#stressed out hermione granger

[mayahafairy]

Give me Hermione Granger with academic anxiety and complexes.  Give me Hermione Granger downing shots of Espresso to stay awake and study when her eyes are closing, give me Hermione Granger shaking her hair into her face so no one sees her tears over a missed mark or an incorrect answer.  Give me Hermione Granger trembling from hunger because she was too busy studying, give me Hermione sobbing over her work because she doesn't understand, give me Hermione terrified because she doesn't feel like she's the best, give me Hermione nervous of letting herself down every exam season, give me Hermione angry because it's so hard and guilty because she should be working and give me Hermione broken from failing to meet her standard but tying her hair away from her face, eyes puffy and red from crying, glaring at her parchment and declaring that she will get it right if it kills her.  Give me Hermione Granger like me...

[plutosschild]

Romione as chess art piece I’ll probably never finish but spent too much time on to not post <3

[nifflercave]

DRAGON !!!

[weasleysbliss]

𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

pairing: george weasley x gryffindor!reader

summary: when y/n is asked to tutor george weasley, she expects nothing but chaos. but as their study sessions turn into moments of laughter and vulnerability, what starts as an obligation blossoms into an unexpected romance.

word count: 2.7k

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You were the top student in your Potions class—well, pretty much in all of your classes. With an average just shy of 100, you managed to outdo your friend and academic rival, Hermione Granger. Sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder how you weren't placed in Ravenclaw.

You were patiently waiting in Professor McGonagall's office, as she'd asked you to be there at 10 a.m. sharp. It was already 10:05, but you didn't mind. After all, she had hundreds—if not thousands—of students to deal with every day. You couldn't imagine being in her position; it must be incredibly stressful.

You saw Professor McGonagall quickly walk into the office. "Sorry, dear, I wasn’t expecting to be late. I had to deal with one of the twins again. Fred and those fireworks he won’t stop setting off... I can’t seem to catch a break," she said, clearly irritated. You chuckled.

Fred, along with his twin George, were infamous for their pranks—especially their fireworks. You weren’t particularly close with the twins, though you knew George from Potions class. You’d never really talked, but you’d heard plenty about their mischief. This definitely wasn’t the first time they’d caused trouble.

"No worries, Professor, I’m in no rush,” you reassured her. “Speaking of Fred, I actually called you in here to ask if you'd be willing to tutor his brother, George. His struggle is with Potions, and I know you’d be a great help, Miss L/N."

Her request caught you off guard for a moment. You had no problem tutoring anyone—especially since you were confident in all of your academic abilities. But George? Would you even withstand a single session without him pulling at least ten stunts on you? Despite not exactly wanting your "client" to be George, you couldn’t let Professor McGonagall down.

"Yes, of course, I'd be delighted to tutor him." Not that you were exactly thrilled. You didn’t have a problem with George, but you could already imagine the chaos his pranks would bring. If he pulled anything on you... well, you’d just have to pray you could withstand it.

Nonetheless, you had high hopes.

"Lovely! You both can start tomorrow at 6 p.m. in the library," she said. "I will let him know about the schedule. You'll be expected to tutor him three times a week. I have no doubt his grades will improve with your help." She gave you a warm smile, clearly pleased that you accepted her request.

You returned her smile and made your way out of her office. Now, all that was left was to wait for your first session tomorrow evening.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next day, 6 p.m. rolled around much faster than you anticipated. You spent most of the day going over your notes and brainstorming effective ways to tutor him.

You found a seat in the library, one that George would be able to see when he walked in. Shortly after you settled in, his tall, lean figure appeared in the doorway. Your eyes met for a moment, exchanging weak but genuine smiles, before he walked over and took a seat beside you.

"Glad you came, Weasley," you said, a hint of sarcasm in your voice, though it wasn't meant badly. "Not like I had much of a choice, y’know. McGonagall practically twisted my arm…" he laughed. "But I have to admit, I was pretty lucky to get you as my tutor. You’re brilliant, Miss L/N—though I probably shouldn’t inflate your ego too much." You chuckled at how formal he sounded when using your last name.

"Yes, well… I'll try my best to make this session quick and effective. I'm sure you have plenty of other things to do outside of this," you said, scrambling through your notes. "Don’t worry about it, I’ve got all the time in the world," he assured, smiling. His comment made your cheeks heat up, but you quickly brushed it off as you laid out the notes.

"Right, let's begin!" you cheerfully said.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nearly 45 minutes into your session, everything was going smoothly. You’d covered most of the first topic you wanted to go over, and George seemed to be doing well with it so far. However, there was just a little bit left of the lesson to finish.

"Okay, and finally…" you began, but you were cut off when you noticed the cup of ink you had dipped your pen in was gone. "Oh… did I misplace it somewhere?" you said, your voice tinged with confusion.

"Have you seen the cup of ink, George?" you asked, still looking around in a frenzy. "No," he replied simply, his nasty and mischievous smirk making it clear he knew something you didn’t. "George, stop messing around. Give it to me," you said, trying to remain calm. You only had a couple more things to explain, and you were ready to be done. You weren’t having it with his pranks, though you knew they were coming.

The cup of ink came into clear view when George stood up, holding it high above his head. "Reach for it, if you dare," he laughed, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to reach it. "George, cut it out!" you said, clearly annoyed. You didn’t even try to get it; it would be impossible unless he brought it down some inches shorter.

Seeing the irritation on your face, George finally lowered the cup, holding it out in front of you. Just as you reached for it, he quickly pulled his hand away, making your face burn with embarrassment. "George, stop! We’ve been here for an hour already, don’t you want to leave?" you said quietly, trying to keep your frustration in check.

"I dunno, there’s just something hilarious about you when you’re mad," he said, a grin slowly creeping onto his face. He finally placed the cup on the desk, your eyes following his hand. Now, you can get back to finishing the lesson.

Once the session came to an end, you both discussed when you'd meet again—two days from now. "Same time, same place. Don’t be late," you said, your tone firm. "Right atcha," he replied with a playful salute before spinning on his heel and heading out of the library.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next day wasn't one of your tutoring days, but you decided to sit next to George in Potions class. After all, you were tutoring him in the subject, and you figured it’d be a good chance to get to know him better outside of academics.

"Well, well, well," he sang as he saw you take a seat next to him. "Oh, shut up," you said, swatting his arm playfully.

For the entire period, you both got to know each other on a more personal level. Not too personal, but enough to now be considered 'acquaintances'.

George Weasley wasn’t as bad as you’d expected.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Next day, second tutoring session.

You and George met up at the same spot, same time. Library, at 6 p.m.

"Okay, now that you’ve learned what I taught you a few days ago, it’s time to apply it to an actual potion. This is when you’ll actually make one." you said, pointing to the empty glass tubes.

You handed him a piece of paper with a specific potion written on it—the one you’d ordered him to make. He took the paper and got to work. You watched his every move, from the way he added the ingredients to the tube, to the way his hands moved.

Something about his hands intrigued you. They were veiny, slim, and just perfect overall. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a loud explosion-like sound.

Your gaze immediately shifted to the glass tube, where black smoke was billowing out and clouding the air. He must’ve added the wrong ingredient.

"Guess I didn’t quite hit the mark with the studying, did I.." he muttered quietly. Yeah, clearly. The notes you’d given him to study had gone to waste—he’d messed up one of the easiest potions to make.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, but despite the mistake, a laugh escaped you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Another two days later, another tutoring session awaited you.

This time, you really hoped George’s effort would get you somewhere, rather than wasting both of your time.

"Believe it or not, I actually did some studying this time. Turns out your notes are pretty brilliant—who would’ve thought?" he said as you both stepped into the library. "Wow, Weasley. I’m impressed, but let’s see if it paid off," you replied, smirking at his comment.

You handed him another potion to make, this one more difficult than the last. To your surprise, he actually perfected it. It warmed your heart knowing he’d put in such great effort.

"Told you," he said, showing off his creation like a nine-year-old flaunting a Lego set he’d built.

It was nice seeing him improve, finally succeeding in something he’d struggled with, all with your help.

"Nice one, Georgie!" you cheered, patting him on the shoulder. "Trust me, if you keep this up, you'll be in the high 80s."

"Yeah, I definitely need that. A 52 isn’t exactly something to brag about, is it?" He said, a bit embarrassed, but with a playful tone. He had clearly exposed his grade, a bit more than he intended.

Your hand was still on his shoulder, but neither of you seemed to mind. You didn’t think of letting go. "Don’t let yourself down. We all start somewhere. And you’re getting better—thanks to me," you said, flicking your hair away as you emphasized your contribution. He laughed at your sassy move, clearly amused by your confidence.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Another session went by, then another, and many more after that.

You were seeing George every day—whether it was sitting with him in Potions class, during your occasional tutoring sessions, or even grabbing coffee and lunch together now and then. Though those outings weren’t exactly romantic, they still felt special in their own way.

He'd made immense progress, and it was clear when he told you he was averaging an 85 in the class.

Just like that, in two months, he’d gone from a 52 to an 85. Needless to say, you were proud—of both yourself and George. You felt accomplished, knowing you’d successfully helped a student improve their grade, and proud of George for sticking with the sessions and putting in the effort.

Despite his rare pranks and annoying moments, he made the sessions much more fun than they should’ve been.

Rather than being professional and straightforward, the sessions almost always turned into the opposite—filled with laughter, inside jokes, casual flirting, and lessons that took far longer to finish because of it.

You didn’t realize it at first, but those two months spent together had made you develop feelings for him. Not a full-blown crush, but something close. You’d gotten to see the things that made him attractive, and more importantly, a good person.

His lean, masculine figure, his hands, and his noble, humble, and brave personality made you realize he wasn’t all chaos and jokes.

He was exactly your type—almost everything you'd wished for in a guy. His good looks weren’t something he flaunted; instead, he prioritized maintaining a reputation for being generous and courageous.

You admired that about him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

On one particular tutoring session, which was close to being one of your last—since he was already excelling in the class—you both shared a moment you'd never forget.

After your usual laughs at one of his ridiculous jokes, he suddenly shifted the atmosphere, his tone turning serious.

"Y/N, you do realize this is one of our last sessions, yeah?" He asked.

"I know. I’m going to miss moments like these. But hey, it’s not like we won’t still have class together! And I see you every day, stop being dramatic," you replied, playfully shoving him, earning a chuckle in return.

"I know, but I feel like these sessions are what really built our friendship. Honestly, if McGonagall hadn’t set this up, I’m not sure where we’d be." He said.

What he said was completely true, and you’d even considered it yourself. Where would you guys have ended up, in terms of your relationship, if Professor McGonagall hadn’t played matchmaker? It was like a butterfly effect.

"Yeah, I don’t think either of us would’ve spoken to each other," you laughed. In your defense, you wouldn’t have talked to George back then. You’d thought very differently of him.

"You're right. I'm scared of pretty women," he said.

That one simple comment made a thousand, if not a billion, butterflies erupt in your stomach. He always knew exactly what to say to earn a blush from you.

You were too flustered to respond, so instead, you shot him a small, shy smile, afraid you’d say something you would regret.

"I’m glad she paired us together, though," he said, breaking the silence. "Well, I happen to like you—a lot, actually. And somehow, it all snuck up on me so fast." he confessed.

His words sent your heart racing, pounding faster than it ever should. This was one of the rare moments where both of you were completely vulnerable and serious with each other.

"I’m really glad you enjoyed my company, Georgie. Honestly, these sessions meant more to me than just schoolwork." You hesitated for a moment, a small smile on your face. "You make me feel so… at ease. Like I can just be myself. And, well, I didn’t expect to get so attached, but here I am."

The words tumbled out before you could stop them, and his eyes widened slightly at your statement. For a moment, panic gripped you.

Oh gosh. What if he didn’t mean it like that? What if he only sees me as a friend? Did I just romantically confess to him? Am I dreaming? Get a grip, Y/N!

"You like me, L/N, don’t you?" he said, not even posing it as a question.

Your cheeks flushed instantly at the sound of your last name on his lips.

You couldn’t outright deny it—that would be a lie. But admitting it felt too direct, too vulnerable.

Standing against one of the library tables, you avoided his gaze, your lips sealed as you struggled to find the right words. Deep down, you knew the truth—you liked him.

He stood from his seat and stepped closer, closing the space between you. His finger lightly grazed your chin, gently tilting your face to meet his eyes.

"There’s only one answer," he murmured. "Let’s not lie now."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you fumbled for a response, finally managing a soft, unsure, "Maybe."

By now, your bodies were so close that his warmth seeped into you, making your breath hitch.

"I thought so," he said, his voice low and almost teasing, his gaze locking with yours.

Your eyes remained locked on his, staring into the rich, chocolatey depths of his gaze.

"Y’know, you’re not exactly subtle about how you feel, Y/N. But lucky for you, I’m happy to help," he said, his voice soft but confident.

Confusion flickered across your face for only a moment before it was replaced by the warmth of his lips pressing against yours. One hand found the small of your back, the other resting gently at your waist. The world seemed to stop as you froze in the moment, every part of you except your lips paralyzed by the intensity.

Your lips moved in sync with his, creating a rhythm that sent heat coursing through your body. Slowly, your hands unfroze, snaking their way around his neck and pulling him closer.

As if the ten seconds of kissing weren’t enough, George seemed in no rush to stop. His hands moved to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and setting you on the table behind you.

Now, with nothing to steady but each other, you let yourself melt into him.

His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, his fingertips brushing the fabric of your skirt. Your own hands stayed around his neck, tugging him even closer until there was no space left between you.

The kiss was electric—otherworldly. It wasn’t just passion; it was connection. It felt like bliss, the kind of moment you never wanted to end.

This wasn’t your first kiss, but it was the first one that made you feel completely and utterly alive.

Unbeknownst to either of you, every tutoring session had been its own lesson—a lesson in love.

[nottsangel]

FOURTEEN. face sitting — hermione granger

warnings — smut 18+. face sitting. cunnilingus.

kinkmas mlist. more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“we’ll see about that.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[lionizingheathen]

Masterlist By Character - Updated 8.21.24

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Miscommunication

Edging Sub!Draco after you catch him flirting with someone else in public

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Draco finding release after a day in the office

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Take It Out On Me

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

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Take it

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Quietly

Fucking Hermione in the stacks of the library

Lily Evans

Roses

Eating Lily Evans out

Relax

Strapwarming Lily Evans

James Potter

Everything

Making boyfriend James Potter be rough with you for the first time

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Remus taking you against a wall

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Harry James Potter

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First time sleeping with Luna Lovegood

Group

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[anxiousthoughts365]

HC that Percy, after the war and re-uniting with his family, quickly became sick of politics. He decided that he'd seen enough of the broken inner workings of the Ministry, and had finally accepted that running at such high levels of stress wasn't healthy. Especially considering that he and Oliver were planning to start a family.

So, five years after the war, he makes the announcement that he's going to be stepping out of his role as Assistant to the Minister, to make way for Hermione Granger. Oliver is thrilled, because he's spent years worrying about Percy's wellbeing, even when the man took a bit of a step back a few years ago.

He's also excited by the idea that his kids will have at least one of them home constantly. He doesn't plan to play professionally forever, but he's got his eye on side-stepping into either training or commentary, both of which could continue to take him away for periods of time.

The one thing that worries Percy is, of course, their finances. Oliver gets paid an extortionate amount, it keeps them comfortable. But Percy, who learned from an early age to never look too closely at the bank account and to always keep a tight hold on the purse strings, is unaware even how much he has been getting paid.

One night, he asks Oliver to look at his Gringott's total for him, so that they can work out just how long they can go without Percy having to find another job. And after Oliver is finished choking on his own tongue at the ungodly amount of money that Percy has unknowingly set aside, he manages to tell his husband that he would never have to work again if he didn't want to.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

A Second Chance pt.3 {Blurb}

Poly!Marauders+Lily x Fem!Reader - Zombie Apocalypse Au

Stick Season Noah Kahan

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Summary: Reader has sometime with Remus, before she is sent out alone with Sirius}

Cw; Guns, death, zombies go nom nom , a lot of baby talk, cussing, minor character death, Zombie apocalypse typical violence, infants)

a/n- This is totally just filler, but next chapter is going to be very intense, so warning ahead of time

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You hadn't slept a wink. Still staring out the window with Hermione against your chest. She had fistfuls of your shirt, and you couldn't bring yourself to put her down, far too anxious of what would happen to her. Your mind wandered to the worst but just because you were terrified didn't mean the world stopped turning.

Eventually, Hemione woke up and gave her soft fussy gurgles. You stood up and tried to stay quiet. Lily had laid in the bed last night, and must have fallen asleep with Harry. They were both sleeping soundly, so you didn't want to disturb them. 

If last night had happened any other time, at any other place, with anyone else, you would have kicked them out. Send them straight back to the woods. It was cruel, but you weren't going to keep around people you didn't trust. However, they had Harry and your friends have done dumber things in the past. They seemed like truly good people, that was rare nowadays, and company of your own age wasn't entirely awful. 

Everyone was going through this for the first time. You did know one thing, however, Sirius was not to be trusted to have Hermione’s best interest at heart. 

You went about your routine, making your way to the kitchen, feeding her with what little milk you could find. You don't know much about about babies, again, you used to find them extremely annoying, but you knew that when Mrs. Granger first had Hermione, she could hardly lift her limbs.

Her husband had asked you to scavenge any nuts you could find, specifically almonds or cashews, he said it wasn't ideal but if he could use it with his water supply he could make a suitable replacement until his wife was better. It was crazy to think they were gone. Did they even think that it was a possibility? That you would be looking after their baby girl?

It was life or death in the moment, but they had made a point to involve you from day one. You hadn't been entirely close, but even if they were just a few years older than you, you looked up to them. So much resolve, tenacity, and with a bond you saw in the movies. It's crazy to think you had been traveling with them for two years, and suddenly, they were gone.

Thinking about it now, Mr. Granger made a point of teaching you what he knew, Mrs. Granger had made sure you were the first person Hermione was comfortable being held by at such a young age. For nine months you had to hear the nervous but excited soon to be dad rattle on facts about newborns that you now used day to day. Barty used to joke you were ready for your own, you could still remember the absolutely horrified look Regulus had when the thought of you as a mother came across his mind. Evan’s laughter rang in your ears as you elbowed Barty in the side for the sly comment.

Maybe they did have a feeling. They were always smarter than you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Hermione give another gurgle, quickly you set the milk down and began to rub her back. You were distracted, again.

Using as little formula as you could with the abomination of handmade nut milk was the most sustainable option. Just three more months and it would be time to worry about getting your hands on mashed food. The stress of it all wasn't necessarily bad, you found yourself waking up every morning with someone to be awake for.

Cooing at her as you swayed around to keep her calm. You had to admit, she was a cute little thing. Even if it wasn't what you wanted, even if you lost the people dearest to you, you wouldn't go back. The idea that any other outcome would have resulted in those monsters getting their hands on her terrified you more than anything.

Those bandits, the so-called “Death Eaters” like some pathetic indie rock band name, were ruthless. They first started appearing about a year ago, they had even attempted to recruit your group. 

Some religious ramblings about the worthy and the righteous, always fell on deaf ears for you. Even then, they seemed particularly insane. Speaking of the rapture and innocence leaving the community around you. That the most dignified should step up and show why they were worthy to be on earth.

That was when, of course, you had just met the group.

You weren't as skilled as you were now, but you had been alone for months when this all started. Trial and error had your best interest at heart, until skill slowly took over. When you met them, you were not the most.. easy person.

As in you stabbed, who you later learned to be Barty, right threw the hand. To your absolute horror he called you hot for it. The damn psycho. You missed him. 

Evan wasn't far behind in thinking you were just the best thing since sliced bread. Maybe it was the change in faces around their boring camp, but you quickly went from some stranger they hunted with, to someone who would pop up at their camp. Eventually, you never left. You made friends with the people there, and being a part of a group made you feel safe since the first time it all happened.

Maybe that was another reason why you were so determined to keep these people around. You wanted nothing more than to be witnessed. 

You were once again rudely snapped from your thoughts at the feeling of being watched. You hated that feeling. You turned to look at the doorway from the hall to the kitchen and locked eyes with that Remus boy. He looked to be sweating, but trying to hide how much pain he was clearly in. He seemed startled to see you, slowly smiling and you nodded to him, turning to look out the window.

He joined you in silence, using two chairs to prop his ankle up above his heart. 

Eventually, he spoke up.

“How did you sleep?” 

“I didn't. Couldn't.” You mused and after a moment of silence you turned to see him again. His eyes were closed but he didn't seem to be dozing. “... did you sleep?”

“Couldn't.” He responded and you nodded. “The pain or your friend?”

“Both.” He mumbled and slowly opened his eyes. “He.. we'd known him since we were 11.” 

He seemed so solemn. It didn't even cross your mind they may have known each other from back before the change. You walked over and took a seat beside him, and he continued. “He was always a bit of an anxious kid, maybe he did some things I need to think twice about but.. I never would of figured him to..” 

“Yeah.” You whispered. “No one wants to think of a friend that way.”

You rolled your tongue. It was hard to hold a conversation, truly. You had been alone for a month, before that you spent two years of your life with people you mostly listened to. 

“So,” Remus began. “If you don't mind me asking, where were you when this all started?”

The question grew worn and weary with each new encounter, gradually losing its significance. It was more common than normal formalities at this point. 

It held a certain importance, though, as it let many saps share their story with another person. It was a way to ensure that, even in your absence, at least one person would know your story. That you weren't lost in this world like the thousands of others who were gone. So, when the inevitable end came, whether in the tearing grip of zombies or other perils that watched you in the tree line, someone would carry your memory until it became their turn.

It just seemed to hit you, everyone in that camp. Regulus, Barty, Evans, the Grangers. Their stories were now all that was left of them. Right.

You hoped to be so lucky to tell Hermione of the heroes her parents were. The lives they saved, including yours and her own. 

“It's a.. long story.” You sighed and he nodded. 

“Is there anything else to do?” Remus offered and you purse your lips. 

“Actually,” You looked out the window and bit your cheek. The sun was rising slowly, you didn't need to be anywhere just yet. “Short version.”

Remus leaned back against his chair and nodded before you took a deep breath.

“My dad, he worked for the military. He used to take me on these hunting trips with his coworkers. These two idiots and a pretty cool veteran.”

“Is that how you shot down that buck?”

“Learned from the best.” You nodded, smiling down at Hermione as you ran your hand soothingly down her back. “My dad and I got into this big fight.” You whispered, smile fading. “I took a hike early to get away from them all. They were being.. men.”

“Men?” Remus smirked.

“Men.” You cheeked. Remus was easy to be playful with. “On my walk, there was this guy. He looked unconscious. It was.. it was a bit jarring. Then when I called for help he got up. He was eating meat of some kind.”

You shuttered as you remembered so clearly the crazed and red faced man looking at you. Like you were his next meal. “And then my dads friend, Mr. Prewett came out of nowhere. He jumped in front of me and this guys just- well.. you can assume what happened. I went back to camp and I told my dad. He panicked and called the sheriff office.” You waved your free hand. “Useless. Eventually, there was this mass panic and people chasing each other. My dad packed up the car and told me to drive. To go home and wait for him and his friends there. He just.. never came back.”

Remus nodded along thoughtfully.

“What of you five?” You asked in kind. He fiddled with his nail. 

“We had just been sent home from boarding school. We were on a train home and suddenly it just stopped.” Refused recounted the horrified screams and the mass panic. Remembering locking their compartment and drawing the curtains. The sounds of tearing and horrified screams etched into his memory.

You winced a bit. “A train?”

“Right? I mean, who starts these things off on a train?”

Okay, that made you laugh. The cheeky bugger. “How did you make it out?”

“Lily broke a window.” 

“That.. makes sense. She seems like she has a thing or two going for her upstairs.”

“Something the other two lack.”

Okay, he was definitely charming too. A sense of humor could go a long way. A comfortable silence settled over you, before you saw how late it was getting. You began to stand and Remus winced as he shifted to look at you. 

“Where are you headed?”

“The spring further down the forest line. It's fresh water and I have an embarrassing purifier.” 

“You're taking her?” 

“...” You usually did take littler Hermione with you, you hated to be so far from the house without her. You knew it would be easier, however, to leave her behind. 

“I-”

“I'll watch her.” Remus offered gently.

Your eyes locked onto his hazels. You searched them with a determined tightness in your chest. Remus had never done anything to make you think he might hurt her. Something about the boy reminded you of safety in its purest form.

But you weren't going to just trust your gut. Not again.

“I'll set her down in the livingroom. If she cries-”

“I'll be here. I promise.” 

You slowly nodded and gave him a brief pained smile. His eyes were soft and so was his curled lips. Showing you a gentleness you only saw after you met the group. It frustrated you to no end, to not understand why your heart was clenching so painful and desperate in your chest at just a look.

You turned sharply and walked into the livingroom, past the sleeping figures to hide her away in the corner as you always did. You made a point to not look at Sirius nor James.

James seemed distraught, holding his curly strands of hair in between his fingers. Eyes bloodshot.

Seems no one slept.

“I am going out, down to the stream. It's a walk, so I'll be back by the time the sun goes down.” You informed them, it felt odd to have someone to report to again.

Walking past them, James suddenly stood up on his feet before he stumbled a bit. “Alone? You're going alone?”

Sirius came to grab his wrist and help him stay up.

You looked back at them with a quizzing look. “Yes. We need water. I figured the idea would make you happy.”

James shook his head. “No- no- water, it's- it's great.” He mumbled and stared at you. His eyes were low and filled with concern. You should have walked away, but he looked like a wounded puppy.

“Is that.. okay, James?” You whispered back. It was hard to stay too stern with him. 

“It is just.. just alone?” He pushed and you slowly crossed your arms.

“I have survived plenty long without-”

“I-I'll go with you! We can be quicker too, I'm pretty strong I-”

“James.” You cut in on his words sharply and his eyebrows pinched together with a sad look. “... yes?”

Merlin, you see why Lily was so taken with him. If the current situation was anything else-

“I will be fine alone.” You insisted before Sirius cleared his throat. 

“You?” You glared at Sirius, this time, unlike yesterday, he didn't shy away. “I'll go with you.”

“No.”

“Can't really stop me, can you?” Sirius mused and picked up James's gun. You glared at him harder and he sighed, handing it back to James. 

“No weapons.” He comprised.

“And you travel ahead of me.” You huffed, the black haired boy slowly smirked. “Darling, I don't have a clue where we're going.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just bloody- follow me then.”

Before he could make another comment you walked to the door and began to leave. James seemed to visually relax, and Sirius hurried after you.

“Don't slow me down.” You warned him, stepping into the porch. The outside was calm and serine, but there was this sinking feeling in your chest that only grew worse as you tried to catch something in the tree line. 

It felt like you were being watched. You hated that feeling.

Your thoughts were suddenly cut out of your mind when you heard Sirius.

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

[milkoomi]

semester success. ᥫ᭡

[ 3 chapter mini series ]

in this series, i’m going to teach you all my helpful tips and tricks on how to succeed in the new semester in just 3 quick chapters! get ready to take notes, we’re diving right in!

chapter one — THE STARTING WEEK

the first week of a new semester can be daunting. how the rest of your semester will go depends on how your first week starts. so let’s make sure we start the semester on the right foot!

class is in session …

୨ৎ — the week before

if you can start preparations at least one week before the start of the new semester, do it!

here’s what you can do:

monday & tuesday - gather all your supplies

the basics…

backpack / school bag

folders / binders / notebooks / planner

pencil case / pencils / pens / highlighters

laptop / tablet / tablet pen / chargers

essentials…

textbooks / required materials

personal care & hygiene products (i.e. deodorant, perfume, lip balm, hair ties, hand sanitizer, feminine products)

headphones

in case you’re missing a few extra supplies, be sure to go and make those necessary purchases! create a checklist if you have to!

wednesday - check student email

be sure to check your student email for any new updates from your teachers/professors! you also want to make sure you give yourself a solid amount of time before classes start back up to keep checking for updates and/or important announcements.

** from this point up until the day before your new semester starts, keep checking your student email. i recommend checking at least 4 times per day! once in the morning around 8-9am, twice in the afternoon around 12-1pm & around 3-4pm, and then once more at night around 7-8pm!

thursday & friday - plan for the first week

grab your planner (whether it’s physical or digital) and take some time to plan out your first week! make note of what classes you have on what days & include the times those classes start, write down any important non-school related appointments/events that you have during that first week, and be sure to include time during that first week where you can rest and relax.

saturday - review syllabus & double checking

take some time out of your day to read and review each of your class’ syllabi! make sure you read through them thoroughly and highlight any important dates that show up in the course semester schedule. i also recommend highlighting your teachers’/professors’ contact information, and if they have office hours be sure to make note of that as well!

also, let this second-to-last day before the start of the semester be designated for last minute preparations. double check that you have all your supplies, check your student email again, and just make sure you complete everything else that might be on your to-do list.

sunday - relaxing & decompressing

the final day of your break before the semester starts should be used to just rest and relax. treat yourself kindly on this day; pamper yourself! do skincare, treat yourself to a cozy day in, watch your favorite show or movies, journal! do something that makes you feel at ease and makes you feel happy! it’s important to have a day where you can just relax and only focus on relaxing.

you might also want to ease your mind by doing some last minute cleaning and reorganizing! starting a new semester with a refreshed study space/room (whether it be an office or your bedroom) can help alleviate some stress that might still be lingering. refresh your space and clear your mind!

this little schedule might not be the exact one you follow, and that’s okay! i made this as an example of what you can do & what your week before might look like!

୨ৎ — academic weapon style

get dressed up for your first week back! wear the clothes that make you feel confident and that help you set the tone for yourself.

gather inspiration! dress like your favorite academic icons! hop onto pinterest & look for style inspo for different characters like…

rory gilmore

hermione granger

meredith grey

cristina yang

elle woods

spencer hastings

blair waldorf

cristina yang , blair wladorf , spencer hastings

୨ৎ — create a consistent morning & night routine

it’s important to have a routine, especially in the morning and at night. having a routine that works for you and your schedule will help smooth any rough edges that might come up during your semester!

go to sleep & wake up at the same time every day

incorporate self care/hygiene routine in the morning and night

include health & wellness aspects (journaling, morning yoga, etc.)

make your bed as soon as you wake up

set aside time to unwind/time for yourself

୨ৎ — chat with/get to know your professors

the first week is all about figuring out the vibe of your class, so get a feel for your environment and who your professors are! you will be working with them for the next 16 weeks!

use this time to ask questions, let your professor know a little bit about you, and take notes on what your professor asks from you and your classmates during this semester.

after you’ve taken the time to review the syllabus prior to classes starting, write down possible questions or concerns that you can bring up to your teachers!

before you’re dismissed …

take on the first week with your full strength! create that good first impression for yourself and set the path for your incoming success!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[hd-erised]

H/D Erised Fic: Go Up to Gilead

Author: @dodgerkedavra Recipient: @tessacrowley Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~105,000 Tags: Auror Harry Potter, Auror Pansy Parkinson, Healer Ron Weasley, Auror Theodore Nott, Auror Justin Finch-Fletchley, Curse Breaking, Curse Breaker Seamus Finnigan, Healer Dean Thomas, Unspeakable Blaise Zabini, Unspeakable Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, Prison, Blood and Injury, Broken Bones, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con. Past Rape/Non-con, Guilt, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Caning, Hallucinations, Mental Instability, Mental Anguish, Post-Prison, St Mungo's Hospital (Harry Potter), Healing, Injury Recovery, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Sentient Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Gryffindor/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Dark Magic, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Avada Kedavra | Killing Curse (Harry Potter), After Effects of Crucio | Cruciatus Curse (Harry Potter), Unforgivable Curses (Harry Potter), Masturbation in Shower, Anal Sex, First Time Bottoming, Magical Cock Ring, Vomiting, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Weddings, Hogwarts Castle, Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, Self-Hatred, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, POV Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Hand Feeding, Dreams and Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Imprisonment, Godric's Hollow (Harry Potter), Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Consent, Kissing, Orgasm, Frottage, Gentle Sex, Children of Characters, Despair, Hope, Touch-Starved, Forehead Touching, Hair Braiding, Hair Washing, Weasley Jumpers, Expecto Patronum | Patronus Charm (Harry Potter), self-harm, revenge, vertigo, starvation

Summary: Harry Potter’s sense of purpose drops dead with Voldemort. So does Draco Malfoy’s freedom. Nine years later, Harry’s still a soldier. Draco’s still a sacrifice. Harry’s going to die in his Auror uniform, and Draco doesn’t deserve to live. But when the clock runs out on Draco’s sentence, a new one starts ticking. As it was, so it will be: they’ll survive together, or not at all. Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.

Go Up to Gilead

[darkacademicvibes]

You Owe Me

Fred Weasley x Fem!Lancaster!Gryffindor!Reader

Enemies to lovers, Fake dating

It's the fourth time in two weeks, and it's only Tuesday.

Adrien Pucey settles into the seat beside you, the same flirty smile on his face as his last three attempts at talking to you, and it takes everything in you to keep your glare of annoyance to yourself as you send Hermione at the gryffindor table your best 'can-we-please-have-a-tutor-session-right-at-this-second-i-need-your-help' stare, which she doesn't understand, of course, since you're usually so against studying.

"Hey gorgeous" you sigh heavily, barely glancing at him. "What do you want, Pucey" you mutter, hoping to merlin he doesn't make some revolting innuendo of some sort, you're trying to eat lunch for heavens sake.

"I want you to go out with me this weekend" he shrugs, and you turn to him, placing down your fork. "Look, Pucey, there's a nice way to say this, but I'm not going to be nice anymore. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm not interested in dating, sleeping with, or, talking to you" you state clearly, hoping it was exactly what he needed to leave you alone.

"Tell me one good reason why"

Hope is dead. There is no hope. Hopeless, that is his word, you will never say hopeless without thinking of this exact moment ever again.

"I have a boyfriend" the words practically tumble out of your mouth, and he immediately seems confused. Me too, pucey, me too. You think to yourself, because genuinely, what the fuck? No, you don't. Not that he needed to know that, because he was already standing up. "Right... uh, who, exactly?" He asks, and you panic.

"Look, we're trying to keep it to ourselves right now, yknow? We don't want anyone in our business, so if you could kind of... keep it quiet, that would be really helpful" you ramble, shit- literally - because at this point you are talking out of your arse. None of this is true, obviously, but if it gets him to leave you the fuck alone, then great, now it is. It's a lie, but it's true. In his mind, at least.

He pauses, "right." He mumbles, turning on his heel and leaving as you turn back to your meal, feeling particularly distraught.

"Y/n? It's time for our session-" Hermione Granger pauses, she's never seen you move so quickly, shoving bacon into your mouth and grabbing an apple turnover as you shove your things into your bag, standing up and grabbing her wrist with your free hand as you tug her along to the library.

What the hell happened since their last session? Y/n Lancaster has never once been the one most ready for their study session, it was always Hermione spending the better part of their scheduled two hours bribing her to actually open her books.

"I'm fucked" you state with a mortified groan the moment you make it to your usual table in the library, apple turnover in hand until you place it onto a loose piece of parchment, sending a suspicious glare to the wood of the library table. Who knew what tables couples had shagged on top of after sneaking in after hours for a bit of unsanctioned fun.

Hermione frowns, puzzled as she sits beside you, watching you actually open your textbooks. "What? What happened?" she asks, hurrying to tug her own books from her bag.

"Okay, you know how i've been bitching about Pucey asking me out and being all gross and stuff? Well he asked me out again, and I said no - obviously, like, gag - but he asked me why and I totally minblanked so I told him I have a secret boyfriend" you ramble, stressed at the situation you've gone and caused for yourself, because now you actually had to ask someone to pretend to be in a badly hidden 'relationship' with you to keep him off your back. Double gag.

She smiles, "oh, you do? congrats-"

"Hermione Jean Granger, you adorable, sweet, merlins favourite little gryffindor-"

"We're the same age-"

"-I am so greatful that you think I have such low standards and such high patience to date a boy of all things-"

"And we're both gryffindors."

"-But I am so single it borderlines on painful."

She's silent for a long moment, so long, you aren't sure if she understood you, and then, painfully slow, she begins to smile. And then a laugh bubbles out of her as you sulk, biting into the sweet apple turnover.

It takes a long few minues for her to calm enough to be able to look at you without laughing again.

"So now what?" she muses "You can't exactly keep lying and really expect to get away with it" she points out, and you fall silent, sending her a sheepish smile as she pauses, eyeing you warily.

"Y/n Gréine Lancaster, tell me you are not thinking about-"

You nod quickly, embrrassed.

"Y/n! That's ridiculous" she scolds quietly, and you groan.

"Trust me, I know... but I have to, I just want Pucey to leave me alone. He's been so convinced that i've just been playing hard to get- I can't take it anymore, 'mione, you even had to start tutoring me because i've been taking the long ways to class to avoid him in the halls" you insist.

She sighs, her gaze softening.

"I know someone you can ask, I'll talk to him" she promises softly. "He needs a date to christmas this year to keep his mother off his back anyway... a win-win situation is okay... right?" she asks softly, gently grabbing your hand. You nod softly.

"Of course, 'mione, thank you"

"Always, Y/n. Now.. herbology-"

"Oh god, must we?"

[hoosurdaddy]

How the Golden Trio + Draco give head.

Summary: takes place after DH. 18+. I included Draco.

Triggers: Oral (female reader receiving). Repeating myself a lot, imo.

Harry Potter:

Harry loves a dominant woman in charge. He’d more than likely allow you to have control over the sexual part of your relationship.

Harry loves to be the best boy and would do anything for your pleasure. He would be practically begging you to sit and ride his pretty face.. how can you say no??

He would be looking up at you with his cute eyes, as he licks and teases your slit and smirk at your moans.

Harry would definitely be moaning and groaning of pleasure into your pussy.

Due to Harry having a massive praise kink, he’s very eager to please. Sometimes you almost have to tell him to calm down but once Harry gets started, there’s no stopping him.

Harry, rarely ever a dominant, will order you to lay on your back so he can lay between your legs and spread your pussy lips apart so he can taste every inch of you.

Harry wants you to have the best experience and for him to know, that due to his little experience in that aspect, that he can make you feel really good.

Harry would be such a passionate, sloppy Pussy eater, ugh, fuckkk.

—

Ron Weasley.

Ron has never eaten a girl out before, but he’s thought of it. But when he’s eating you out; he’s a perfectionist. Ron has been overshadowed his whole life, but this, he wanted people to know how good he can make you cum.

Ron loves biting and sucking your thighs before he goes down. So expect 100% of your thigh skin to be covered in hickeys from here on out.

Ron always has such gorgeous fingers (you’re in lucky if you’ve a hand kink) cause fuck me, he’d be fingering you and sucking your clit as his life depends on it. And you’re going to let him, won’t you?

It’s his pussy, not yours. He’ll constantly remind you as he spanks your clit as you edge your third orgasm.

Ron uses this to his advantage. You’re angry at him? He’s on his knees. You’re stressed? Ride his face until you’re not.

Loves, loves having his hair pulled in every direction, especially if you’re pulling him into your pussy. He would die happily.

Ron would be big into Complimenting you before, during, and after. “Fuck baby, your pussy tastes so good. It’s my favourite thing to eat.”

Just be prepared, that before every quidditch match, he’ll definitely want a kiss from his favourite girl for good luck.

And if they win, you’ll get more than a kiss. ;)))

—

Hermione Granger.

Like Ron, Hermione is a perfectionist. But in this case, she’s clueless. Bless her. She would definitely have done her studying before hand.

Very shy and nervous at first, but with your help and guidance, Hermione will pick up on what you like in a second.

Hermione, imo, is the type to rest her head on your thigh as she sucked and played with your clit, pulling away every so often to listen to your praises of her.

^^ Hermione always loves when you guide her to where you want her to touch and kiss her. She die happily between your legs with a tight grip on her hair as you pull her in every direction.

Cumming is a massive goal when Hermione is eating you out, she lives for the taste of you all over her mouth. Tbh I feel like Hermione is secretly a dirty talker?? Like she’s the cutest, innocent face but says the most dirtiest things to get you to reach your orgasm. (“You look so pretty right now, your pussy is as pretty as you”).

Like outta pocket. Hermione has the prettiest voice. Her moans would be so pretty too. I can imagine, Hermione going down on you and shaking her head side to side with your clit in her mouth as she moans. Like🥹

I can imagine Hermione is pretty into 69 too. That way you both can experience pleasure. She was a little nervous to be ontop, but once you reassured her that all you want is her pussy in your face, it becomes her new favourite position.

Hermione J Granger for the win.

—

Draco Malfoy.

Eager to please. Draco wants to live up to his ‘bad boy’ phase. And bad boy he is ;)

He’s such a tease too, ughhh. He wants you putty in his hands until you’re begging him to give you something, anything.

Like Hermione, Draco is such a dirty talker. (“That’s my girl, just like that.. Shh, baby you’re doing amazing”). Imagine him saying that while your legs were over his shoulders. So pretty.

Draco loves feeling your body while he eats you out. He’ll have one arm across your waist, holding you down while the other arm is reaching up to massage your tits and nipples.

Draco wouldn’t stop until you physically have to pull away from him or move cause he just wants to keep tasting and teasing you. Like, Draco doesn’t care how overstimulated you get, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with how much he’s done.

It’s his pussy and he’ll do what he wants.🤷‍♀️

And he does it at the worst of times too, imo. His favourite would be if you worked a desk job and he crawls under the table and just goes to town with tongue and fingers. He loves the cat and mouse game of will you be caught and fired? Or nahhh.

Best believe that Draco would wear your slick and cum proudly all around his face and chin without a care in the world. Hehe

[nickeverdeen]

Hermione Granger x Potter!twin sister!reader

Requested: Yes (written at the end of the post)

Your intelligence and kindness make you a natural leader, but your mischievous streak ensures you’re always up for some fun—balancing perfectly between responsibility and playful rebellion

You’re well-liked by students in all houses, breaking the typical house rivalries

Even Slytherins respect you for your charisma and fairness

While you’re close with Harry and his friends, you also spend time with your own group—Susan, Daphne, Tracey, and Padma

They admire your ability to balance academics, friendships, and occasional rule-breaking

Like your dad, you’re a star on the Quidditch team

Your skills as a Chaser make you popular and respected, even by those who don’t follow the sport

You’re the perfect mix of James’s playful charm and Lily’s sharp wit

Professor McGonagall secretly adores you, though she can’t help but sigh when you break rules with a smile

From the moment you met Hermione on the train in your first year, you were captivated by her intelligence and passion

In first and second year, your crush showed in small, subtle ways—helping her with spells, offering her your cloak when she was cold, and defending her from anyone who tried to put her down

By your third year, your crush became more apparent to everyone but Hermione

You’d often compliment her, sit beside her in class, and find excuses to spend time with her

McGonagall often watches you look at Hermione the same way James used to look at Lily

She can’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu and privately hopes history repeats itself

The Gryffindors (and even some Ravenclaws) whisper about how obvious your feelings are, but Hermione, oblivious to romantic gestures, never picks up on it

You love studying with Hermione—not just because of the academics, but because you admire how passionate she is about learning

Whenever someone mocks Hermione for being a know-it-all, you’re quick to shut them down with a sharp tongue and a glare

Hermione appreciates your intelligence and work ethic, often seeing a reflection of herself in you, though she’s oblivious to your deeper feelings

Whether it’s ensuring she doesn’t overwork herself or subtly helping her avoid stressful situations, you’re always looking out for her

You’ve mastered the art of teasingly complimenting Hermione in a way that makes her blush, though she brushes it off as friendly banter

Every professor, especially McGonagall and Flitwick, sees the similarities between you and James and Lily

It’s like watching history unfold all over again

Harry finds it amusing that you’ve inherited James’s penchant for falling for strong, brilliant women

He teases you endlessly about it

Like Lily, Hermione doesn’t realize your feelings until much later, despite the growing evidence

You often go out of your way to impress Hermione, whether it’s winning a Quidditch match or sneaking into the restricted section of the library to help her with research

You turn up the charm around Hermione, and while she occasionally notices, she assumes you’re just being your naturally charismatic self

Susan, Daphne, Tracey, and Padma all tease you about your crush, especially when you get flustered around Hermione

Ron rolls his eyes at your obvious crush, while Harry supports you and occasionally acts as your wingman

Fred and George catch on quickly and start dropping hints to Hermione, much to your embarrassment

Some older professors, like Slughorn, can’t help but comment on how much you remind them of your mother—and how fitting it is that you’ve fallen for someone as brilliant as Hermione

Hagrid finds your crush adorable and often encourages you to be honest with Hermione, offering clumsy but well-meaning advice

You and Hermione often find yourselves talking late into the night, bonding over books, life, and the pressures of being seen as “the responsible one.”

You leave small gifts for Hermione—like a quill she admired or a rare book she mentioned wanting—without taking credit

She usually figures out it’s you, though

When Hermione feels overwhelmed or stressed, you’re always there to reassure her, your calm presence a grounding force for her

Hermione, not typically a sports fan, always cheers the loudest for you during Quidditch matches, secretly impressed by your athleticism

Hermione admires your balance of intelligence, kindness, and bravery, often saying you’re one of the most remarkable people she knows

Hermione starts noticing how much you care for her—how your compliments feel more personal, how you always go out of your way for her

In a rare moment of candor, Professor McGonagall casually remarks to Hermione that she reminds her of Lily in more ways than one, planting the seed

During a dangerous moment (perhaps during the Triwizard Tournament), Hermione realizes how deeply you care for her when you risk yourself to keep her safe

One day, while studying in the library, Hermione shyly asks if your feelings for her are more than platonic

Flustered but honest, you admit the truth

After some initial awkwardness, Hermione admits she feels the same

Your bond deepens, and the two of you become an unstoppable team—history repeating itself in the best way possible

Request: Can I get headcanons for Hermione Granger x Potter! TwinSister!Reader? Harry has a twin who looks like the carbon copy of Lily and is just as intelligent and hard-working, but as she gets more comfortable in Hogwarts, she starts showing that she’s not only her mother’s daughter but that she’s her father’s daughter as well, with her personality a combination of James (mischief, loyalty, brave, popular, and athleticism) and Lily (witty, charming, responsible, kind, selfless, and intelligent). She’s friends with people outside of her own house and hangs out mostly with her own group—Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Padma Patil—when not seen with her brother and his friends. The most damning thing is her crush on Hermione Granger since their first year, which starts being more obvious in 3rd year (although Professor McGonagall said that she has always noticed it). Almost everyone but Hermione could see it, and the whole teacher faculty sees history (James and Lily’s romance) repeat itself.

[racfoam]

Harry Quits

“I quit,” said Harry.

Dumbledore and Voldemort stopped their duel, turned to Harry, and blinked. “Pardon?”

“Quit?” hissed Voldemort, sounding offended.

“Yup,” said Harry. “I quit. I’ve got enough money in my vault to last me all my life. I’m fifteen, I don't need all this trouble when all I came here for is to learn magic, not fight a snake man. I have had nightmares because of you,” Harry pointed at Voldemort, “since I can remember, and this year you just wouldn't leave me alone. Oh, and I’ll flunk my History exam because you sent me the vision at that time, so thanks a lot for that. Hermione will chew me out until I don't have either ears left.”

The boy turned thoughtful, considering. “If I run quick enough, I'll make it to America before she sees my History result in August. You two... fight it out.”

He gestured to them with his hand.

“My money's on Voldemort, he's the younger old man of the two of you old men. I quit.”

Voldemort and Dumbledore stared at Harry in disbelief.

Harry walked to the nearest Floo. “Have fun trying to kill each other. Bye.”

Harry jumped into the fireplace, leaving in a burst of green flames.

Voldemort and Dumbledore stared at the fireplace.

“Did Potter just quit the entire British wizarding society?” asked Voldemort after a moment, between glee and disbelief at his luck.

When Dumbledore said nothing, Voldemort laughed. Harry seemed more like a Slytherin to him in that moment than a Gryffindor.

The next day, Dumbledore received the formal letter of quitting Hogwarts by Harry, with reasons stated below as "stressful" and "life-threatening".

Dumbledore approved the letter, and the acceptance of marks, and sent Professor McGonagall to deliver it back to Harry.

The next week, there were two news to cover. The Dark Lord was back, and the Boy Who Lived quit the British wizarding society completely and moved elsewhere, completely emptying his Gringotts vault.

If Voldemort found Harry in America three years later, the boy having opened a flower shop of lilies with his friends Weasley and Granger, nobody knew.

And if Voldemort bought a single flower there and Harry later found the same flower on his windowsill, nobody knew except them.

THE END.

[novthewolf]

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

In your eyes, millions of stars

Pairing : Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader

Masterlist : Here

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

Words : +1,6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[this-isajokerjoke]

golden trio headcanons

hermione has long hair that's almost always tangled

harry wakes up very early and sleeps lightly

ron hugs his pillow when he sleeps

ron was considered for hufflepuff and hermione was considered for slytherin and ravenclaw

harry is the shortest out of all of them

hermione brings muggle books too to keep up with muggle school

mom friend ronald weasley 

ron puts food on harry and hermione’s plates

harry is surprised to find that no one is taking his food from him

hermione teaches harry some manners (she fails teaching ron)

neither ron or hermione mention harry’s flinches at quick movements or loud noises

ron has undiagnosed adhd

harry doesn't realize how abnormal his life at the dursleys was until he goes to the weasley’s house 

hermione finding out harry never has had a stuffed animal and buying him one for christmas 

harry loving it but hiding it from his dorm mates bc he's afraid to be made fun of

socially awkward hermione

undiagnosed autistic hermione granger

hermione being very upset losing to ron at chess

hermione and ron watching harry practice quidditch sometimes

TRANS RON TRANS RON

handmade gifts from ron but only for hermione and harry bc they're his favorites

harry and ron missing each other and being literal platonic soulmates

ron and hermione bickering but actually being really close

ron tells hermione he's jealous of harry

hermione tells ron she's afraid to fail and be kicked out of the magic world

harry is both observant and unobservant

he is very oblivious

ron is the tallest and rests his elbows on harry and hermione’s heads

harry and hermione have to restrain ron from punching draco malfoy consistently throughout their years at hogwarts

harry having to get used to having more food after spending time at the dursleys

ron helps harry when harry wakes up from nightmares

hermione getting stressed and breaking out with acne

harry having to be taught hygiene in secret from ron bc he doesn't know how to take care of himself

harry and ron call hermione ‘hermy’ sometimes just because they think it’s funny and hermy hermione hates it

ron also thinks it’s really funny to say “har har” when harry makes a joke (harry giggles and hermione sighs)