#thenargleshermione

[ravkasqueen]

I’m sorry

Request: For an anon: I was wondering if you could do a Hermione X female reader where they’re arguing outside of the potions classroom and then the reader pushes Hermione against the wall and they start snogging and then snape catches them? Ta xxx

Heya! So I kind of blurred your request with another idea that I had to build the basis of this idea - thank you so much for requesting, love! :)

Word count: 2121

Warnings: angst :) 

 You rolled your eyes at your best friend from across the room. Hermione sat a little way down the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall away from you, reading a book as she usually could be found, when none other than Viktor Krum sauntered in making sure to catch her eye as he sat at the Slytherin table.

Huffing indignantly as she turned a little red you shuffled closer to her along the bench. “What a creep.” You muttered, pressing your lips firmly together so that they went slightly numb from the pressure.

Hermione jumped a little and sat up straight in shock as she surveyed your face in confusion. “What?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes once more you inclined your head back to Viktor. “Him!” Your eyes went wide as you turned back to her and exclaimed; “He’s still staring!”

Hermione giggled slightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s been watching me study quite a bit, actually.” She confessed with a nervous chuckle causing you to scrunch up your face.

“He, what?” You asked, disgust coating your words and sticking in the back of your throat.

She nodded eagerly and after marking her page placed her book down before leaning in closer to you so that her warm breath fanned your face and made you dizzy. “Isn’t he great?” She asked and you had to shake your head and lean away. You would agree with anything she said if you stood too close.

Still shaking your head, you crossed your arms across your body and frowned. “Why?” You asked. “Because he’s a famous Quidditch player turned Triwizard Champion?”

She paused and looked around you to see him more clearly. “Well,” she started. “When you put it like that-”

“Hermione! He’s way too old for you!” You exclaimed loudly, causing many of the nearby people to stop and look at you in amusement as your face turned a shade of scarlet which perfectly matched the scarf abandoned to the side of you.

Ducking your head and allowing your hair to form a barrier around your face, you listened as Hermione sighed and leant forwards across the table, her head resting in her hands as she surveyed you. “He’s not that much older.” She defended weakly, causing you to raise your head and lift your eyebrows at her.

“Are you being serious?” You asked her, working to keep your tone to more of a level volume. “Hermione! The guy is four years older than you and he’s looking at you as if-”

She huffed loudly and rolled her eyes. “What?” She asked. “Four years isn’t that big an age gap.”

“It is when you’re fourteen and he is overage!” You exclaimed, wincing as you caught her frown. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and awkwardly rubbed your arm. “Look,” you said after a moment. “I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about something else, yeah? It’s not like it matters anyway…”

Hermione bit her lip and avoided your eye as you waited for her response. “Well, you see,” she began nervously, picking up a roll from the table and picking at it nervously. “Viktor asked me to go with him to the next Hogsmeade trip.”

Your mouth dropped open of its own accord. “He, what?!” You said, once again calling the unwanted attention of others to yourself but this time you didn’t care as much.

She nodded, a small smile taking over her face as she, obviously deep in thought, remembered the event. “He asked me to spend the trip with him. Said that he wanted to get to know me a little better.”

“And, what did you say?” You asked through thin lips.

Suddenly, the dream was gone and reality had returned as she became fearful of your response. “Yes,” she said. “As a matter of fact I told him that I would love to, and that’s the truth.”

You felt something spark deep within you, then. Like a match had been struck or a glass had been smashed. It was physically painful, jarring and you could hardly begin to comprehend the sudden feeling of loss which took root in your veins. So, instead, you nodded slowly and tried not to let your disappointment show.

“Why would you do that?!” You exploded, surprising yourself with your anger which you hadn’t anticipated. You winced as you saw her flinch across the table but continued nonetheless, unable to prevent your mouth opening of its own accord. “He’s using you!”

Hermione cocked an eyebrow at you and leant backwards, crossing her arms in front of her. “Oh, and you know this how?” She demanded, her lips pressed thinly together.

You huffed and your eyes flashed dangerously as you put a little more distance between the two of you, still uncertain where all your anger had come through. “Think about it! He could have any girl in this school if he wanted. He constantly has a crowd of them following him around as it is!” You waved your hand at them all, giggling around him like buffoons.

“And, what?” Hermione asked angrily, a hint of pain in her voice which had your anger receding as quickly as it had come. “I’m not good enough because I’m different?” Her face was calm but there was a quivering in her hands which alerted you to just how much you had, in fact, upset her.

Guilt flooded you like a dam which had burst and you shook your head to clear it of all anger. You opened your mouth to apologise but Hermione had already gotten up from the table.

“Wait,” you said but she continued without a backwards glance. “Hermione, wait!” You swore under your breath and jumped up from your spot, beginning to chase her down towards the doors of the Great Hall. “Hermione! Would you, just stop for a moment?”

“Stop following me!” She yelled back and continued to quickly walk down the stairs.

You rolled your eyes and jumped back into place beside her, making sure to dodge the people walking towards you who threatened to knock you over. Reaching forwards and grabbing her arm halfway down the staircase you panted to catch your breath back and signalled for her to wait a moment and allow you to explain.

“Hermione, I’m so sorry.” You eventually said, shaking your head backwards and forwards sub-consciously as you attempted to prevent the stray tear from leaking from the corner of your eye.

She wrenched her arm from your grip and took a step backwards, looking at you with such betrayed eyes that you wanted to fall to the floor and weep for her to forgive you. “Then why would you say it?” She asked.

You opened your mouth to reply but no sound came out, betraying you. Hermione gave you a look of disappointment before turning away and walking down the stairs and out of sight and this time, you let her go. Time seemed to freeze around you as you slid down to sitting on the stone, cold stair as your mind was lost to a deep train of thought.

‘Why did you say those things?’ What a good question. The truth was, the more you thought about the things you said the angrier you got with yourself and the more you loathed Viktor. There wasn’t a reason you could think of which validated your behaviour but every time you imagined the two of them together, the more you wanted to scream.

It sickened you, and after a while when you finally realised the reason, the more confused you felt.

You eventually dragged yourself up and walked to Potions where the class were still waiting outside, as, despite the amount of time you had spent thinking, you had left early to chase Hermione down. When you entered the corridor, your eyes immediately began to scan around for her curly locks of hair and you found her soon enough, closest to the door.

You sucked in a deep breath and prepared to walk over to her, enjoying to utter surprise in her expression when you did so.

“Can I please talk to you?” You asked quietly, voice muffled by the strain of your heart, the pain of realisation dragging you down.

Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing warily. Curtly, she gave a single nod and signalled for you to lead the way.

Once you felt as though you were a safe enough distance away from any wandering eyes or ears you turned to her with a pounding heart and began to explain. “I’m so sorry for everything I said.” You began, sincerity lacing your tone as you continued after glancing at her frozen, stoic expression. “In all honesty, I don’t quite know whether I even believe in half the things I said. I was just so angry-”

“But, why were you angry?!” Hermione demanded and you bit your lip and watched as the rest of the class entered the room.

“I-I don’t really know,” you mumbled after a moment, trying to keep the lie from being too obvious but failing epically.

Hermione cocked a single brow and gave you a withering look which had you crossing your arms before you self-consciously. “Really?” She deadpanned in a sarcastic tone.

You nodded weakly but continued talking after catching the near murderous expression on her face at not being told the truth. Sighing you leant back, “Hermione, look; it’s not important.” You pushed, attempting to persuade her to let the issue drop.

She huffed and filled the ever-growing space between you by stepping into it. “It obviously is important if it caused you to explode not half an hour ago.” She pointed out.

You gave up, hanging your head and shaking it sadly in exasperation. “What do you want me to say?” You pleaded.

She watched you coolly. “The truth.”

You sighed and raised your head, looking her dead in the eye. “You want to know the truth?” You asked, somewhat loudly. “The truth is, I am in love with you Hermione Jean Granger!” Your voice echoed off all the walls of the castle and you winced at Hermione’s lack of reaction, taking it as a sure sign of rejection, making you immediately regret your decision, to tell the truth. You sighed and began to back away from her, jumping as your back hit the wall. “I’m sorry.” You repeated as you tried to get away.

You turned away but before you could take two steps your wrist had been grabbed and this time it was you who was being forced to a stop. You whipped around only to have Hermione’s lips crashing against yours before you could completely comprehend what was happening. You froze momentarily, forgetting who and where you were as you thought only of what it was like to have the pressure of her lips against yours. They were both warm and smooth and they fitted against yours as if they were only ever meant to be there. Like she belonged.

Your lips began to move in sync with her’s, hands moving up so that one rested on her neck, fingers splaying across the edges of her face and the other moving around to the back of her neck to tangle in her long curls and pull her even closer. She gasped as her body was pushed against yours and you let out a small groan when her breath fanned your face. She pulled you even closer then and pushed your back so that you were pressed against the walls. You tilted your head backwards as she kissed a trail down your neck and your breaths began to increase in pace as she did so. A couple of times you had to prevent from pinching yourself because if this was a dream, then you never wanted to have to wake up ever again.

Just as her hand was moving around to grasp your bum in hand you were interrupted by an oily voice which had you springing apart slightly, faces burning with embarrassment.

“I hardly believe that the dungeon hallways are appropriate for such activities.” Snape’s unimpressed voice cuts through the silent sounds of your pants. “Putting extra-curricular activities before class I see, Miss Granger. 10 points from Gryffindor for utter indecency. Now, I suggest that the two of you get inside, now, unless you wish to spend tomorrow night in my company.”

Snape turned away and swept inside the doorway leaving the two of you out, alone.

“Shall we?” Hermione asked with a small smile, offering her outstretched hand to you.

You chuckled, taking her small hand within your own with a goofy smile on your face. “We shall.”

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