the lot, love." You frowned, wanting to prove her wrong, wanting to hear her say that she was kidding, that this was a cosmic fucking joke.

How could she make you fall in love and then leave you like it was nothing when you didn't fit her plan?

"But we have fun together." It sounded pitiful leaving your lips, but it was the best you could do right now and it was something that Hermione couldn't explain away.

She nodded, which gave you some comfort - at least you knew that you hadn't imagined that.

"We do." Then why not keep having fun. "But that's all it is. Fun." You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

No, because she hated when you talked to other girls, she got nervous when you seemed like you were over her... Why do all that just to leave you now?

"You were jealous when I was talking to Ginny the other day, you-." She cut you off, looking at you like you were crazy... But you weren't crazy, she'd been acting like a jealous girlfriend.

Part of you almost had forgotten that you weren't in love.

"Overreacted." You winced, looking away from her with a heavy heart. You recognized the look in her eyes, she was looking at you like you were a project that she'd completed, something that she could put away and never think of again. This really was her end. "I'm going to be someone's wife someday, but it won't be you." Fuck, did she have to say it like that? Did she have to make it sound like you weren't even human?

Sometimes you admired how well she could move on, and other times, this time, it felt like she was jamming a hot knife into your chest.

"You'll still think of me then." You said, and part of you was hoping that she would admit that she would - it was wishful thinking, if anyone could forget, it would probably be her.

Hermione would cast a spell on herself to forget you if she had to, she'd told you that late one night, tangled in your sheets after a particularly productive session... You'd laughed then, but it was clear now that it was no joke.

"I won't." ouch. "I can compartmentalize quite well." Yeah. Lethally well, you knew that.

You pulled in a shaky breath, looking at her with tears clouding your vision.

If she wanted to be like this, you could be cold right back.

"Trust me, you will." Your tone came out clipped, angry, and you saw the mask slip for a second, and the gentle woman that you'd fallen for all those moons ago was there - for a split second, it wasn't Minister-to-be Hermione Granger, it was Mione, the girl who'd spent days tutoring you in Transfiguration so that you'd pass your final year at Hogwarts, the girl who used to memorize your favorite things from Hogsmeade and surprise you with them just because... The girl who used to pull you down corridors for a quick, secret kiss... And then she was gone. And Hermione Granger remained. "And when you do, don't come crying to me with the time that you've wasted with him... I wish you the best of luck with your plan that I have no part in." You snapped, your eyes brimming with tears as you pulled your jacket over your shoulders, apparating away from her flat as quickly as you could.

[novthewolf]

hey can you write hermione x slytherin!reader (gender doesn't matter to me) where r convinces hermione to sneak out of the castle and go stargazing and hermione realise her crush on r isn't as small or fleeting as she thought it was thnx

In your eyes, millions of stars

Pairing : Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader

Masterlist : Here

Warnings : sickeningly sweet, poor baby is crying, insecurity, english isn't my first language.

Words : +1,6k

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"Hermione !" You called out loudly, rushing through the crowd. Since the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbâtons joined Hogwarts for the triwizard tournament, the corridors were crammed. So you had to elbow your way towards your favourite muggle born.

Her cheeks warmed up at the sound of your voice, much to her dismay. You always gravitated around her, though it didn't bother her at the beginning, but ever since the other slytherins started proclaiming their hate towards muggles, she tried to avoid you. But you were incredibly persistent and stuck with her for almost four years now.

And in the course of those four years, she ended up with sort of... feelings for you. A silly little crush, that's all—one that will probably fade away if she stops thinking about it.

You giggled like an idiot and stood right in front of her, a conspiratorial look on your face. "Alright, I know you will probably laugh at my face for that, but it's really, really important!" You pressed with a wide smile.

Her heart skipped a beat, the thought of you asking her about the upcoming Yule Ball popping into her mind. But she pushed her silly little fantasy back and composed herself, offering you her signature frown. "What is it ?"

"The sky is clear tonight ! There have been clouds up there for weeks, and now we can finally see the stars." I smiled geedily, awaiting her reaction.

"Oh..." She nodded, now understanding your excitement. Hermione, you absolutely knew about you sneaking out to the astronomy tower at night to stargaze. The first time she was caught was the night you caught her and her friends sneaking out of their dorms to challenge Draco. Despite her slight disappointment, she rolled her eyes. "Again, Y/N ?"

"Of course ! Oh, come on, please join me tonight !" You pleaded with a pout, your hands joining in a prayer.

You had asked her to accompany you every time you snuck out, but she always turned you down. However, this time, you really hoped she would accept. Hermione had been stressed for weeks, going back and forth with Harry and Ron to patch things up. You wanted to offer her a chance to relax and focus on herself.

Hermione bit down on her lower lip and looked down. "I don't know. It's been a rough couple of days... I'll just head to bed right away."

You smiled at her, your eyes full of care. "I know, but I swear it will be worth it."

"We're going to be in a lot of trouble if we get caught." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

You smirked mischeviously. "I never got caught... but I do accept the risk of taking it with me." I teased, raising my hands.

"Ron and Harry are the only reason I always get into trouble." She raised her finger as a warning and fought the playful smile that tried to creep its way onto her lips.

"Add me to that list, then." You winked teasingly, causing her to fumble on her words for a minute.

"O-Oh, you... you sly snake..."

You chuckled mischievously and took a step back towards the buzzing crowd. "Midnight, armour room !"

Her mouth fell open as she yelled after you. "I didn't say yes !"

You turned one last time and visibly shrugged. "You didn't say no." You laugh like a brat and finally disappear.

She scoffed in disbelief, but her smile couldn't fool anyone. She brushed away a strand away bashfully and whispered. "Why are they so annoyingly cute?"

Midnight was soon here, and you steadily made your way up from your common room to the alley of armour stands. In spite of the confidence you showed earlier, you couldn't deny the hurtful beating in your chest, a mix of hope and deep doubt. Your fingers were nibbling around your nails as you waited for her to come. The moment you spot her, your eyes light up, and an excited smile grazes your face. "You came !" I whispered, a slight sigh of relief passing your lips.

She rolled her eyes and muttered reproachfully. "I'm just here to make sure you don't do something stupid." Her eyes kept scanning around frentically, as if awaiting Peeves or Filch to jump out and surprise you.

You sighed playfully and reached to take her hand in yours. "How heroic of you... Now come on !" You chuckled and started to lead her towards the secret passage.

Hermione gasped, and her cheeks flushed. She couldn't worry about the ringing of your footsteps on the cobblestone floor or the chilly breeze brushing her skin. All she could focus on was being in yours, squeezing softly. She shook those thoughts out of her head. She didn't want to think about her silly crush too much.

"We're not going to the astronomy tower ?" She whispered when you got out of the passageway, outside the castle. Her hand holds onto yours tighter. Your thumb circled soothingly on the back of her hand.

"Indeed not." You chuckled a little louder now that you were alone. "We're going to the Black Lake; the caslte would block the view otherwise."

She gulped and glanced back at the shrinking castle. "Why did I accept it... ?" She mumbled. You turned back to her and smiled softly.

"It's okay, you're with me." Your reassuring voice was pushing her to keep moving forward. The tips of her ears were coloured bright pink, but thankfully the darkness covered the evidence of her heart.

Finally, you reached the bays of the lack. Dodging the branches that hide your secret spot. "Wait here a second." You grinned and let go of her hand. The loss of contact made her shiver, and she put her hands into her pocket, the winter slowly setting in.

"Lumos.." You searched for the bag you hid a few hours before you had to go back to the castle. Hermione squeaked when she saw you light up your wand and rushed to grab your arm.

"Put it down !" She groaned. You observed her for a second, simply blinking, before looking down at your linked arms. She followed your gaze and suddenly pulled away, blushing and rubbing the back of her head.

You chuckled nervously, your own blush matching hers. "Sorry, I just needed to grab the blanket." Once the soft fabric spread on the ground, you moved your arm towards it. "My lady.." You bowed your head with a teasing smile.

Hermione chuckled and slapped your arm. "Stop it."

You laid down next to her, and your gaze met the stars, welcoming the familiar sight. But this time, the feeling was different—better. Because she is here, right next to you. Your chest was slowly raising and falling. Being with her this way made you feel warm despite the cold, and knowing the two of you gazed into the same sky created a connection between you two.

Hermione sighed, totally relaxed, smiling at the stars. Minutes flew by, spent in a comfortable silence. The brunette was the first one to speak up. "It is quite relaxing; I'll give you that."

You chuckled and whispered. "The least I can do for you. You study so hard and still make time to help your friends."

She smiled bashfully before dismissing you, her eyes saddening. "But they're still fighting... I should do better. I should do better." She groaned at herself. "It always just feels..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, preventing her from speaking more. She swallowed thickly and stared into the wide night sky.

"Like, I'm not enough..." She sniffed, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Alarmed by her voice, you turned to her and rushed to comfort her. "You are trying the best you can, Hermione. And you are doing incredibly well !" You reassured her. "You are like the greatest person I know." Your hand grabbed hers on instinct, which got her attention.

Her beautiful brown eyes met yours, ready to brush off your praise. But instead, her breath hitched in her throat when she noticed your own eyes reflecting the bright stars. Her glossy eyes shine like a mirror. Taken aback by her beautiful and yet so sorrowful face, you gulped, your brain having a hard time creating full sentences.

"That's why I brought you here... I always come here to clear my mind and get away from all the  confusion."You twisted your fingers, not knowing how to formulate the words that wanted to pass through the barrier of your throat. "No one knows this place, so it's peaceful."

Her heart beats louder in her chest. No one knew this hidden spot by the lake, just you. It was your safe haven, where you felt relaxed and safe, and yet... you were willing to share it with her. Hermione was incredibly touched by your gesture. Her soft hand sneaked her way to yours and embraced it gently. A silent thank you. You squeezed back, too embarrassed to meet her eyes, and instead focused on the sky.

She smiles lovingly, though you couldn't see it. You were always so supportive, caring, and kind, despite your blood status or your different houses. It was at this moment that she realised the simple idea of not spending time with you like this ever again was unbearable.

"You are the sweetest slytherin I know." She joked in a whisper. You chuckled in response and hummed in pure comfort.

No, she wanted to stay here, your hand in hers, laying down, gazing at the stars. Hermione had spent so much time trying to forget her feelings for you that she didn't realise how, just like the stars that covered the entire sky, you took all place in her heart.

But never in a million years will she try to forsake you from it.

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[nickeverdeen]

Subtle Loyalty | Hermione Granger x Hufflepuff!fem!reader

Pairings: Hermione x reader (romantic), Ron x Hermione (one-sided love), Ron x reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Tension, Comfort

Warnings: Secret relationship, one-sided love

Summary: Being in a relationship with Hermione Granger is great and keeping it silent ‘cause she’s not ready is not a problem for you, but due to keeping it silent Ron thinks he might shoot his shot as he always liked Hermione

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The Hufflepuff common room was alive with its usual warmth and coziness, a stark contrast to the long, grueling day everyone had endured. The fire crackled gently, throwing golden light across the space, and a faint scent of baked goods lingered in the air. You sat cross-legged on the floor with Hermione, Harry, and Ron. It had become a tradition for the four of you to unwind together whenever the days got particularly overwhelming.

Hermione sat close to you, her legs tucked under her, her curls falling over her shoulder as she listened intently to Harry’s retelling of an encounter with Peeves earlier that day. You were perched beside her, nodding as Harry spoke and occasionally chiming in with cheerful commentary.

“You should’ve seen his face,” Harry said, laughing. “I swear Peeves didn’t know what hit him when McGonagall showed up.”

“Well, Peeves rarely learns his lesson,” Hermione said with a small smile, her gaze flicking to you as if checking to see if you were still paying attention. Of course, you were, beaming back at her with your usual brightness.

The moment was interrupted when one of your housemates, Sophie, poked her head in. “Hey, Y/N? Sorry to bother you, but… can you help? The jam jar won’t open again, and you’re the only one who can manage it.”

You grinned, standing up with a smile. “Sure, be right back.” You gave Hermione a quick, reassuring glance before walking off, leaving her with Harry and Ron.

As you left, the atmosphere in the room shifted ever so slightly. Ron, who had been stealing subtle glances at Hermione all evening, took your absence as an opportunity.

“So, Hermione,” he started, shifting closer to her on the couch. “You’ve been spending a lot of time here lately. Not that I’m complaining.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed slightly. “It’s nice here,” she replied neutrally, scooting just a bit away from him.

Undeterred, Ron leaned his elbow on the back of the couch, his body language casual but his intent clear. “It’s nice having you around. You know, just us sometimes.”

Several nearby Hufflepuffs exchanged wary glances. A couple of them—who were privy to your relationship with Hermione—visibly tensed. They knew how much you adored Hermione, how you wore your heart on your sleeve for her, and they were protective of you in a way that only Hufflepuffs could be.

Hermione, feeling their eyes on her, glanced around the room nervously. She wasn’t interested in Ron—not in that way—and she certainly didn’t want you walking back in and misinterpreting the situation.

Just as Ron was about to say something else, the door creaked open, and you returned, the infamous jar of jam in hand, a proud smile on your face. “Mission accomplished!”

Your eyes flicked to Hermione and Ron, who had stiffened at your reappearance. You tilted your head slightly but didn’t let your smile falter. Whatever had been going on, it didn’t faze you. You trusted Hermione implicitly.

Hermione, however, seemed worried. She quickly slid off the couch and moved to your side, her hand brushing yours in a subtle, grounding gesture.

Ron, catching the way Hermione naturally gravitated toward you, finally seemed to piece things together. He leaned back into the couch, his face falling slightly as realization dawned on him.

One of the Hufflepuffs closest to you, Sophie, gave you a knowing smile, clearly relieved at how effortlessly you diffused the situation.

As Hermione stood close to you, you nudged her gently with your shoulder, leaning in to whisper, “You okay?”

She nodded, her brown eyes softening as she met your gaze. “I’m fine,” she replied. “Thank you, for not making a big deal out of it.”

You grinned. “Of course. I know you’ve got good taste.”

Hermione let out a soft laugh, the tension melting from her shoulders. She placed a hand on your arm, leading you back to the couch. Whatever awkwardness lingered quickly dissipated as the conversation shifted back to lighter topics, though Ron remained notably quieter than usual.

As the evening went on, you caught Hermione’s gaze several times. Each time, her eyes held an unspoken gratitude, her affection for you clear in the small, private smiles she reserved only for you.

Later that night, as you walked Hermione back to her dormitorie, Hermione slipped her hand into yours. The halls were quiet, and no one was around to see, but the gesture still felt significant.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” she murmured.

You looked at her, a bit puzzled. “For opening the jam jar?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “For everything.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you squeezed her hand gently. “Take all the time you need, Hermione. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her smile was soft but radiant as she leaned in, brushing her lips against your cheek. For a moment, the world outside faded, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in quiet comfort.