#hermione x you

[gayle0828]

Don’t let me end up like this.

Hermione Granger x Gn reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Angst, Happy Ending

Summary:

Oneshot:

It has been weeks since you last saw Hermione. Ron and Harry are also gone.

(Parenthesized are from a song that’s not english, but I liked the meaning of the song behind the lyrics so i translated it.)

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(The days are still passing by)

You kept wondering why Hermione left without saying anything to you. You're her lover. The last time you talked to her was after Yule ball. In a great mood and had a sweet talk at the astronomy tower.

Wondering what life you will have once you get married.

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it (y/n)?”

“Yeah, not as beautiful as you though.”

She blushed and gave me a smile. You don’t know if it was a happy one or a sad one.

Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I wonder one day when we get married, will you still be like this?”

“Of course, why not? You’re the most beautiful and the smartest girl in the world. No one could top you, not even me.”

“Oh come on (y/n)... well that is true though.” She laughs then rests her head on my shoulder.

(Inside of my heart is spinning too)

We had a great night, You were too dense to know something was up.

You woke up and prepared to meet Hermione. You went to the great hall to have some breakfast. You didn’t touch it since you were waiting for Hermione to come so we could eat together.

But she never came. You thought she was sick so i went to the Gryffindor’s common room.

As you were walking trough the dorms You found ginny. She might know something about this.

“Hey, have you seen Mione?”

Ginny seemed depressed as her eyes looked puffy. Did she cry?

“Are you okay?”

She just walked right past me. You guess she isn’t well. But, you need to find Mione.

You knocked at her dorm only to be met with silence.

You used a spell to open the door, to your surprise the room is totally clean. No one was there at all.

You now knew something was up. There’s no way Hermione would just leave you without saying goodbye like that right? Hermione wouldn’t do that.... unless...

You ran trough the halls trying to find Ginny. You know that she knows something about this.

After running and running, you saw Ginny at the garden. You walked there to, calm myself down.

“Ginny? You know something about Hermione, Harry and Ron missing right?”

You sat down next to her at a bench.

“(Y/n), did Hermione really not tell you anything?”

“About what?” You gave her a smile trying to not let her see my nervous expression.

“They needed to prepare for Voldermort’s next appearance, It looks like he’s getting strong. They needed to leave. For Hogwarts to be safe. For us to be safe.” She then muffles out crying.

Why didn’t Hermione tell me? That’s the first thought you had.

Ginny left me to be alone.

You already felt my eyes getting watery. Oh Hermione, you promised to not make me cry.

You then recalled that time when I first met Hermione.

You was in my 4th year. You had never communicated with anyone at all. Except when people did talk to me because they needed something. No one noticed me, That’s why you felt lonely most of the time.

But that was until that brown frizzed hair girl with freckles lend me a hand.

(You changed the darkness in my heart)

It was like she saved me from the darkness I was holding onto.

At first, we were only friends. She introduced you to Harry and Ron then.

You started to hang out more and more throughout the years. Until you realized your feelings for her weren’t just a simple friendship. You loved her more than you ever could love anyone else.

It was 7th year when you decided to keep this feeling aside, with a fear that you might lose her.

But then, Hermione sends me mixed signals.

Whether it’s holding your hand when it is winter, Wiping my mouth if you somehow eat messily… and overreacting when you get a single paper cut from a book even though she has more paper cuts than you.

You somehow just confessed to her…

It was Friday night, Class just ended and you asked her to go with you to a balcony. You then showed her the beautiful stars.

And you took your shot.

“Mione, we’ve been friends for 3 years now. I know that this may sound stupid, but yeah I mean it's stupid. You wouldn’t actually like me the way I like you-“

Suddenly you felt a pair of lips, touching yours. It was a sweet and passionate kiss. You would never forget this moment, the way she’s holding your robe not wanting to let go. The way her bangs brushed against your forehead. It was wonderful, You also didn’t want to let her go.

The night felt so long. Having her in your presence all night long, not until we both went back to our dorms still holding hands. As she pecked your lips goodbye after you led her to her dorm.

That was the most wonderful night you’ve ever had.

(But the story of the two of us,

Must go through over both bad and good things,)

You remembered your first fight, It was dumb.

Throughout the day, Hermione has been ignoring you.

You sat next to the golden trio beside Hermione.

“Good morning guys,” You say putting down your tray. Hermione didn’t look at you. Ron and Harry gave you a confused look. A look that was telling you “Did you two fight?”

You shaked your head answering Harry’s question.

Ron and Harry were bickering the entire morning. Still, everytime you would try to talk to her she just joins the two’s conversation. Making you feel a bit weird.

Class now ended and, You couldn’t sit next to Mione since somebody already occupied the seat next to her. You could only sit behind her back. You watched her actions, the way she spins her pen. The way she traces the words on the book that she’s reading.

But something was off, When you arrived she never looked at you. Being Hermione, she would always have this bright smile when you enter the room. She would at least say hello. But this time she didn’t.

This got you thinking,

“Did i do something wrong?”

After class, you already saw Hermione leaving the room, You hurried and ran towards her. Running towards her, you grasped her hand and lead her to a private place.

After dragging her here, you looked at her. Only to see Hermione looking down. Her curly hair covering her eyes. You brushed a strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear.

You sat at a couch then tapped beside you signalling Hermione to sit. She gladly took a seat still avoiding your gaze.

You then held her hand. As you kissed her knuckles, you breathed out.

“Mione, did i do something wrong? If i did, i hope you would forgive me.” You say still looking at her, her eyes now meeting yours.

“You-you didn’t do anything wrong...” Her breath hitched making your heart break into pieces. It was your first time seeing Hermione looking like this... and you didn’t want her to be like this. You for sure did something wrong and your blaming yourself for it.

“Then what is it Hermione?” You say softly.

“It’s just that, i have been seeing you with Harry more often. And it made me feel jealous...”

I cupped her cheeks and rubbed it with my thumb gently.

“Mione, Im sorry i made you feel that way, No one can compare to you. You’re the only one i love.” I say as i placed a soft kiss on her lips. She hugged me so tight, I wished we could stay like this forever.

(But in this minute,

Stay by my side on and on)

Now you’re in your dorm, Sitting while hugging my knees looking at the moon. You felt weak, it was shivering. But you couldn’t mind less.

You feel lonely. Hermione was always the one who would make my day bright and happy. And now that she’s gone, you felt like there was no day to your life anymore.

She meant everything to you. The world and my star. You can look at it from afar as it shines within the sky. But you can never reach it nor feel it.

Nothing can describe your pain. Cause the only thing causing you pain was her.

And you didn’t want her to be the cause of your sorrow. As long as she would come back for you you’re willing to do anything and everything.

“I would never leave you y/n,” You heard Hermione’s voice. It was very vivid and seemed real. You remembered Hermione saying that particular sentence. She was smiling, her frizzy hair still looking the same. She was holding both of your hands.

(Please hold my hand,

Longer and longer than this)

Hermione would never leave you, She would come back.

Right?...

The only thing being heard in the room that night was muffled sobs.

Days turned to weeks into months. She neither sent a signal nor an owl to remind you that she’s still there, alive.

You still weren’t over her. You look through the class hoping to find that brown bushy haired girl. But you could never find her. You waited for her at breakfast every single day. You never touched your food.

Ginny was getting worried by your actions. You never looked so depressed. She noticed that you haven’t been eating nor sleeping as your eyes had big eye bags on them. Your voice was hoarse, maybe from crying. She thought. You also looked pale. She knew that she needed to take care of you.

Every now so and then she forces you to at least take a bite of your food but it wasn’t successful.

You’re failing your classes, but you never cared about them anyway. You only did it because you knew hermione would be happy, and also nagging if you didn’t.

(With all my heart that i have,

There is only you, you know?)

It was true. Only Hermione can take the space in your heart. She’s the only one you loved. And you wouldn’t want anybody else. You wanted to be with her. But you can’t, She’s not here. And that makes your heart ache more than you could ever know.

(My life right now,

There is only you with all my heart,)

You would keep waiting for her. Even if it would take years. You still believed that she would come back. For you.

Ginny seemed to have moved on. She was now her usual fun side. It was as if The three never went missing. But you knew deep down inside her, she still feels sad.

You are now for the last time waiting.

You’re sitting, resting my head on my bed.

You knew deep down inside me that you will always be waiting. Just for her to come back.

All of this made you want to die. It was as if you wanted to rip your heart out off your chest.

Missing her, felt like stabbing a hundred knives straight to your heart. But you know that if she sees you like this, she wouldn’t like it.

A few days after she left, you felt like she let you go and you didn’t want that. You don’t want her to let go but she already did. There’s nothing else you can do.

Don’t let go of my hand,

Please don’t Mione,

Don’t let me end up like this.

“I will not let you end up like that.” a familiar voice sent shivers to your spine. You hadn’t heard her voice for so long.

You knew she wouldn’t leave you.

A big smile then crept up on your face.

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(The song is from thailand, GAP the series, by Nam Orntara- Don’t let me end up like this.)

[msmk11]

Whatever You Say, Dear

Hermione Granger x reader

WC: 584

CW: being scared of airports; fluff

Summary: You hate airports. Thank god for your girlfriend. (I think I hate this work but oh well!)

Day 10 of mk’s mad dash

Airports are your worst nightmare. It’s not the flying part that bothers you- though that’s always a little unnerving too- but the scary security guards, the lingering fear that your luggage will get lost, and the stress of always having to be in the right place at the right time.

Your girlfriend knows this, so she’d assured you that she would take care of all the travel plans for your first ever trip together. When you two first decided to go to Australia, Hermione took charge of booking the flights, the layovers, and the hotels. You were left with the more fun tasks- researching excursions, restaurants, and the top things to do in the area where you’d be staying.

Though one burden was lifted off your shoulders, your day of travel looms before you frighteningly. The night before you leave, you are tossing and turning in bed all evening, not getting a wink of sleep. Even with Hermione’s attempted caresses and soothing words, the nerves rumbling in your stomach cannot be calmed.

You’re up and heading to the airport early, suitcases stowed in the trunk and you in the passenger seat, leg bouncing. Hermione reaches out and puts her hand on your thigh, urging you to still.

“Sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay, promise. Just turn off that pretty head of yours and let me do all the worrying okay?”

You turn and look at her and take a deep breath, “yeah, okay, okay.”

So like Hermione said, you try to turn your brain off. When she parks the car, you mechanically step out of the passenger seat and grab your luggage. You hold Hermione’s hand while you wait for the shuttle, and she holds yours in her lap on the ride over to the terminal.

When you step past the sliding glass doors at the airport, your senses are immediately overwhelmed by all the people milling about, the bright, yellow lights, and the cold stares of the workers who look like they want to be anywhere else but here.

Hermione gently urges you to a bench and then goes to drop off your luggage and print your boarding passes.

She’s quick, or at least seems so to your dazed self. Hermione grabs your hand again and pulls you along to security. Your girlfriend knows that this is the hardest part of traveling for you, so she squeezes your hand gently as you stand in line to go through security.

“Just gotta answer a couple questions and walk through a metal detector okay? You’ve done nothing wrong so they have no reason to be suspicious of you.”

You nod shakily and grip tightly onto her until a security guard harshly ushers you through the beeping metal detector.

A major sigh of relief escapes your body when nothing happens, and you quickly find another bench as soon as Hermione finishes in security.

Your girlfriend is quick to put on her shoes, and then she kneels at your feet, “here, let me, sweetheart.”

Hermione grabs your ankle gingerly and slips your foot into your gym shoe, tying the laces in a bow tightly. She does the same on the other foot and then stands, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I’m so, so proud of you sweetheart. Now we just get to relax until we board. Think you can just sit pretty for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you say, dear,” you reply, mind hazy and heart thumping from all the warm affection Hermione has offered you.

[remusslove]

Secret~ hermione granger

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲~ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.

“Hey babe, whatchu doin?” You said casually before walking into her room plopping on her bed with a sigh. “Nothing, and my mom and mrs Weasley are going to be here in half an hour, so I suggest you shouldn’t be here.” She said, her nose buried into her new book.

“Good I have thirty minutes with you then” you said snatching the book out of his hands before placing kisses on her face. “that was a fourty dollar book! Just because you don’t care about your education doesn’t mean I don’t care about mine!” She protested as you rolled your eyes.

“So? I could steal you ten more of those anyway. Besides, your always reading it and never talk to me anymore.” You replied standing up and beginning to fidget with his book collection.

“You have another cat? I didn’t know that.” You said in amusement as the Siamese cat waltzed into the room and into her arms. “Because you never ask. And I just got her yesterday” she said petting its fur as it purred and stretched its body.

“Well how am I supposed to know if you never even talk to me during break and stuff! It’s like I’m invisible!” You exclaimed dramatically making her roll her eyes. “Oh please don’t act like your not with mattheo and Theodore and Blaise and that stupid girl that’s always fawning over you” she argued.

“That’s why your ignoring me? Because of Pansy?” You asked teasingly raising and eyebrow with a smirk. “Don’t act dumb y/n. You know she likes you, especially when she uses that for awful baby voice infront of you. “Oh y/n your so funny!” She said mockingly in a high pitched voice.

You laughed before placing a kiss on her cheek and laying down next to her. “I love it when your jealous, it’s so adorable” you teased grabbing one of the main books off the table by her bed. “Whatever. If I see you talking to pug face Pansy once we get to hogwarts I’m not giving you any homework answers for a month.”

“Have it your way mrs.salazar” “I’m not taking that last name if we get married.” She replied to your comment making you groan playfully. “Come onnn, how good does that sound? Hermione Salazar. Sounds fucking awesome.” You commented forcing her to hide a smile.

“Besides, it’s not like your parents would even think of you with a slytherin. Especially after reading the prophet.” “Well if I didn’t know you I would think the same thing. You don’t have such a great reputation.” She said making you scoff.

The prophet just released information by Rita skeeter about you supposedly, “a couple of steps from becoming your great grandfather” because you got into a fight with a gryffindor boy twice your size and still won.

“It was a just a little fight, nothing to crazy.” You shrugged it off causing her to look at you with wide eyes. “Just a fight? You broke two of his ribs, his hand, his nose and left him a bloody eye!” She exclaimed.

“he called you a slut, case closed. And I looked hot with a bloody nose don’t cha think?” You teased. “Oh please. That ego of yours is gonna get you killed one day.” She laughed.

[the-oblivious-writer]

Wanna Be Yours |1|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter One: Pranks & Fifth Year

Notes: Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): None that I'm aware of

Prologue|Next Part

Y/n entered the train when a hand waved her over to a compartment. She entered the compartment where she saw familiar faces. Amelia and Leo were sitting across from each other, Y/n gave a quick 'hello' but then gave a confused expression.

"Where's Raine and Link?" she asked, Amelia rolled her eyes at the mention of the two. "Pranking the first years with Fred and George. Same as always."

Leo scooted closer to the window and left more room for Y/n to sit down. "Judging by the sudden silence, I'm assuming their plan is already in place." Y/n tilted her head back and sighed. "Merlins, do I even want to know what they have planned this time around?"

Leo chuckled slightly as he shook his head,"Why spoil it?" Just as those words left his mouth Lorraine, Fred and George came running in the compartment abruptly. They had their hands on their knees and were out of breath. "I'm assuming something went wrong" Y/n remarked.

Fred was peeking his head around every now and until finally shutting the door.

"Yeah..about that we uh kind of got the wrong compartment" Lorraine said as she took a seat, bunched up next to Y/n as Fred and George stood and avoided the window to the compartment door. 

"Wait-" Amelia started looking around, "Where's Link?" Fred, George and Lorraine suddenly looked at each other and back at the girl.

"He kind of decided to take his own road but he's fi-" before George could finish his sentence the compartment door opened. The three pranksters jumped but soon relaxed when they saw that it was only Link. "Merlin's beard, you scared us," Fred said.

"Sorry bout' that mate just had to wait for the coast to be clear before showing my face" Link responded, still taking heavy breaths. "Whose compartment did you get instead?" Amelia asked curiously.

"Draco's who was with Blaise and Theo. We ran before they could even leave their seats" Fred said, slightly laughing as he recalled the memory. "You should have seen their faces when the stink bombs went off" the four started to laugh.

"I swear one of these days, you're gonna get yourselves killed" Leo said as he shook his head.

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They arrive at Hogwarts and separate when getting to the Great Hall to go to their house tables. Amelia and Y/n sat together at the Slytherin table, Link sat with the Hufflepuffs and Lorraine and Leo sat at the Ravenclaw table. Dumbledore made the same speech he made every year. It was their fifth year, they had gotten used to the same boring words he fed them at the beginning of every year.

Eventually it was time to eat and the Great Hall grew with noise. Y/n sat and ate silently as Amelia spoke with another Slytherin. Y/n wasn't one for making conversation, half the time it felt forced. She kept a small friend group and that was it. Y/n was an anti-social butterfly as her friend called her. 

Y/n poked around at her food but couldn't help but feel eyes on her. She looked up to see a Gryffindor girl staring at her, only for the girl to instantly avert her stare. Y/n felt heat rush to her cheeks from being stared at. The Slytherin stared back at her food as her mind kept trailing back to the girl.

Suddenly, Y/n felt a gentle nudge. "You alright?" Amelia asked the girl. Y/n only nodded and turned her head back at her food. Amelia looked at the girl skeptically but didn't want to push and left it at that.

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Amelia and Y/n made their way to the dungeons when Amelia spoke. "I know you're always spaced out and stuff but you seemed a bit more than usual. Everything okay?" 

Y/n thought for a moment. "Yeah it's just..there was this girl who I caught staring and it just caught me off guard I guess." Amelia gave a little smirk which confused Y/n. "What?"

"I think I might know who you're talking about," Amelia replied. "And how is that?" Y/n asked curiously. "Just have a feeling it's the same girl who I've caught staring at you before" Amelia answered as she still held a small smirk.

"And who might that be?" Y/n asked, heat rushing to her cheeks. "Just some girl whom you’ve never spoken to but I have a feeling this year will be different. Considering this is the first time your clueless ass has noticed" Amelia remarked.   

Y/n rolled her eyes at the girl's last comment, "Enough playing blue's clues, I'm exhausted." The two girls entered the Slytherin common room and made their way to the dorms.

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed that first chapter! Exams are still going on but I'll try to work on a chapter whenever I can

Remember to stay hydrated folks, happy pride and good luck to anybody else who still has exams going on!

[ilguna]

☼ advanced (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; when all of your friends left you for changing, Hermione was the only one that stayed.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 1.6k

notes; READER IS RAVENCLAW.

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It didn’t take you very long to discover that the professors of Hogwarts don’t actually care about the academics of their students. If they did, then they’d offer more challenging material for those who need it more than others. Like you, for example.

There have been countless times where you’ve asked for harder assignments because what they were giving you was entirely too easy. You’d blow through their work in fifteen minutes, and then they’d expect you to make yourself busy until the end of class, as if that made any sense.

They didn’t want to give you harder work, because that meant they’d have to create a whole new curriculum for you, basically. They wanted you to continue to follow along with their lessons and do well in class. Harder work meant potential failing grades, and they weren’t going to take the chance.

So, you moved onto seeing if you could work ahead of your class. However, that only worked for so long. The only teacher that even entertained the idea was Snape, surprisingly, and that was mostly because he wanted to see how much you could do before you gave up.

You liked it, because that meant you’d have to read the potions book for once instead of skimming over it. You stayed up for countless nights finishing papers, excited that you finally had something to do. 

He got tired of watching you turn in work weeks in advance, because that meant you weren’t paying attention in class. Which isn’t entirely true, because you often found more helpful information in the class, and you were able to correct your mistakes—what little you had. Besides, you think he was fed up that you didn’t tap out.

It brought on a brief phase of doing other students’ work, especially the older students, until you got in trouble for that. It was fair, you couldn’t really complain about it because it made sense.

The very last effort you made was taking the issue up with Dumbledore, in hopes that he’d side with you and possibly talk to the teachers about giving you more nutritional work than what they had to offer. Instead, you were shut down and told that everything is taught at a pace for a reason.

Since, you’ve decided that you don’t really care about showing up to class anymore. If they’re not going to try and help you, after you’ve asked them several times, then you’re not going to humor them. What’s the worst they’ll do? Give you detention?

Well, they have. Each time you go, it’s the same bullshit about finishing your work, and then you can go. And each time, you finish the paper in ten minutes and slap it on the Professor��s desk on the way out. They don’t even bother to stop you anymore, because they know the work is actually done.

What a shame, really. You’ve spent a lot of time lately, thinking about what other students they’re letting down by going about it this way. In muggle schools, they have advanced classes for students who are ahead. You can’t understand why they don’t do the same here.

They’re all about bright witches and wizards, until they have one right in front of them. Of course, maybe it’s because of the house you’re in. It’s expected of ravenclaws to go above and beyond in their work. Maybe there have been hundreds of other girls and boys like you, looking for more and then repeatedly being let down. 

You would transfer, if you could.

“I was thinking we could go to the Three Broomsticks tonight.” Hermione bounces, looking between you and her two other friends.

Hermione’s the only real friend that you’ve managed to keep this year. The other friendships that you’ve taken years to perfect have all vanished into thin air. It must have something to do with them being afraid that your troublesome behavior is contagious. At least, that’s what you like to think, because they all stopped coming around when you began to skip class.

You can’t explain just how weird it is to go from being the most popular student in ravenclaw, to being not talked about at all. They were proud to call you one of them because of your test scores and excellent behavior, but it took a sharp turn when you no longer followed the criteria of the house.

You thought that shit would only happen with the slytherin’s—you suppose betrayal can happen anywhere.

When it comes to Hermione, though, she can’t bring herself to care. She can see why you skip class to cause discussion with your Professors, but she always turns her nose up when you mention detention. It’s an idea that’s never crossed her mind once, and it didn’t cross yours for a while, either.

Besides, she’s friends with Ron and Harry, who are friends of yours by association. The two of them are always getting in trouble, whether they mean to or not. She had to let go of the fact that you had unintentionally turned into one of them, without ever meeting them before.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. You’ve had a few conversations with the two of them, none of them were meaningful enough to remember.

“Sounds good,” Harry says, “Are we going to be studying again…?”

Ron makes a noise, “Please, no.”

“Yes, we are. There’s going to be another round of tests. The Professors warned us about this last week. We need to be ready.” She says.

“Hermione, I think you and (Y/n) are the only ones that care.” Ron says.

“I don’t need to study.” You give him a look, “And you should care. If your grade drops any lower, I think they’re going to kick you off the quidditch team.” 

“They won’t.” Harry says.

“I don’t care, anyway.” Ron rolls his eyes, “Let them try.”

Hermione places her hand on Ron’s shoulder, tilting her head, “I care.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, suppressing the urge to slap her hand off of him. Or better, get that look off of her face, “I can’t go.”

“Why?” She pulls her hand away, a frown appearing.

“I got detention.” You lie, crossing your arms and looking away.

“What? When? I thought you said you were going to stop skipping.” Hermione says.

“It was last week,” You say, “And I said I wouldn’t do it as often, not that I would stop altogether.”

You share a look with Hermione, and she doesn’t seem very happy. You’re not sure what she wants from you, exactly. You might be lying to her about having detention, but you did say that you would try. If you stop, then that gives them the impression that you’ve given up. And you’re not a quitter.

You wouldn’t mind going to the Three Broomsticks tonight, it’s just that you’re not really in the mood to watch her be all touchy with Ron for the rest of the night.

“Is something wrong?” She finally asks.

“Nope, I’m fine. I should go, I’m going to be late.” You stop walking, “I’ll see you guys later?”

“You can’t meet us there?” Harry asks.

“I’m making up a test. That’s why the detention was postponed for so long.” You shrug, “I’m going to head back to my dorm when I’m done.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” Ron waves, you lift your hand.

You turn around, heading the direction you came from. There’s no doubt that Hermione caught on to the lie towards the end. If it weren’t for you, she would be the top student in your grade. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone pick apart a sentence so thoroughly before.

You make it through two hallways before you hear your name being called. When you look over your shoulder, you’re met with Hermione. “You’re not actually heading to detention, are you?”

“I am.” You squint at her.

“Really? What class?”

“Snape’s.”

“Snape doesn’t have his detentions on Wednesday’s.”

“I have to make up a test. The deadline is soon.”

“He couldn’t have done it yesterday?”

“I don’t know, I don’t make the schedules, I just show up.” 

“You wouldn’t mind me walking you there, then?” 

Your eyebrows twitch. You should’ve known she’d do this.

“What’s the purpose of that?”

“To make sure you get there.” 

You press your lips together, “You don’t believe me.”

“No, I don’t. Snape was very specific at the beginning of the year that he’d make no exceptions.”

“It’s not an exception if he organized it, right?”

“Let’s go.” She begins walking, and you walk behind her a few steps.

You shake your head, “What are Ron and Harry doing?”

“They’re going to meet me there.”

You sigh, “Why are you doing this?”

“To make sure you’re telling the truth.”

“Am I not trustworthy to you?” You ask her, “And even if I’m lying, don’t you think I’d be doing it for a reason?”

She scoffs, “Humor me by telling me what that reason might be.”

“Maybe the fact that I can’t stand to see you so touchy with Ron.” You spit, she keeps moving for a second, before she stops to look at you.

“Why would that matter to you?” She asks, “You’re lying to get away from me, so you can’t care that much.”

“Take a guess, Hermione.” You grit your teeth.

You watch her think over it, and slowly, you’re able to watch the color flood her cheeks at the realization. There’s only one reason that it would make sense for you to try and distance yourself from her, and it’s the same reaction that a lot of people would have if the person they liked didn’t feel the same way.

“Oh.” She murmurs, “Okay.”

You raise your eyebrows, “That’s it?”

“No, well, yes,” She smiles nervously, “You feel the same way that I do.”

[morganalatina21]

Teach Me

Summary: Y/n Potter is known for getting any person she ever wants, but what happens when she has to comfort the one she loves?

Hermione Granger x fem! Potter! Sly!reader

Warnings: y/n has loveable bastard energy, James and Lily alive, angsty to fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end, can lead to a part 2

Word Count: 3.1k

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"Dad! Y/n is hitting on Ginny again!" Harry shouted, stomping into his father's office, his sister right beside him with a small smile on her face.

James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"How am I supposed to ask her out like that?"

The man turned around to meet his kids, seeing Harry with red cheeks and teeth clenched and Y/n looking... well, looking like him.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Tell her to stop hitting on every possible girlfriend I have!" He said like it was obvious. "It's the third time already!"

It was true, last year every time Harry would even think about inviting a girl to some sort of date, she'd step in and kiss her first.

And now that Harry, with the help of his mother, realized how he actually wanted Ginny instead of Cho, there she was talking to her all flirty.

"Sounds like I'm doing something really good that you aren't." She waved, standing smug right beside him. "Step up your game, idiot."

"Dad!"

God, sometimes Y/n sounded awfully like James, that's something he probably would've said.

"Well, Harry, she isn't completely wrong." He started, seeing the shock look in his son's eyes and a victory smile on his daughter's face. "You have such a lack of confidence I don't know where you got from. Maybe fight for her a little more?"

The boy scoffed, leaving his father's office and slamming the door on his way out.

"Y/n we've been here before..." James said, making her roll her eyes. "Your brother really likes Ginny, can you make things a little easier for him?"

"I'm just giving him a little nudge." She shrugged. "They were under a tree outside and she was practically begging him to kiss her, seriously, how is he that dumb?"

"Don't talk like that about your brother." He asked.

"Oh come on! Neville was thinking about asking her to the ball." Y/n told. "He'll lose her, I'm just trying to help. Besides, Ginny knows what I'm doing. And Harry should know by now redheads aren't exactly my type.'

James rolled his eyes at that, she was the first born-Potter who didn't feel attracted to a ginger.

His father, Fleamont, was. He was, and Harry was following the same path when fell in love with the youngest Weasley.

"Fine, just... tone it down a little."

Yeah right.

"Get your own girlfriend!" Harry shouted to his sister, two days later.

"Why do that when I can wait for you to pick one and just show her I'm so much better." She answered, not bothering to look back to see the boy rushing down the stairs to reach her.

"You're already going to the Ball with George!" He argued. "Why would you suggest to take her?"

The girl only laughed.

Both Weasleys knew what she was up to, in fact her and Fred thought about it together.

"I'm gonna tell mom!"

"You should. Cause if you keep up like that, she'll be the only woman in your life." Y/n mocked, turning the corner to go to Transfiguration class, not caring about her brother shouting behind her.

When the Yule Ball finally came, a week later, he finally had managed the courage to ask the Weasley girl to be his date.

Harry had his sister to thank, but he would never admit it.

Ron, however, didn't seemed happy in the least. He haven't managed any date and had to invite the Patil, Hermione being taken already. But to see his younger sister in the arms of his best friend, and his older brother holding his girl best friend, it was bloody torture.

Y/n and George were stealing some treats from the table when the girl saw Hermione leaving the hall with her head low after discussing with the ginger boy.

"Go for her." The Weasley said.

"What do you mean?" She asked, turning to the table again, avoiding to look at the door.

"Oh come on, Y/n. We all know you have a crush on her since day one. Ginny accepted you flirting with her because she knew you wanted to get under Hermione's skin. Just go get your girl and stop hitting on your brother's girlfriends."

Y/n hesitated.

George was right, unfortunately. Since the start of first year, on Hogwarts Express, she'd been head over heels for that little know-it-all Gryffindor.

But even though she wanted to try something, her feelings for the idiotic Weasley boy were way too clear.

And worse, Y/n was a Slytherin, and her house didn't exactly gave her the best reputation.

Leaving the hall, she tried to be as nonchalant as possible, holding her dress a little, but her entire act fell upon seeing Hermione crying in the stairs, untying the small heels and throwing them to the side.

"Hey." She called, approaching the girl. She immediately started cleaning her tears, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, he's a jerk."

"What do you mean?" Hermione pretended to not know, watching her sitting right in front of her. "I don't care about what Ron says, I just wanted- nevermind, you wouldn't understand."

"Wanted to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you?" She completed, making the gryffindor lift her eyes. "I understand more than you think I do."

Hermione frowned her eyebrows, not getting what she meant. She was known in all Hogwarts to always get who she wanted.

"Whatever, I'm just going to my room and try to forget all of this happened."

"Hey, no! Don't be like that." She shoved her knee lightly. "Come on, don't let a stupid boy ruin your night. I know one thing that would cheer you up, let's go!"

"But-"

"Don't think too much, come!"

She pulled Hermione with her through the hallways, the girl murmuring they'd probably be expelled.

The Potter led the well known path to the statue of the witch her father taught her it was a secret passage.

"What's that?"

"Firewhiskey!" She smiled, shaking the bottle, seeing the reprehensible look in Hermione's face. "Please, one night won't hurt, and it will take your mind off that damn redhead."

Y/n didn't meant to hate on Ron Weasley, she never did. But he had a literal goddess all over him and he'd be dumb enough to not want her.

Even with that offer, the girl shake her head no, making the Potter scoff.

"Thought you weren't a coward, Granger."

"Coward?!" She took the bottle from her hands with heat, opening it and turning swallowing three big sips.

It burned her throat, making her cough and almost throw up, wiping off the excess of her lips.

"Hey, you good?"

She lifted her head, looking at her with challenging eyes. "Who's not drinking now, Potter?"

Merlin, that was hot! They both thought, Y/n's mind focusing on Hermione and her's thinking about the beverage.

"Easy, Mione." She asked, trying to get the bottle. “Don’t wanna send you to the Hospital Wing on your first time drinking.”

The girl laughed, adrenaline started to run in her veins and she was feeling bold tonight. If bold and brave girls, such as Y/n always got what they wanted, it was her time to try, no?

But her conception of bold was a tiny bit different from the Potter’s.

“We should be doing this in a dorm, someone might catch us.”

“Not you trying to put limits even when you’re being rad.” Y/n mocked, taking a shot of the whiskey. “And I think it’s the perfect time to show you this.” She said, hearing fast footsteps coming in.

Closing the passage, she hid the bottle behind the statue, not invisible enough not to get caught if someone took even one step forward and positioned her hand on her forearm.

Professor Minerva turned the corner, looking at them intrigued.

“What are you two doing here? The Ball is taking place somewhere else.”

“Yeah but it was kinda boring, Minnie.” She answered, feeling Hermione freeze by her side. “I wanted to do something else but this killjoy right here caught me.”

The girl looked at her, eyes wide in shock, she knew it would cost her house some points, but the Potter didn’t seemed to care.

“She was taking me to the dorms anyway.”

Minerva was far from dumb, she knew the Potter reputation with girls, the same as her father's, but it seemed like her and the one she loved could finally have some time together.

“That’s truthful of you to admit your mistakes, miss Potter. Fifty points from Slytherin, and I hope you know your father will hear about this. And to you, miss Granger, fifteen points for Gryffindor for acting right. Now please, get this over with, I don’t want another scandal.” And turning around, she made her way back to the Great Hall. 

“See?” The Potter asked, pulling away when Minerva was far enough and grabbing the bottle. “Don’t worry, your goody-goody reputation won’t go to hell.”

Hermione felt weird, heat from the drink and the adrenaline washing over her. Was this how power was? Feeling like you could do anything?

“Teach me.”

“Teach you... what? How to lie?”

“How to be like you.” She asked. “You’re not scared of anything, and it’s like you don’t have a care in the world. I wanna do that.”

“Well, Ms Bold For The Night, what is something you always wanted to do, but never tried for being too afraid of getting caught?”

There was so many things she could make an entire list and it would be miles long. 

A couple of things fired up inside her mind, and she found herself smiling dumbly, cheeks feeling numb and face blushing.

“Oh god, this is so scary.” She mumbled, face buried on Y/n’s back as they raised from the ground on a broom.

“Don’t chicken out now!” The girl warned, getting them higher and higher.

Hermione was already regretting her decision, her stomach twirling on itself as they flew up to the Astronomy tower, where she always wanted to be by midnight, to watch the starts and the moon.

Her hands were around Y/n’s waist, one holding the bottle of whiskey so strongly her knuckles became white.

The wind brushed against her skin and she got goosebumps, the heat of her body colliding with the cold air. The Potter was clearly laughing at how frightened Hermione looked, as if she could ever let her fall off.

“We’re almost there!” She announced, loud enough for the girl to hear, but not to someone inside the castle notice the voice. Instead of landing on the inside of the tower, she decided to stand on the roof of it, even further from the grass.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“They always check the Astronomy Tower, everyone comes here after curfew sooner or later.” She shrugged, sitting down. “Besides, it’s even better to look at the stars from here.”

The Granger looked up, seeing how close the waning moon looked, how bright it was. Before she even noticed, she also sat down really close to the girl, still looking at that big black sky.

Never, on the muggle world, could she get a sight like that.

That’s why she was so grateful for being a wizard, and she thanked the universe by learning everything there was to learn about that world.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Yes, it is.” Y/n answered, but when Hermione turned to look at her, she quickly blinked stared at the moon. “Want some? It’s better not to get cold.” 

The gryffindor felt her cheeks burning even before drinking, but she gulped down two more shots to have the courage to finally voice a question in the back of her mind.

“Why you never flirted with me?”

The Potter froze upon those words, holding the bottle tight against her palm.

“I- uh-” She gagged, blinking so many times and avoiding eye contact by closing her eyes. Fuck it, she thought. “I only flirt for fun, like they’re attractive or kinda cool or something. I won’t flirt with someone I have feelings for.”

“That doesn’t add up, you flirt with George a lot.” Hermione snapped back, taking off some pins on her hair.

“I don’t have feelings for George.” Y/n answered immediately. “He’s only my date to the Yule Ball because... well, everyone who’s interesting were taken and we didn’t wanted to spend an entire night with some fans we can’t escape or some shit.”

She turned the bottle upside down inside her mouth, swallowing so many times she lost count, her throat burning and eyes watering.

“Wait, so, who is it you have feelings for but won’t flirt with?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s you, Granger.”

Hermione blinked, feeling a little tipsy already.

“I never did because I knew from day one you liked that motherfucker Weasley, so, what’s the point?” She shrugged, facing the moon and drinking one more time, putting on her best show of not caring.

Under the moonlight, Hermione looked at her, eyes shining more than usual, her body framed perfectly by the black dress with a slit on the left side where she could peek to see a little of her thigh.

That didn’t made sense inside her mind, a girl as pretty as her? Having feelings for a know-it-all everyone made fun of?

“It doesn’t matter.” Y/n sighed, interpreting her silence as a bad signal. “Let’s just go back and-”

“You said you’d help me.” She interrupted, slurring her words. “There’s also one thing I always wanted to do, but have always been too scared of.”

“What is it? Take a swim at the Black Lake?”

“No, we can do that later.” She answered, with a smile. “I always wanted to kiss you.”

“Really?”

As soon as she nodded, Y/n’s heart race increased so fast she thought it would come out of her chest. Hermione’s face was red and with a large smile on her face as she leaned in.

There, with only the stars and the moon as witnesses, they finally kissed.

After four years of misinterpreted feelings and suppressing emotions and trying to be interested in literally anyone else, they finally came together.

Tongues burning with the drink and dresses mendling on each other, bodies close together for the warmth they gave out.

Pulling apart after a while, Y/n dropped her head in the girl’s neck, wanting to make sure she was actually there, that she wasn’t dreaming once again. The smell of her perfume made her head spin and she nuzzled closer, feeling her chuckle.

“What ya laughing at?”

“I’m just so happy.” Hermione answered, lifting her hand to caress the girl’s hair. “But we have to get back soon, it’s really cold out here.”

Y/n smiled wickedly at that, pulling her head up, and it gave Granger the chills. Not only because she looked pretty, but she also looked like she just got an idea, and it was terrifying.

And she was right.

Their ride on the broom was so much faster this time, because they just got down from the roof to the inside of the tower, leaving the object on the side and taking her hand.

They’d have to go all the way to the Gryffindor’s tower by walking, risking getting caught while at it and the only thing she said when Hermione tried to argue was “live a little.”

“Come on, where’s Ms. Bold For The Night?” She asked out loud when the girl took of her shoes and was walking in the tip of her toes, getting a “shhh” as an answer.

They started walking and it was like every corner she’d hide behind Y/n, waiting for a monster to show up, or worse, a teacher.

When they heard the loud steps from Filch, Hermione’s breath hitched on her throat, but the Potter was quick to open up a door to a random closet and pull her inside.

It was the same size as a broom closet, however mostly cleaning objects, and they could only see each other by the pale moonlight entering through the window.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Granger whispered, trying to disappear by shrinking. When Y/n told her to focus on literally anything else, her eyes darted to her again, and what she was wearing. “That really is an awesome dress.”

“You can try it on.” She suggested, a smug smile appearing on her lips. “But only if I can try yours on and you help me take it off.”

“There’s a spell for that! Let me see...” She started, pulling her wand and Y/n had to bite her lip to not laugh out loud.

“Hermione.”

“Yes?” Only then she noticed her smile and her tongue licking her lips lightly, eyebrows arched. 

The girl thanked they couldn’t see each other well, because she was blushing like hell, but she had a feeling Y/n could guess what was happening, because her flirty smile turned into a genuine chuckle. 

Hermione cleared her throat as low as possible. “Oh, would you teach me that too?”

“I’ll teach you anything you want, princess.” 

“Then yes, I’d like to try on your dress.” She dared, gulping down her fear and shyness.

Y/n pulled her even closer, one hand in her waist and the other on her cheek.

“I know Minnie said she couldn’t handle another scandalous news on Hogwarts, but I think she’ll have to get used to the fact a Slytherin and a Gryffindor are sleeping together.” Y/n told, tracing kisses down Hermione’s neck.

The girl felt like melted butter on her hands, knees shaking and ready to give up and just ler herself be mold by the Potter. 

She forced her body between the slytherin’s legs, feeling her smile mid-kiss by her sudden audacity.

“I know we can’t sleep in each other’s dorms but I wish we could.”

“Well, technically...”

A few moments later, Hermione rushed into the Gryffindor’s common room, finding Harry, Fred, George and Simas sitting there. 

“Harry, I need the cloak!” She asked, looking flustered and out of breath, the boy just indicated the stairs to the dorm with a confused look and she ran past him. “Thank you!”

“Wait, why are you wearing my sister’s dress?” He asked when she came downstairs, fabric in her hands and a small smile on her face.

“It’s the end of a Ball, you stupid thing.” Y/n answered, coming through the passage and looking at him, Hermione's dress framing her body. “The real question is, why isn’t your date wearing your clothes? Now, thank you for the cloak but I feel like we still might have to stop by some broom closets on the way to, you know, hide.”

Hermione passed the boys, her mouth hung open in a smile, she knew what that actually meant, as excited as ever, and vanished through the passage with the Potter girl right by her.

“Harry, piece of advice.” George called, standing up. “Don’t look at the map tonight.”

“Unless you wanna know how fast your sister can make Hermione cum.” Fred finished, making Harry’s chin fall.

Well, at least, now she wouldn’t be going after his girlfriend.

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Part Two

[ayyeitssarahh]

Kinkmas Day 7-Hermione Granger(Stockings)

TW: Stockings, slight choking, eating out, fingering. (That's it I believe but if I missed any, lemme know! Also sorry this is super late, I've been last but I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:564

Sitting next to Mione at Slughorn's dinner is proving to be not as boring as I thought. My hand is on her thigh and hers is on mine. 

Listening to Slughorn’s talking is making me sleepy. My eyes slowly begin to close before I felt a squeeze on my thigh, 

I sat up abruptly and looked at Hermione. She continues to sip her drink but I stare at her with a questioning look. 

I turn back to my food only to see everyone looking at me. My cheeks turned red and I looked down.

“You know, Thank you for dinner Professor but Y/n isn’t feeling too well so I am going to take her back  to our dorm.” She said quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me from my seat. 

I say a quick thank you and follow after her. 

“What was that Mione?!” I ask her, confused. 

She drags me in the dorm and closes the door, using her want to lock the door. 

She pushes me on the bed and lifts my dress up. 

Running her hands up my thighs, she hooks her hands around my stockings, pulling them down. 

“Hermione. What are you-ggg” I start to say before she shoves my stocking in my mouth.

“You keep those there darling, I wanna eat you in peace.” She says before leaning forward and giving my pussy a quick kiss. 

My eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed and she begins to suck. Swirling her tongue over my clit. 

My hands go to her hair and pull slightly. She pushed her head in more, shaking it side to side slightly, her nose nudging my clit every so often. 

I move up, slightly choking on the stockings. I take them out of my mouth and throw them on the floor next to us to be dealt with later. 

“O-Oh Merlin!” I mutter. I feel her chuckle against me before I feel a finger prod my hole. 

“Mione!” I said, as she put her middle finger in me, slowly thrusting as she continued to suck. I feel my orgasm build quickly. My legs start to shake and next thing I know, My legs clamp around her head and I'm cumming all over her face. 

Pulling her finger out, she grabs my legs, pulling them apart and continues to lick my pussy, letting me come down from what just happened. 

When she sits up, she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth and she smiles. 

“Thanks for that lovely. I really needed it after seeing you in that dress all night and not being able to do anything.” She said leaning over me. 

I get up onto my elbows, still breathing heavily and smile sleepily.

“You’re welcome baby. But that turn of events made me tired so can we please sleep?’ I ask her and she gets up and heads to my dresser. 

“Yes, let's change into our pajamas and then we can go to sleep” She said walking back over with my Pj’s in her hand. 

We quickly change and then get under the covers. I lean my head on her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair. 

“I love you my sweet girl.” She mutters quietly. I hmm back, too tired to speak, but she knows I heard and she knows I love her back. 

[foolishpensandidioticink]

Harry Potter Characters + Love Languages

I recently saw a theory which posited that we receive affection in the form we lacked during childhood and that we express love the way we received it. It made a lot of sense to me and I thought it would be cool to do something with it. I recently saw a theory which posited that we receive affection in the form we lacked during childhood and that we express love the way we received it. It made a lot of sense to me and I thought it would be cool to do something with it.

Part II

Fred Weasley

Expressing

Quality Time

The Weasleys spend a lot of time together. Like, a lot. In fact, Fred sometimes thinks it's too much!

Because of this, though, he wants to be around you as much as possible.

Very clingy. He's the type to hug you and not let go for the next fifteen minutes, and an innocent kiss on the cheek from you can turn into an hours-long makeout session. If you're stupid enough to cuddle him you will not emerge until the next day, if then. He will literally wrap himself around you to prevent any chance of escape.

He will force you to attend his quidditch practices, and he will force you to wear one of his Gryffindor sweaters.

Shows off ridiculously whenever you attend a practice.

After practice, Fred swoops down on his broom to where you're sitting in the stands. "How's it going, gorgeous? Your champion has returned," he grins. You smile playfully at him. "Champion? It looked to me like George was doing most of the work." Fred gasps with indignation. "Your accusations wound me!" "Forgive me, Freddie," you say sarcastically, "Whatever can I do to make it up with you?" "Come for a ride with me. We can be like on of those old witches and her cat. You can be the cat," he adds. You roll your eyes. "Fine, but if you drop me I'm telling your mum.

Receiving

Words of Affirmation

As we know, Molly and the twins have had a *complicated* relationship.

She compares them to their siblings quite a lot, and I see that becoming a problem for them.

In Fred it manifests as excessive bravado covering low self esteem and/or insecurity about his intelligence.

This is why I think he melts a little when you praise him.

He'll put on a smug face but inside he kinda wants to cry.

It doesn't even have to be a lot, one day you nonchalantly go, 'Nice work, Fred. You get it right every time.' and he fucking passes away.

"You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for." Fred stills over his latest gimmick. "What?" "Feels like you don't appreciate yourself enough sometimes," you reply, not even looking up from your book. "You're so creative, and I think it's cool." He swallows hard, and it takes him a moment to come up with a suitably cavalier response. "You're right. I should have a bigger ego."

Hermione Granger Expressing

Acts of Service

We don't really get to learn much about Hermione's childhood, so we can't draw conclusions there. However, we can look at the way she treats her friends for clues.

She does Ron and Harry's homework a lot, and she makes Ron a schedule without any reason to, other than affection. She also spends hours in the library researching things in order to help Harry.

I like to think that Hermione would find out your specific learning style and then meticulously craft a study schedule suited to your precise needs.

Constantly checks up on you. Have you had something to eat? Have you drank water today? Are you warm enough? A little overbearing, but in the best way possible.

"Hermione, I'm fine," you grumble. "There's no need to be worried." "I'm not," she protests, face heating up. "I'm sorry if I'm irritating you, I just want to make sure your cold doesn't get worse." "It won't even have the opportunity," you assure her. "Not with you taking such good care of me. I appreciate it, truly I do." "Best start acting like it," she sniffs, turning away huffily. But you can tell, behind that cloud of golden-brown hair, she's smiling.

Receiving

Words of Affirmation

This one seems kind of obvious, right?

For the first three books, Hermione is described as plain and a bit of a pain. She also has a mildly abrasive manner which I think causes most people to feel ill at ease around her.

To summarize, I don't think Hermione receives many compliments, at least not from her peers.

So if you were to praise her, she would be putty in your hands.

She reacts in a very salient manner, stumbling over her words, false and performative annoyance, refusing to make eye contact, fidgeting.

"Ah, here she comes, the brightest witch of her age," You exclaim as Hermione comes down the stairs towards you. "Miss Granger, sorceress supreme, enchantress eximius, tell me, how does it feel to be near divine?" "I-that's not-no-I-Oh, you," she sputters finally. You give her a shit-eating grin. "There's another thing I love about you: your ability to form coherent sentences." "Oh, shut it," Hermione says, taking your arm. "All this sweet talk and not even a shred of intelligence." "Not a one," you reply. "I leave it all to my gorgeous genius of a girlfriend." With satisfaction, you watch her come undone again.

Draco Malfoy

Expressing

Giving Gifts

Another very obvious one.

The Malfoys are rich and, in rich people fashion, probably spoil Draco horrendously. As we see in CoS, they buy him anything his small ferrety heart desires.

Expensive gifts. I'm talking silk house scarves, jewelry encrusted with precious stones, miniature replicas of your favorite animals done entirely in diamond.

He will constantly try to give you money. Like all. The. Time.

You can try to get him to stop but he'll just ''anonymously'' leave money around. You have no idea how he even gets it into your dormitory, but there's always a random stack of coins somewhere on your property.

He'll deny it too, but he's a terrible liar. He somehow still thinks he's slick.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Why on earth would I want to give my money to an ungrateful brat like you?" "Excellent question," you say. "Why are you giving money to an ungrateful brat like me? And how did you even get into my dorm?" He rolls his eyes. "What makes you think it's me?" "Because you're always trying to give me cash or something expensive? Because you want to do nice things for me? Because you're a big old softy?" you suggest. Draco colors violently. "I am NOT a softy, and I resent you for suggesting such a thing." "Who would have guessed it? Draco Malfoy is nothing but a teddy bear," you crow. "Shut up," he hisses. "To think I was about to buy you another suit." "Oh, Draco," you exclaim. He looks at you expectantly. "How very soft of you."

Receiving

Physical Touch

I know, I know. It sounds crazy, but that's exactly why it works so well.

I mean, think about it. Draco's constantly surrounded by adorers like Pansy Parkinson, and I'm sure people are constantly sucking up to him in to get on the good side of his father's money, so words of affirmation would likely have little effect on him.

He's used to getting gifts and likely thinks of it as a given. The same goes for acts of service.

He clearly has a close relationship with his mother, meaning that he didn't really lack for quality time growing up.

So, by process of elimination, physical touch!

He'll fake irritation when you try to hold his hand or hug him, but Merlin forbid you try to let go of him, because all hell will break loose if you do.

Melodramatic ass bitch.

"If you want to break up with me just say so." You glance at him, startled. "What?" "Just break up with me already," he says sourly. "I'm obviously not enough for you anymore." "Draco Malfoy, what in Merlin's name are you on about?" you ask in consternation. "You threw my hand out of yours ten minutes ago, and you haven't tried to put your arms around me at all," Draco responds haughtily. "If you won't perform your stupid acts of affection anymore, you may as well admit you're tired of me." Your mouth opens and closes in shock, and then you burst out laughing. Draco flushes angrily. "What's so funny?" You shake your head. "Nothing, nothing. I'm sorry, Draco, come here."

[specialagentlokitty]

Hermione x reader - forever together

Hermione x (platonic) reader who had a rough upbringing, and hermione befriending the reader and being like an older sister to the reader and protective of them? - Anon 💜

Hermione noticed you from the moment you all started Hogwarts, from the way you said nothing as the sorting hat talked to you but you said nothing in return, to the way you said nothing as you were put in Gryffindor and you just walked straight to the dorms.

You had steady grades, did whatever you needed to and talked to no one.

As the second year came around, she was determined to talk to you.

Hermione went to the one place she knew you would be, the library.

It was quiet, not a lot of other students went there unless they had too, and you were left alone by the teachers.

Hermione took a while to find out, but as she made her way into the furtherest corner of the book sanctuary and that’s when she found you.

You were sitting at one of the tables, back against the wall as you flicked through some random books.

“Can I have a seat?” She asked softly.

You didn’t bother to look as you nodded and she frowned a little.

“I’m Hermione. Hermione Granger.”

You looked up this time.

“(Y/N)…” you mumbled out.

“It’s nice to meet you, what are you reading?”

You simply flipped the over around so you could show her and then went back to reading.

Hermione kept trying to talk to you but you only nodded or shook your head, you hardly spoke a word to her and that’s something she noticed through the next few weeks.

A couple of months passed and Hermione had managed to grow a little closer to you, but that was it.

She was getting ready to go home for summer when she noticed you didn’t have any bags packed, you were simply sat on the stairs watching everyone leave.

“Are you not going home?” She asked.

You looked up at her and shook your head.

Hermione grabbed her suitcase and set it on the steps and sat next to you.

“Don’t you miss your family?” She asked softly.

You scoffed a little.

“I’d much rather stay here.”

She frowned.

“Do you want to come to mine?”

You looked at her and shook your head.

“No thank you, I don’t want to be a bother.”

Hermione smiled at you and gently nudged you with her shoulder.

“Come on, you won’t be a bother. My mum and dad won’t mind at all, actually they’d be pretty happy I think.”

You turned away from her and felt someone standing behind you, so you titled your head back to find Dumbledore standing there.

“Why not go? We have some renovations to do around the school it would be safer not to be here.”

You simply sighed but you nodded your head, agreeing to go with her.

“Great! Do you need help packing?”

You shook your head and gestured to your bag next to you.

“That’s everything?”

“Everything I own.” You shrugged.

Hermione frowned.

“Really?”

You nodded.

“I’m sure I’ve got some things that could fit you.”

You sat with her and her friends on the train, but you didn’t take part in the conversations they were having.

But just like Hermione said, her parents were excited to see her and they were more than happy for you to stay with them for the summer.

You realised that she lived closer to you than you realised, only a couple of streets away so how you had never run into her was beyond you. But you never told her.

“Hey do you want to go shopping?” Hermione asked.

“No money.” You replied.

She laughed a little and held up a bank card.

“My parents said they’d pay for whatever you needed. So, want to go?”

You looked up at her.

“I… I’ve never really been…” you mumbled.

Smiling softly, Hermione sat on her bed and grabbed a pen and a notebook.

“Just write down whatever it is you want.”

You wrote a small list, just clothes, that was it.

“You don’t want anything else?”

“I don’t need anything else? Just a new change of clothes.”

Hermione frowned even more.

She couldn’t help but the sadness that built up inside of her at that sentence. You generally seemed so confused and so honest about that was all you needed.

She wondered what your home life was like.

She wanted to ask but she chose not to, instead she scribbled a few more things on the paper and you both went shopping.

It was a long day of shopping and when you both returned to her home you had a lot of bags.

She helped you put everything away and handed you the books she got for you.

“For me?”

“Of course they are, I noticed you like reading.”

You cracked a tiny smile.

“Thank you…”

Hermione spent the whole summer doing things you hadn’t done before or weren’t allowed to do, she learned more about you bit by bit.

She vowed during that summer she was always going to look after you and show you the best in life and she did.

When you all returned to school she was right next to you, she took you to Hogsmead, let you show her your favourite hiding spots.

Hermione became your sister, you went to hers every holiday, her parents took you in as their own.

You started to smile a bit more and open a bit more and you two became practically inseparable

[kidney9-9]

Back Rubs - Hermione x Reader

TerraXAqua asked: How about a oneshot of Hermione demanding a foot rub maybe because she likes being barefoot in general, but then being totally overwhelmed by how good the reader is at it? xD I think it would be hilarious to read about her trying to hold back her reactions and being embarassed about it. :) Hope the idea is not too silly!

Hi there! I don't feel comfortable writing about feet but I will write this with a back rub instead! Thank you for asking and I hope you enjoy!

Hermione Granger x Reader [Fluff] Warnings: Pain, use of spells and potions for pain Word Count: 1.2k

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Hermione was exhausted and she could not get any rest because of how bad her back felt. She spent the entire week hunched over, studying for exams, and reading over some books in the library. She felt like an old lady, unable to stand up straight without groaning loudly about the pain.

She needed your hands now.

You were the greatest at back rubs or back massages. You seemed to know exactly where the pain was, how to rub it out and how to smooth your hands into letting the pain go. You were the only one out of everyone at Hogwarts who knew how to do this. She’s tried spells as well – random ones she’d find in the library about back pain, and they all just made it worse.

She had terrible knots of muscle pulled together and separate strands of muscle pulled apart in these terrible flairs of pain whenever she tried to stand up straight or stretch.

She found you when everyone was eating dinner, and as loudly and dramatically as she could (because she truly felt like she needed this), she begged you, “Please, please, pretty please, will you rub my back for me?” When you didn’t answer, she said it again.

“Rub my back! It hurts so much, please! You must do this! I cannot stand this pain any longer!” She shouted this time, and everyone went silent in the hall, and turned to stare at her. The only reason you didn’t answer her the first time was because there was food in your mouth.

This time, you stared at her as your jaw dropped. Silently you stood up and glared at everyone who was staring at her, “Mind your business!” You finally snapped at the onlookers. They instantly went back to their food and chatted, not wanting to mess with you.

“Hermione, are you okay?” Your voice lowered several decibels and took on a concerned tone. You moved your legs, so you stood up next to her, instead of on the table, and wrapped an arm around her. She collapsed into your figure, a relieved sigh flying out of her mouth.

“It hurts s’ bad, help me.” She moaned, limping with you as you guided her out of the hall.

“Should we go back to your dorm?” Your question made her groan loudly and shake her head. She couldn’t walk that far, it hurt too much. She moved closer to you, her arm wrapped under yours, on your back.

“How about the gardens, then? We can lay on the grass, it’ll be comfortable with the nice breeze.” You whispered down to her ear. She nodded tiredly against you.

You guided her to the gardens, carefully and slowly taking some small steps so her back didn’t hurt anymore. Hermione’s breathing came out in small pants, and it worried you deeply, she sounded like she was in way too much pain.

“Did something else happen?” You asked her softly, gazing down at her. Her hair was sticking to her face because of the sweat and there was a light sheen on the rest of her exposed skin.

“I tried…some spells to relieve the pain…and took one of the potions from the infirmary…” Hermione admitted, her face dancing in guilt and pain. You held back your surprised gasp and instead nodded in understanding.

“Okay, I’ll help you as much as I can, but that was dangerous, Hermione, do you know what spells and potion you tried?” You spoke as quietly as you could as you started to help her lay down on the grass. She hesitated as she tried to pull her jacket off, then stopped as a spark of pain radiated down her back, hurting her more.

“The spells – I know why they didn’t work now, it wasn’t for back pain. It was for past pain – emotional pain from the past. The potion was Essence of Dittany. I don’t understand why it’s not working. It hurts too much, you’re the only person who can help me now.” Hermione wheezed.

You winced as if you could feel the pain, “Dittany only helps shallow and surface level wounds. It makes blood rush up to the surface, but if there isn’t any surface wound, the blood builds up and circulates around the body until it finds the wound. It usually wears off after a few hours. That explains why it hurts so much, it’s sensitive to touch too, huh?”

She gasped as she started to realize her mistake and then smacked herself with her hand to her head, “I’m such a dummy.”

“No, Hermione, anyone would have done that if they were in your position.” You explained, shrugging to her sympathetically. You helped pull her jacket off slowly and pausing when she’d flinch or moan from the pain.

You helped her lay down afterwards, so she’d lay on her stomach. You repositioned yourself to where you could start massaging her gently and you set your hands on her shoulders, starting there. You let her breathe in and out before you asked, “Are you ready?”

She tried nodding, but then stopped herself, feeling a stroke of pain again. “Yes, please, I’m ready.”

You began.

Very gently, you smoothed your hands and fingers over her shoulders at the same time. With your index finger and middle finger, you slipped over her shoulders and edged close to her neck, and with your thumbs, you rolled them over in circles on the skin. With the two other fingers on each hand, you rubbed deeply into her shoulders. Instantly, she groaned loudly, “Ohhh, right there, it hurts so good.” You didn’t stop your movements, but this time your hands dipped down.

You rubbed down to her middle back, massaging certain muscle areas where you felt the knots and ridges. You went over them softly and then with more strength, and over again with as much strength to really rub out the pain that was stuck there.

You made your way down to her lower back, noticing the bump on the sciatica, and rubbing it gently to try to get it out. Hermione had been vocal, but her voice was tuned out by the small peaceful breeze and the grass that muffled the sound.

“It’s feeling better now, just a little bit.” She hummed out, a small whimper following, “Awe, my back… it’s so good now.”

She sounded so thankful about it that you chuckled quietly.

“Hermione, you ought to get back massages more often, maybe by a professional.” You voiced up and she instantly groaned in objection.

“No, never. Only you could do it. You know how to give the best back massages. Thank you so much.” When she said this, you were finally done, having rubbed her back down quite a few times in different pressures.

You laughed softly, “Okay, Hermione. You’re welcome.”

You two stayed there for a few hours, just resting, and talking in low voices. She forgot all the worries in the world she had when she was with you, and you did too. The two of you finally felt like you two were normal and that this world wasn’t so messed up, as long as you had each other.

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 26: Blush

Words: 1.6k | Pairing: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory x reader

You grab your textbook from the top of your packed suitcase and climb in bed next to your best friend. You’ve spent the last seven years beside her at the end of every break, the night before everyone was set to return to Hogwarts.

If you didn’t spend the last night at Hermione’s, then it was usually spent at The Burrow with her, Harry and Ron. The last night had always revolved around the same conversation: your expectations, curiosities and anxieties that came with the start of a new year of school.

As you draw the blanket up and get comfortable, a small sigh slips from Hermione’s lips before she turns to you and props her head up on her elbow.

“Do you ever think of dating?”

“Dating?” You half laugh while opening the book where you’d left your favorite emerald, swallowtail bookmark she bought for you this in the summer from her favorite bookstore.

“This is our last year. Maybe we should try to engage in other types of relationships,” she states hesitantly. Both of your tired giggles fill the quiet air, followed by sighs before she continues. “I mean… don’t you have someone you’ve taken interest in?”

You glance down at the words on the pages blankly, skimming, but processing nothing. You’d thought everyone had realized the crush you had on the main boy in your friend group.

“Harry, I guess,” you reply flatly.

“Harry!?” She yelps and sits up. “I suspected, but never realized it was real.”

“He’s interested in Ginny anyways. I hardly stand a chance.”

“Oh, please! Harry mentioned having a crush on you just before summer.”

You have to admit that before this may have changed the way your heart beat in your chest, that those words alone would’ve made your breathing hitch, but now, nothing.

“It’s a dying crush, Mione. Harry is pursuing Ginny, they even kissed over the summer. Besides, being best friends complicates these kinds of things.”

She relaxes against the wall with another sigh, “I guess Ron wouldn’t be a logical choice either.”

“Ron?”

“Of course,” she breathes nervously. “I mean who else?”

“After ruining the Yule Ball for you, I figured he’d be last on your list.”

“As mad as it may be, it’s what moved him to the top,” she snorts, causing you to giggle as well. “And with his charm and witty comments, I can’t help it.”

“Our studies never fell us, but boys do. I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

She tucks her wavy hair behind her ears, then crosses her arms over her chest.

“If your crush on Harry is dying, surely someone else caught your interest all this time? You haven’t studied much. Usually you’d finish reviewing your entire textbook before the first day. I guess I’ve been rather distracted as well.”

You glance down at the bookmark placed only a fourth through the book. Summer had been busy. You needed a lot more supplies than usual this year and the booklist had only grown in size as if the professors were trying to cram in the last of everything they could teach before you all left. You’d also spent most of your time with friends or your father, which meant less time to read and study. But you can’t deny that the season had allowed you to grow closer to someone else, someone you never would’ve expected in a million years.

“I uh…” you stumble and close your book in your lap.

As your best friend, you’ve always told her everything, but this, you’re nervous about. Nervous because he’s not someone that would be openly welcomed by your group of friends.

“Well, who is it?”

“It’s Draco,” you utter before swallowing dryly.

A cackle slips from her lips and she cups her hand over her mouth hastily. “It’s almost as if I heard you say ‘Draco,’ as in Draco Malfoy.”

She can’t seem to stop laughing, but soon stifles to silence once she realizes the seriousness in your expression.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n. Draco bullied Harry his entire first year. He’s vile, absolutely evil.”

“He’s not,” you defend. “I mean the part with Harry is true, but it’s only because he was jealous. And I know that doesn’t change anything, that it doesn’t excuse him, but I’ve gotten to know him and he’s changed. He’s different… and alone, he’s really caring.”

Hermione stares at you blankly before returning to her prior position, pulling the blankets up and lying back. She stares at the ceiling and stays silent.

“Mione, I think I might give him a chance, just like you should with Ron. It’s our last year and we shouldn’t let anything hold us back.”

“Dating Ron can’t possibly be compared to dating Draco. It’s implausible.”

“Promise to just give him a chance this year… for me?”

She quickly glances over at you and you give sleepy puppy eyes and a huge pout.

“I don’t even like puppies,” she breathes and slaps her arms at her side before letting out another laugh. “But I can’t possibly stay upset with you, Draco is another story. If you say things are better, then he’ll have to prove himself. He’ll have to gain our trust again, until then, I won’t tell the others about this.”

You smile contently and place the textbook on the nightstand before copying her position and staring up at the blank ceiling.

“I understand.”

“Just tell me one thing, before bed…” she whispers. “What do you like most about him?”

You inhale softly, thinking of all the ways you’ve interacted with Draco this past summer.

You could talk about your first kiss, but even that seems too uncomfortable to share at the moment. She’d be absolutely repulsed by the thought, even more if she knew how many times you’d met him at the Malfoy Manor for dinner with his family. They accepted you as his friend, though you knew his father wasn’t particularly thrilled with you also being friends with a Potter and the Weasleys, not to mention your best friend having muggle parents. But the visits were always for Draco, not his parents, and late night talks usually turned to snogging sessions and sleepovers as Hermione would describe it.

You think back to your last encounter with Draco. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, but somehow everything that needed to be said had been exchanged through a single glance.

He had sat with his father, and you with yours across the Ministry’s theater. The event was under invitation only, so you didn’t have the pleasure of bringing your friends along. The same went for Draco, not that Crabbe or Goyle would’ve made the cut under his father’s approval anyway. And in an event set to last at least four hours, with the orchestra playing for two and dancing and entertainment at the end, you’d have no time to really socialize with him unless the two of you were able to dance together.

And you weren’t.

A young and good-looking Cedric Diggory had nervously, but bravely asked your father for your hand in the dance. In which your father, being a former Hufflepuff himself, had happily agreed to.

Cedric was sweet and literally good on his feet. He’d swept you effortlessly across the ballroom, keeping your attention anytime you tried to steal a glance towards Draco. Draco wasn’t much of a dancer, but his father hadn’t given him much of a choice, throwing him at whichever decent-looking witch approached him for a dance. It had all been for work appearances of course.

With your arms tangled loosely around Cedric’s neck and his at your waist, making small talk only made you wish it had been Draco taking his spot. When you closed your eyes and smiled, for a moment, you’d imagine his platinum locks and icy eyes staring into the depths of yours. You’d blush anytime you thought of the weight of his hands at your waist or falling to your hips. You’d feel warm and fuzzy and think of all the times the two of you shared kisses and cuddled at night in his bed as your long conversations lured the both of you to sleep in each other’s arms. You’d think of Draco’s arms wrapped around you, not Cedric’s.

But when you finally opened your eyes again, Cedric was still smiling and talking about how amazing the orchestra was as well as a few compliments here and there about your flawless dancing. But he had lied, dismissing the fact that during the short time of you closing your eyes, you’d already stepped on his foot twice. Draco would’ve insulted your missed steps, only to insult his own immediately after, which would have led to laughter on both ends and a disapproving scowl from this father.

You tossed Cedric a soft grin and on the last dip, your eyes had finally met Draco’s. The glance had been enough to make your heart stop cold in your chest, even Cedric had asked if you were alright, but you couldn’t break the intensity of Draco’s stare. A bit of anger and jealously flickered in it, but a bit of sorrow as well.

You’d assured Cedric that you were fine once the music cut to an end and people shuffling out had become quieted enough to return to conversation. By the time you had answered and turned back, Draco was gone, leaving you yearning for just one more moment with him, even from afar.

“I guess the one thing I like the most is his intensity when he’s passionate about something. There’s a slight flicker in his eyes when he sees something he wants… when he sees me,” you whisper while turning your head towards Hermione with a soft grin following after the thought of him.

But your answer falls on deaf eyes and you realize your exhausted friend had already drifted to sleep before you could even answer.

Maybe this is something worth keeping to yourself anyways. You think to yourself and flip the lamp off before drifting off the sleep.

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[radiantdanvers]

Loving Hermione Jean Granger

[msmk11]

hermione granger

masterlist

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-one shot-

nothing here yet!

-head cannons-

nothing here yet!

-series-

nothing here yet!

-blurbs-

✔ Whatever You Say, Dear

[remusslove]

Can you make a part 2 for secret hermione granger where r is snogging gently with hermione and ron/harry walk in learning about what has been happening

Part one

“We have to stop, Harry and Ron are downstairs.” Hermione said in between soft pants. That’s the seventh time she said that this morning. But she just couldn’t stop kissing you.

“Hermione that’s the hundredth time you said that.” You commented before softly pushing your lips into yours.

“I know. I know.” She said looking away and toying with her skirt.

You both sat there in silence for twenty second seconds awkwardly glancing at each other. “A more kiss?” You suggested with a grin. She rolled her eyes playfully before nodding. She giggled between your lips connecting with hers.

“Harry, Ron. Do you mind telling hermione to hurry up in there? She’s already dressed I don’t know what’s taking her so long.” Hermiones mother asked curiously while grabbing her purse and keys.

“Sure mrs granger” Ron answered as harry nodded beginning to walk up the stairs. “Thank you boys, we’ll be in the car.” She said before closing the front door.

“Hermione What’s taking so long- AHHHH” Ron screamed dramatically as harry just stood there in shock with his mouth agape.

“Shit!” You yelled under your breath jumping up from the bed and putting your jacket back on before walking to the window.

“I told you guys to knock!” She exclaimed quickly jumping from the bed and shutting the door closed.

“What are you doing?! My mother is going to see you! Just sit down!” She yelled in a hush whisper. “We we’re just trying to tell you that your moms waiting for you! And who’s even is that?!“ hermione groaned at Ron’s questions not wanting to explain to them about your guys’s relationship.

“She’s my girlfriend okay?! And you better not tell anybody or else I’m telling them about how you guys stole mr. Weasleys car!” She accused them. They gasped in guiltiness before agreeing to her demands.

She slowly opened the door as they awkwardly walked in. “What plans do you have with our bestfriend?” Harry asked crossing his arms with suspicion before eyeing you up and down like an investigator.

She groaned closing the door and sitting back down on the bed next to you.

“To date her. And kiss her. And-” “how long has this been happening?” Ron questioned looking at hermione to answer his question this time. “A few weeks no big deal.” She tried to brush it off.

“No big deal?! Your dating someone hermione! Your not even allowed to!” He said before a loud honk was heard. “We gotta go, you can explain when we get back from my house.” Harry said.

“Ok.” She agreed nodding. “Alright I’m leaving so go out through the gate not the backdoor. It has an alarm after it’s been locked. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said placing a kiss on your cheek.

Causing Harry to gag and rom to pretend to vomit. You grinned at her before winking at them causing them to glare at you.

That’s gonna be a great car ride for hermione.

[the-oblivious-writer]

Wanna Be Yours |2|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Gryffindor V Ravenclaw

Notes: Gonna be my last post for a few weeks, Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): Swearing, throwing up, mentions of underage drinking & blood

Prologue|Previous Part|Next Part

Stressful was definitely one of the many words to describe how the past few weeks have been. With exams and quidditch, Y/N has found herself swamped with work. Luckily she was able to keep up with her classes..except for one. 

Arithmancy.

It was the one subject she just couldn’t get. Ask her to brew a potion from scratch? Y/N has that handled. Want to know the name of every star? Y/N Y/L/N’s your girl. Need help in Defense Of The Dark Arts? She’s who to call. Just not about Arithmancy. 

So here she was, studying the materials for the hundredth time. Y/N had been sitting there for a good hour now and the numbers and symbols were starting to mix and blur. That was when she knew she should call it a night.

Y/N packed her things and left the library before walking through the school’s halls, half asleep. She had been up since two in the morning and it was now almost curfew. At some point, Y/N zoned out during the walk to her dorm.

I really need to stop pulling all nighte-

The Slytherin is pulled out of her trance when she feels a body knock into her. 

“Hmph- '' a girl let out in front of Y/N as both their books dropped to the ground. Y/N looked down to see the brown haired girl who she bumped into. Y/N instantly recognized her to be the Gryffindor she caught staring at her during the first day back at Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry about that” Y/N said as she knelt down to pick up the fallen books. 

“It’s okay.” Hermione then knelt down to help pick them up. Y/N finally looked at Hermione again when she gave the Gryffindor her book. They both stood up and there was an awkward few seconds of silence until Hermione held out her hand. 

“I’m Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger” she let out, introducing herself to the Slytherin. Y/N looked at Hermione’s hand and then back to her face. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” she responded, taking the other girl’s hand. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N. Even if it was by crashing into you” Hermione jokes which pulled a small laugh from Y/N. 

“Yeah, I really ought to watch where I’m going next time,” Y/N responded back as they disconnected their hands.

Hermione looked at Y/N for a moment. As she was about to say something Y/N’s name got called causing her to turn her head. Her gaze meets a bloody nosed Link being held up by Amelia and Leo. “What the bloody hell happened?” Y/N asked with raised eyebrows. 

Before Y/N went to them, they walked over to her. “Take a wild guess” Leo remarked, he was getting tired of Link’s antics. Y/N sighs and turns back to Hermione,“I gotta uh —she points back to Link— but I’ll see you around. At least I hope I do” Y/N looks Hermione up and down as she says the last part before walking away with the others.

—

“So let me get this straight–” Harry started as he sat down, “Y/N bumped into you, the others showed up, and she said that?”

“Yes” Hermione looked between the two boys, not sure where they were headed with this.

“She was flirting with you, Mione,” Ron simply said before biting into a chocolate frog. “Isn’t this the same girl you’ve been making googly eyes at since seco- ow!” Hermione hit Ron with the Daily Prophet before he could finish his sentence 

“Be mature Ronald. I have not been making googly eyes at her. And I can’t help it if I’m a naturally observant person” Hermione claimed defensively. Ron only rolled his eyes in response before Harry cut in.

“But you fancy her, don’t you?” Harry cursorily asked Hermione. She thought for a moment before answering. 

“Well, this is the first time I’ve ever even spoken to her,” Hermione responded, furrowing her eyebrows. 

“Well you certainly fancy her enough to stare at her hour after hour” Ron mumbled, earning him a kick from Hermione. But it didn’t wipe the smirk off the ginger’s face. 

Eventually the three went to bed, Hermione thought about the interaction over again before falling asleep. 

—

Y/N was sound asleep, peacefully dreaming about Merlins know what. Well, that was before Amelia woke her up. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Y/N only groaned in response as Amelia clapped her hands. “Come on, it’s Raine’s quidditch day. They’re up against Gryffindor.” 

Y/N hesitantly lifted herself up, mumbling a few curses before finally standing up. She changed and put on the Ravenclaw scarf Lorraine had given her a few months prior. 

Amelia and Y/N made it to the quidditch field and sat down in the Ravenclaw stands next to Leo and Link who waved them over. Leo was still laying into Link about the previous day. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that dumb” Link defended as Amelia and Y/N watched with amusement.

“How is attempting to do a handstand on your broom, one hundred feet in the air, while not being able to do a handstand in the first place, not dumb?” Leo asked incredulously.

“Well when you say it like that..” Link trailed off while Leo rolled his eyes in response. 

“Bloody idiot” Leo mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

—

Gryffindor won the match and they were holding a party in their common room to celebrate. The victory also meant a loss for Ravenclaw which meant comforting Lorraine. If she was anything she was serious about quidditch. It made sense considering Oliver Wood acted as her mentor when she first started out. It seemed he passed over some of his competitiveness.

When it came to parties at Hogwarts, everybody went. No matter what they were for, who lost, who won, people still showed up. Amelia asked if she was going to go but Y/N declined, not wanting “Lorraine to drown herself.”

By the time everybody left, Y/N was softly knocking on the Lorraine’s dorm door. “Go away” she heard from the other side. Y/N sighed and spoke up. “Oh come on, it's me. I even brought over some sweets I found in Link’s snack stash” Y/N said, raising the bag up as if the Ravenclaw could see it.

She heard shuffling and footsteps on the other side of the door before it opened slightly. Lorraine looked through the slither opening, looked down at the bag then at Y/N before opening the door all the way.

“Come in” Lorraine sighed before going back to her bed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows,“What do you mean?”

Lorraine rolled eyes before answering. “I don’t want to be comforted right now, okay? I just want to forget about the stupid match. I’m sick of the pitiful looks I’ve been getting.” 

Y/N nodded in understanding, sometimes Lorraine wanted to talk and sometimes she didn’t. The Slytherin placed the bag on Lorraine’s nightstand before grabbing a few things out of it. “I made sure to swipe some of your favorites. How about a night in? Just you and me” Y/N offered.

Lorraine patted the spot next to her and Y/N happily sat on the bed. Lorraine grabbed her laptop and opened it. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating sweets. Eventually falling asleep.

Y/N woke up, looking at her surroundings confused before remembering where she was. She looked down to see Lorraine with her head on her chest. Y/N carefully got up while gently moving Lorraine not wanting to wake her up. She then reached into her pocket for her phone. She squeezed her eyes shut as the phone’s brightness shined at her. 

There were a few messages from Amelia and Link and a couple from Leo. But being too tired, Y/N just made a mental note to reply in the morning and instantly fell back asleep. What woke her up was the sun shining through the room's window. She winced a bit from the light as she covered her face.

“Look who decided to wake up” Lorraine said as she moved around the room. “None of my roommates are back yet but they will be soon encase you wanna make a run for it” she offered.

Y/N mumbled,“Good call, Rainey” before getting out of bed. The only roommate of hers that Y/N could tolerate was Luna. Eventually she left after saying goodbye and made her way back to the Slytherin common room. Unfortunately a certain professor was waiting at the door.

“Professor Snape.”

“Y/L/N.”

“Are you aware of the time?” he asked with an unamused expression. Y/N looked at her watch then back at the professor. 

“It is seven thirty six” Y/N answers, Snape humming in response.

“And do you know when curfew is?” Snape crossed his arms as he waited for a response. Y/N huffed a bit before answering. It was far too early for an interrogation.

“Ten pm” she sighed.

He was getting too old for this shit.

“Good, so you were aware of what time you had to be in your common room. You were also aware of what rules you were breaking. Twenty points from Slytherin and detention for a week, starting today.”

Snape walked away after giving her one more glare. Y/N flipped him off with his backside facing her, before heading to her dorm room. She walked in and heard somebody throwing up. Y/N went to the bathroom where it was coming from to find Amelia hunched over and puking.

“Drank too much I presume?” she rhetorically asked, not expecting her puking friend to answer that.

“Nobody likes a smartass,” Amelia replied before throwing up some more. Y/N got a water bottle then placed it on her friend’s nightstand. 

After a couple of minutes, Amelia walked out of the bathroom as she wiped her mouth with a towel. Y/N gave her the water bottle,“Thanks —she took a sip— oh and you know how you’ve been struggling with Arithmancy?” Y/N hummed in response. “Found you a tutor.”

“Who is it?”

“Hermione Granger.”

[poisonlove]

—Fake Relationships; Hermione Granger (p.2)

Atención; en éste capítulo hay besos entre dos chicas

Contenido lesbico.

Unos minutos más tarde salí a través del cuadro de la señora gorda y vi agrupadas en la distancia Olivia y Jenna junto con el resto del trío de oro. Me acerqué más a ellos y puse mis brazos sobre los hombros de Olivia y Jenna.

—Finalmente! ¿Cuánto demonios te tomó?-Dice resoplando con ira  Olivia, levantando la mano y tejiéndola con la mía.

—¿Te perdiste en el baño?- Pregunta sonriendo Jenna, levantando su mano y  entrelazando nuestros dedos. Sonrío al recuerdo de esta mañana.

—No es mi culpa que Hermione no se moviera-afirmo sonriendo débilmente.— Bueno... podías esperarla abajo...- Jenna entrecerró los ojos amenazadores, me incliné y le di un beso en la frente.

—Claro... pero no es mi culpa que me abrazara como un koala-Las chicas a mis lados gimen de la sorpresa.

—¡QUÉ!- exclamaron al mismo tiempo las chicas.- Escucharon- dije girando los ojos molesta.

—mione qué?- Alguien interviene y sonrío cuando me di cuenta de que era Ron Weasley. El chico me miraba fatal,  una mirada furiosa estaba impresa en su cara, haciéndome sentir triunfante.

—Aquí estoy... perdón por el retraso amor- afirma una dulce voz a mis espaldas,  me volví y sonreí sorprendida cuando vi a hermione caminar hacia mí.

Cierto,  Me había olvidado completamente de nuestra falsa relación, por eso me llamó amor.

Jenna y Olivia se miraron confundidas y amenazantemente me miraron a los ojos en busca de respuestas, yo le hice una sonrisa nerviosa. Harry y Ron tenían la boca completamente abierta. Ginny, que caminaba al lado de la castaña, se detuvo un segundo en el lugar, abriendo los ojos después de tal confesión. Hermione se acercó a mí y haciendo una tos falsa, dejó claro a las chicas a mi lado que tenían que moverse.Jenna y Olivia dieron un paso atrás,  bastante sorprendidas por todo esto.

Hermione me sonrió genuinamente, dio un paso hacia adelante y envolvió sus brazos alrededor de mi cuello, puse mis manos alrededor de su cintura, abrazándola suavemente. Se acercó más y me puso los labios en la mejilla, besándome tiernamente.

—¿Has visto la cara? Está explotando- me susurra al oído y sonrió triste cuando me di cuenta de a quién se refería.

Ron tenía las manos apretadas y me lanzaba dagas con la mirada. Hermione sonrió contra mi oído y me hizo sonrojar.

—Bueno... ya que estamos todos, ¿vamos?- Propuso hermione, poniéndose a mi lado trenzando nuestros dedos, instintivamente pasé el pulgar sobre el dorso de su mano, acariciándola suavemente.

(...)

Llegamos a Hogsmerade,  el trayecto fue bastante silencioso, bastante embarazoso por cierto.

—Bueno... tengo que ir a la biblioteca... nos vemos en las tres escobas?- Pregunta hermione, los presentes asintieron.

—Voy contigo-dijo rápidamente Ron. Lo miré amenazantemente a los ojos.

—Nos vemos luego, amor...- Hermione desata nuestras manos y se inclinó para darme un delicado beso en la mejilla, me sonrió y se encaminó hacia la biblioteca seguida por Ron. Sigo con la mirada la figura de hermione, suspirando enamorada.

Una mano tomó la mía y miré desconcertada cómo Jenna me alejaba de los demás, seguida de Olivia.

—¡¿Qué demonios?! ¿Cuándo fue eso? ¿Por qué no lo dijiste?- Olivia me hace muchas preguntas al mismo tiempo  dejándome confundida.

—fue ayer...-afirmo, diciendo media verdad.

—No se los dije porque todo sucedió tan rápido- añadio, mirando a Olivia con una ligera sonrisa en mis labios.

—No me lo creo, dinos la verdad... te conocemos desde hace mucho tiempo, T/N, sabemos cuando mientes– dice Olivia cruzando los brazos en el pecho, mirándome seriamente.

Hice un suspiro resignado.

—Ok- dije desconsolada.- Hermione me matará- murmuro entre yo y yo,derrotada.

[...]

—¿No crees que es un poco mezquino?- Pregunta Olivia preocupada después de escuchar toda mi explicación. apoya una mano en mi hombro, dándome un apretón reconfortante.

—Al final serás destruida, agregó, con un tono notablemente enojado.

—Hermione no sabe lo que siento- me justifico.

—¡Ese no es el punto! ella te está usando para poner celoso a otro!- dice enojada Jenna gesticulando.

— Bueno...su plan está funcionando- Me río para suavizar la situación.

— T/N, en serio, acaba con toda esta historia-me aconseja preocupada Jenna.—No puedo, se lo prometí-agaché la cabeza. —¡Ella te romperá el corazón!- Dijo casi gritando Jenna, mirándome suplicando.

—el corazón me lo rompió cuando me pidió que la ayudara a conquistar a Ron- susurré, con un dolor lacerante en el pecho.

—Este es el punto- la voz de Olivia se rompe, haciendo que levante la vista del suelo.

—¡Te está usando! Consciente de sus sentimientos o no el asunto no cambia.- una lágrima descendió a lo largo de su mejilla. Me acerqué y envolví mis brazos alrededor de su cintura.

—Muchas gracias, chicas... pero sé muy bien que Hermione y yo solo vamos a tener una amistad... soy su mejor amiga y como tal la he ayudado.- Afirmé suspirando, dando un beso en la frente de Olivia que todavía estaba llorando contra mi pecho.

—Es... que... será frustrante ayudarte cuando todo esto termine... las noches que pasarás llorando serán muchísimas y el dolor que sentirás mirando a Hermione feliz con Ron te romperá completamente- añade entre un sollozo y otro.

—Por eso estáis aquí para ayudarme- dije extendiendo un brazo, uniendo el abrazo jenna

—os amo chicas- afirmo sonriendo ligeramente. —Nosotras también- dijeron al unísono Jenna y Olivia.

—Bueno... ¿vamos ahora? Ginny y Harry nos están mirando preocupados- afirmo rompiendo el abrazo. -

—Bueno, pero el discurso no termina aquí-dijo Jenna. Como si nada hubiera pasado caminamos hacia los chicos que nos estaban esperando.

—¿Todo bien?- Pregunta ginny, levantando una ceja, curiosa. —Sí... cuestión... personal...- afirma sonriendo débilmente Olivia. — Bien...- dijo insegura la pelirroja.—De todos modos, ¿pasamos un momento a los gemelos? Luego vamos a los tres mangos de escoba.- Pregunta ginny.

—Sí. Yo también tengo que comprar algo-dice sonriendo Olivia.

Empezamos a caminar y doblando la esquina vemos la tienda de gemelos.

—¡Vamos a hacerlo rápido!- Dijo Ginny entrando en la tienda, luego Harry y Olivia la siguieron a toda prisa, dejándome sola con Jenna.

Miré alrededor y vi que justo enfrente de la tienda de Fred y George estaba la biblioteca,  me acerqué lentamente al vidrio e inmediatamente pude ver la figura de Hermione sosteniendo un libro en sus manos.

Frente a ella estaba Ron, el chico con una sonrisa impresa en sus labios movía un mechón de pelo desde delante de su cara, poniéndola detrás de su oreja. Las mejillas de Hermione se pusieron rojas debido a este gesto y tímidamente devolvió la sonrisa.La mano de Ron todavía estaba apoyada en su mejilla, acariciándola lenta y suavemente.  la distancia entre sus caras era mínima.

Con una sonrisa triste miré la escena.

Me sentía impotente , ni siquiera podía ir allí y reclamar lo que era mío, hacerle entender a Weasley que estaba tocando a MI novia, que si lo hacía otra vez, lo enviaría a la enfermería. Reprimí mis impulsos homicidas y respirando profundamente traté de calmar mis instintos posesivos. habría sido estúpido y patético de mi parte hacer una escena de celos ya que la relación con Hermione era totalmente falsa.

Además fue hecha para poner celoso al chico delante de ella.

Touché...

Al parecer, Hermione notó mi presencia, ya que inmediatamente después, la sonrisa en su rostro se tambaleó. Un destello de preocupación apareció en sus ojos de color avellana y levanté los pulgares para hacerle entender que todo iba bien.

—Vamos...- susurra Jenna, alejándome del cristal de la biblioteca.

Al mismo tiempo, Ginny, Harry, Olivia y Hermione junto con Ron, salieron de sus respectivas tiendas.

— Bueno, ahora podemos ir a buscar una burrobirra-dice satisfecha Ginny con una bolsa de "dulces" en sus manos.—Vamos...- susurra hermione mirándome a los ojos preocupada. Comenzamos a caminar y la mano de hermione se entrelaza con la mía.

—por lo que has visto antes...- comienza, cuando oídos curiosos se alejan. —No importa... va bien el plan...- dije sonriendo. —Pero...- abre la boca para decir su opinión Pero la interrumpo,

—en serio... No estamos realmente juntos.. Me alegro de que seas feliz con Ron.– hermione se mordió el labio inferior, bajando la mirada sigue caminando perdida en sus pensamientos.

Finalmente llegamos a las tres escobas y sonrío cuando vi una copa en la barra. Harry, Ginny y las chicas se fueron a tomar asiento y nosotras los íbamos a seguir.

Eso pensé.

Hermione frenó bruscamente y comenzó a mirar un punto fijo ante sus ojos. Seguí su mirada y vi lo que estaba mirando. Lavander Brown estaba conversando animadamente con Ron, este último le sonreía, haciendo sonrojar a la niña. El agarre de Hermione en mi mano se convirtió en hierro, especialmente cuando la castaña puso sus manos en forma de copa en las mejillas de Ron, uniendo sus labios.

Lo siento por Lavander, la pobre era solo un peón de Ron para poner celosa a Hermione.

—Bésame- dice rápidamente Hermione.—¿Qué?- Pregunté incrédula.

—Bésame...- repitió poniéndose delante de mí.

Puse las manos alrededor de su cintura y con nerviosismo me acerqué a su cara.

—muévete -susurra entre los dientes la castaña. Lentamente me incliné y puse mis labios suavemente sobre los de Hermione.

Una explosión de fuegos artificiales ocurrió en mi estómago y una descarga eléctrica corrió por toda mi columna vertebral. Los labios de Hermione eran tan suaves y perfectos que inmediatamente temí que se convertirían en mi nueva droga. La mano de Granger se movió hacia mi nuca, atrayéndome más hacia ella. Sostuve mis manos alrededor de su cintura y con determinación continué el beso.Hermione inclina la cabeza hacia un lado y lentamente saqué la lengua de mis labios, golpeándola contra los labios de la bruja más inteligente de nuestra generación exigiendo impaciente  el acceso, esta última sonriendo contra mi boca me lo concede y cuando mi lengua encuentra la suya, un gemido sale de sus labios, haciéndome estremecer por el placer.

Hermione rompe el contacto entre nuestros labios tirándome con los dientes el labio inferior,  acción que me hizo gemir. Me incliné hacia ella, uniendo por una milésima de segundo nuestras bocas.sonrió de nuevo.

—Mira lo enojado que está...- susurra después de terminar el beso,  apoyando la cabeza contra mi pecho. De hecho, Ron estaba muy enojado, me miraba amenazadoramente y su cara se volvía roja como su pelo. Sonrío victoriosa y triunfante.

Lavander en shock camina hacia nuestra dirección.

— O Merlín.. ¡Felicidades! ¿Cuándo ocurrió?- pregunta emocionada.

— ayer... afirma hermione acurrucándose más entre mis brazos.

—¡qué buena noticia!  La próxima vez podemos hacer una cita entre parejas!- Propone lavander emocionada.Ron se une a su novia, poniéndose delante de nosotros.

—¿Vamos a la mesa?- Pregunta Ron poniendo una mano alrededor de la cintura de lavander. —Los chicos nos están esperando-señaló y Lavander asiente feliz.

Hermione tenía la intención de ir a la mesa de los chicos pero mi mano entrelazada a la suya se lo impide.

—Qué sucede?- me pregunta levantando una ceja curiosa. - No nada, espérame allí,  voy  por las bebidas, le dije sonriendo.

Empecé a caminar hacia el mostrador, pero una mano agarra suavemente la mía, me di la vuelta y sonreí sorprendida cuando vi los ojos color avellana de hermione,  en sus labios había una leve sonrisa.—pasa algo?- susurré, mirándola con curiosidad —ven aquí...-estira una mano y la posa contra el cuello de mi camisa, atrayéndome hacia ella.

Sus labios se clavan suavemente en los míos y sonriendo le devuelvo el beso.Puse una mano alrededor de su cintura y con malicia hice deslizar la lengua por los labios de hermione, haciéndola gemir por la sorpresa. La falta de aire se hizo sentir de nuevo y con tristeza me alejé de su deliciosa boca. Hermione hizo un adorable puchero  y se extendió de nuevo hacia mis labios. El beso que me dio duró unos segundos y como penitencia me mordió ligeramente el labio inferior,  volviéndome loca. De sus labios salió una risita y dándome un rápido beso en los labios se dirige a la mesa junto a los demás.

—vaya actriz...— susurro.

Suspirando, me acerqué a la barra y pedí tres burrobirra,  Ginny se acercó a mí y me miró con una sonrisa de vergüenza. — Podías habérmelo dicho esta mañana que estabais juntas...- dice decepcionada,  sonriendo a la camarera que le entregaba las 4 burrobirra que había pedido recientemente.

—Lo siento... no lo he pensado... ¿Puedes perdonarme?- Pregunté avergonzada y ella asintió. —Muévete y lleva las órdenes a la mesa- Me ordenó e hice el gesto militar, haciendo reír a la chica detrás del mostrador.

Le sonreí a la camarera y saqué los burrobirra de la barra,  me acerqué a la mesa y unas risas colectivas me hicieron sonreír.

—¿Qué dulce -dice Lavander poniendo una mano sobre el corazón, mirando a hermione con una ligera sonrisa en los labios.

—¿qué es dulce?–Pregunto llegando delante de ellos.—Para la loca...- dije entregando el cáliz a Olivia, que me hizo una mueca indignada. Le sonreí haciéndole entender que estaba bromeando pero la muchacha se quedó enfurruñada.

que niña...

—y para mi princesa...-puse la burrobirra delante de hermione. sus mejillas se tiñen inmediatamente de rojo y mirándome suavemente se inclinó hacia mí, uniendo nuestros labios por unos segundos. Sonrío contra su boca.

—Gracias amor...-sonríe y me senté junto a la castaña, puse un brazo alrededor de la cintura de hermione. —Hermione me estaba contando cuando se dio cuenta de que te amaba...-dijo suspirando Lavander.

Por eso dijo que era dulce

levanto una ceja curiosa.—ah sí?-Miré a hermione con una ligera sonrisa en los labios y las mejillas enrojecidas de hermione se pusieron aún más rojas, avergonzada hermione puso la cabeza contra mi pecho.—ah ah- mugula. volví los ojos, con una sonrisa en los labios.

Quién sabe lo que habrá inventado...

Ignoré ese pensamiento  incómodo y me fijé en Lavander. — ¿Y tú? ¿Cuándo te diste cuenta?- Me pregunta curiosa. Sonrío y enfocandome en Lavander, ignoro la mirada penetrante de hermione.

—Cuando me crucé por primera vez con sus ojos pensé que la amaba. sus iris avellana y su hermosa y sincera sonrisa inmediatamente me hicieron perder la cabeza.– sonrío

—fue amor a primera vista- suspiro.

—Me encanta su inteligencia.  Me encanta cuando se muerde el labio inferior concentrada o nerviosa,  me encanta cuando riza la nariz confundida y me encanta cuando esconde sus mejillas enrojecidas entre su cabello rebelde, cabello que amo profundamente-reí ligeramente.

—cuando entrelaza nuestros dedos me siento especial.. y cuando tuve el honor de besarla...me sentí la mujer más afortunada de la tierra...Tuve suerte de tenerla como amiga y soy afortunada de tenerla como novia- todos los presentes en la mesa me miraban en silencio,  mis mejillas se tiñen de rojo y me volví a mirar a Hermione. 

La morena tenía la boca abierta y sorprendida sonrió ligeramente, se inclinó e hizo unir nuestros labios, correspondì tímidamente el beso.

—¿De verdad?- Murmura a un soplo de mis labios,  yo asiento lentamente.

Une de nuevo nuestros labios.

—Fue... Wow, la voz de Lavander se ha roto un poco, ¿por qué no me dices lo mismo, Won Won?- Pregunta graciosa a Ron. Me volví hacia el rojo que me miraba fijamente, ignorando la pregunta de su novia.

Hermione para romper la tensión de un trago a su burrobirra. — Emmm mione..- las mejillas de Ron se ponen rojas e hizo gestos en su cara,  Hermione lo mira confundida,  se vuelve hacia mí con una ceja levantada.

Traté de no sonreír cuando vi el bigote de espuma en su labio superior y me incliné sobre los labios de Hermione. La morena un poco sorprendida me devolvió el beso y sonrió contra mi boca. Saqué la lengua y la pasé por su labio superior, quitándole el bigote de espuma, cuando me alejé vi las mejillas de hermione teñidas de rojo. Me lamo los labios y sonrío traviesa.

—Tenías un bigote de espuma- dije y ella apoyó la cabeza sobre mi pecho,  sonriendo nerviosamente. —Gracias...- murmura.