#hermione x you

[viharbinger]

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

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

Pairings: Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.)

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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.

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☼ 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.”

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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

[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.

[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

[foolishpensandidioticink]

Parseltongue Predator

"Come on, focus!" Hermione barks. "Sorry, sorry, I'm focusing," you say, fighting a grin. There's a brief silence as Hermione surveys you suspiciously from underneath her golden cloud of hair. You open and close your mouth twice, and then you say, "It's just, your accent is atrocious. You somehow sound like an unintelligible combination of a black mamba and an American Diamondback."

She glares at you, tossing her head. "It's not my fault this language is so bloody hard! I mean, how many different ways can you pronounce sss?" "About five-hundred and fifty-seven," you deadpan. Hermione flops into the couch with a groan. Laying on her back, with an arm tossed over her face, sharp eyes dormant and relaxed, she looks like a predator at rest.

You can't take your eyes off her. She's pretty in the way a snake is, shrewd and clever and deadly and bright. Her hair is like a living thing.

"Wanna take a break?" you ask gently, caressing her cheek. "No," she wails. "I hate to stop in the middle of studying." "We're not stopping," you assure her. "Just taking a small rest. That's legal, you realize." "That will be the first thing I change when I'm Minister, then," Hermione retorts smartly. She stands, a cobra on its coil.

"Come on then. If we aren't going to study we may as well head down to Florian's."

for @animealways, thanks for requesting!

[toorumlk]

ron and hermione photographed on the steps of their first home together makes it into the Prophet

[webbluvrsugar]

teaching Tom Riddle how to love.

cw: fluff with smut

He has you pinned on his bedsheets, you’ve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, it’s not like you’ve been dating, but you’ve been hanging around — and fucking — each other for a while now, and for Tom, that’s a really big deal.

He’s been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, it’s nice, pleasurable, but he’s been doing it for himself.

He’s inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.

“Tell me how you like it.” His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you can’t answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.

Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.

“Slowly…” you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasn’t used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesn’t complain. “Like that.”

Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.

“Yes, just… hold me close.” You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.

Tom hasn’t felt like this before, like he’s being needed, he also didn’t think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.

But you like it.

So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when you’re done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.

‘It’s not so unpleasant after all’ he thinks.

[msmk11]

hermione granger

masterlist

✔

-one shot-

nothing here yet!

-head cannons-

nothing here yet!

-series-

nothing here yet!

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✔ Whatever You Say, Dear

[the-oblivious-writer]

Wanna Be Yours |Prologue|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Prologue

Notes: Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's (for example: Lorraine), I might post a cast list at some point

Warnings: None that I can think of

Next Part

Y/n and Lorraine walked outside as other students passed by. The two took a seat on a nearby bench. They had just gotten out of DADA, it was the first week of their second year and they've already been assigned three essays that were due by the end of the week.

"It's mad, Snape seems to forget we have other classes to worry about," Lorraine said with an eye roll. "Seems like that's his intent" Y/n responded as she shuffled through her notes.

"Trauma deflecting assho-" Lorraine was cut off as they heard a commotion happening just a few feet away from them. Draco and his goons were bothering three Gryffindors. One had glasses, another one had ginger hair and the girl had bushy brown hair.

"Him in his goons never give it a rest" the Ravenclaw scoffed but Y/n didn't respond. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the scene.

Y/n slowly started to make her way near the group. Lorraine trailed behind Y/n as the Slytherin leaned up against the tree near them. Y/n sent a glare to the platinum haired boy as he took a shot at Hermione, making a comment on her blood status.

"Don't know why I'm wasting my time on a filthy little mudblood and her tools" Draco remarked as he walked away. But as he did that, Y/n put out her foot in front of the boy. Causing him to fall face first into the grass.

Laughter was let out by everybody around them. Hermione looked over at the girl who had just tripped her bully. Her eyes were still glistening from the welled up tears she was about to let go just moments before. She couldn't help but shoot a small smile at Y/n. One that Y/n turned for a second before walking away with Lorraine.

Ron and Harry giggled but Hermione was preoccupied with thoughts of the girl she had seen before. She looked back to see Y/n's side profile as the Slytherin walked away. Not noticing the Gryffindor's gaze.

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Hermione made her way to the library while Ron and Harry went to the common room. She sat down and took out a quill and parchment, starting the essays that were assigned by Snape.

Thirty minutes had passed when she averted her stare to the clock, her stare then fell to the entrance where two girls entered. It was a Ravenclaw and Slytherin, she recognized them to be the same ones as before. She couldn't help but keep her eyes on Y/n. Something about her drew her in. Her y/e/c eyes brought a strange comfort as she looked into them. Suddenly, those same eyes looked back to catch Hermione's gaze. Hermione embarrassingly turned away, she propped her elbow on the table, hand covering the side of her face as she blushed from being caught.

After a few moments she slowly looked back to find the Slytherin no longer there. Hermione sighed as the warm feeling in her stayed. She couldn't help but let her mind trail back to the Y/h/c haired girl. Ever since the altercation from earlier she couldn't help but have questions.

"Why did she do it?"

"What is her name?"

Hermione kept blushing every time she thought back to Y/n's action. But why? Hermione was also asking herself this. Perhaps it was because not many people do stand up for her. Let alone when it comes to her blood status. She tried to brush off the warm feeling the thoughts of the girl gave and continued her work.

From that day Hermione's gaze always trailed back to the girl and so did her thoughts. She couldn't help but admire her a 'bit'. Hermione wanted to get to know her but it wasn't as easy as it ever was with Harry and Ron. Y/n kept to herself and associated with very few people. She was an enigma to Hermione.

Y/n Y/l/n became her secret fascination. 

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Hope you enjoyed that! Not sure how often I'll be able to post but I will be posting for this story (sooner or later)

[rishnea]

‘She stepped forward, reaching up and catching hold of his shoulders, pulling him down until he was close enough that their faces were nearly touching. His voice faded away as she kissed him. Slowly.’—— Impress Upon You by Senlinyu

Fan art from this delightful little fic by Senlinyu. Particularly appropriate because it’s been snowing here already!

[cloveswifey]

Clingy

Dad!Tom riddle X Fem!Reader

Fluff

"Mommy is mine!" Mattheo, your spirited three-year-old, shouted, pushing Tom's face away from you.

"Excuse me?" Tom feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "She is married to me, little buddy." He proudly displayed your ring on his finger, causing Mattheo to cry in despair. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your husband's playful antics.

Mattheo had definitely entered that clingy phase. He only wanted you to feed him, hug him, play with him, and put him to sleep. He absolutely despised when Tom even gave you a little peck on the lips, and oh, was Tom having fun teasing your little one.

In the past few days, Mattheo's clinginess seemed to escalate. Not that he wasn't clingy before, but now it had become even more intense. As you tried to cook, his little hands would constantly explore your body, causing him to become upset when Tom was around. In an attempt to scare Tom away, Mattheo would even throw his food at him, which only made Tom laugh even harder.

You gave Tom a knowing look and remarked, "I wonder where he got his bad temper from."

Tom affectionately placed a hand on your growing stomach and whispered against your head, "Let's hope this little one isn't as jealous as his brother."