#v: the brightest witch of her age ( hogwarts )

[amicitxa]

"are you all right? where are you hurt?"  - ( Ron ) @chaotiicgoods​

    “I’m fine, I’m FINE!”

     Hermione groans as she glances up to meet Ron’s eyes, but quickly finds them pulled to where all her books are scattered on the floor of the common room now. She’s been meaning to take them back to the library, but maybe she shouldn’t have tried to take them all at once.

  Or used a spell.

     “What are you even doing here?” She then asks, reaching to gather the books. “Shouldn’t you be a practice?”

[femmeveined-a]

NEW MUSE ALERT!!!

Full Name: Minerva McGonagall Nickname: Professor McGonagall Age: early-mid seventies, with other ages in other verses Zodiac: Libra MBTI: ESTJ Traits: Witty, brave, fiercely protective, intelligent, warm-hearted, stern, serious, judgmental

Tl;dr Bio: The first of three children between a Presbyterian minister and a witch, Minerva grew up very attached to her father, despite inheriting her mother’s powers. Went on to be Head Girl and a Prefect at Hogwarts, and briefly joined the Ministry of Magic before filling the position of Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.

personals do not reblog

[fablewoven]

//Like for an AU!Hermione starter. Her bio is here.

[malfoydormiensnunquamtitillandus]

Granger’s Sister part I (reader x Draco Malfoy)

                           part II | part III | part IV | part V | part VI | part VII

Not Requested: A few people at Hogwarts knew about Hermione’s family in the Muggle World. Even fewer knew about her older sister. A complete muggle, you kept silent and lived as a muggle with your family until Hermione asked you to go visit her at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and  Wizardry.

The wind was blowing through your hair, making it flutter madly, bursting out like flames from under the helmet. It was fortunately not long enough to be getting into your mouth. Unfortunately, Hagrid's was. You tried fighting it for a while, at first, but forfeited in the end.

 Had someone told you before that in a few hours you would be sitting in the back of a flying motorcycle, flying towards a magic school, you would have laughed and punched them in the face for taking the piss out of you. But there you were... being driven by a giant and you were clearly not dreaming, because all of that hair felt too damn real.

"Half-giant, actually. My ol' dad was a normal guy – by the age o' 6, I could pick'im up an' hang'im in the coat hanger. Oh, how he'd laugh when I did that." You smiled. Hagrid seemed like one of the kindest of people you had ever met. The embodiment of a gentle giant. Oups, half-giant. He had told you all about Hogwarts and how great Dumbledore was and you couldn't see his eyes, but judging by the tone of his voice, they were certainly glowing. He told you about the Dark Forest and the Black Lake and all the creatures that lurked about the school grounds and the mere thought of some of them made your skin crawl.

Oh, also, Werewolves were an actual thing. How crazy was that?!

"Well, I should have gone first, because nothing about my life can top that. I mean, my parents are dentists, I'm going to graduate soon..." You laughed. "And my sister a witch." He turned to you and smiled.

"Hermione, y'know... she's abou' the brightest witch of her generation." There was obvious admiration and affection in his voice and your heart warmed up a bit at his words. You had always been mad-proud of Herminie - even before you found out she was a witch.

"She has always been the best in everything she did - such a perfectionist. She has this incredible memory and I admire her so much for how motivated she is. It looks like she inherited all the motivation of our family and I... despite having been born first... was left with nothing." You sighed and Hagrid's face became a bit stiff – he was clearly not good at comforting people. "I mean... nothing except the good looks." You laughed, giving him a sly wink. Hagrid laughed at your cheek and patted your shoulder. "Wow, wow, hands on the steering wheel, please." You were already a tad envious on your sister.

It was not long after, that you caught a glimpse of a tower poking up from the clouds and then, bit by bit, Hogwarts began to unfold in front of your eyes. You were mesmerized. You had never seen anything as majestic. The grounds of the castle were swarming with black-dressed students, walking hurriedly towards class and every bit of the campus exuded magic. You fit like a fish in the middle of a forest. Hagrid must have noticed you holding your breath, or the sparkle in your eyes because soon, his voice pierced through the swooshing sound of the wind – that was blowing slower by the minute. You were getting close to landing.

"Beautiful, ain' it?" You nodded slowly, mouth agape, too overwhelmed to articulate a verbal answer. "Hold on tight, we're landing." You tried to wrap your arms around him as much as possible and closed your eyes, hanging onto his coat tightly. With a thud that made your stomach jump up into your chest, followed by various moaning sounds coming from the motorcycle, you had finally arrived. You jumped off the bike and spun around, taking everything in.

"Careful! Don't get too close to the Whomping Willow." Hagrid warned, pulling you by the collar of your denim jacket as if you were a mere puppy.

"Wow, Hagrid... this is beyond imagination. And they were worried that I would talk about this in the muggle world?! No one would be able to even begin to imagine such beauty." You held your breath the entire way to Hagrid's hut, where you were to leave your luggage - that Hagrid was carrying for you.

"Ye' remind me of yer sister the first time she got'ere." Hagrid replied with a smile that felt somewhat nostalgic. "I remember it like it was yesterday." You smiled back and patted his arm. Your sister only had 1 or 2 years left at Hogwarts and you could understand by her letters that her friends and her were very close to Hagrid.

"Don't get yourself down by thinking too far into the future, Hagrid." You smiled encouragingly. "You know, living in the future can be as destructive as living in the past. Just enjoy the moment while it lasts." Your eyes fell upon a rustic looking hut, right by the edge of the forest you'd just flown above. Hagrid extended a hand, presenting the hut humbly. "It is absolutely lovely, Hagrid. It's just as magical as the castle – fits these grounds like a glove."

"Why thank yeh'!" By the redness of his cheeks, you could tell that it meant a whole deal to him. You complimented his humongous pumpkins and unique home décor and played a bit with Fang before he egged you on to explore a bit of the castle's ground. "The forest's out of boundaries, eh?" You nodded excitedly.

"You may not believe me, but gigantic spiders and werewolves are not something I'm dreaming to meet here." You answered and made your way, running up the hill right towards the castle. "Dumbledore will find ye' when the time's right!" Hagrid yelled from the hut's door and you waved in response.

  Oh, how you wished you got to live there too... you finally understood why Hermione always spoke of the place as if it was out of this world. For all you knew, it actually was. You walked around the castle for a bit, until you found your way inside an interior garden, where you finally sat on a bench to catch your breath. If you breathed enough of the magic air, you hoped you'd suddenly turn magical too and you got to stay. The life you'd have left behind was nothing worth pondering upon – you'd have given it in for that any second.

"Are you lost?" A voice interrupted you, just as you were about to summon the devil and sell your soul if he let you stay. Instead, you turned around and your eyes fell upon the figure of a tall, blonde-haired boy, watching you with a pair of magnificent grey eyes. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes travelling up and down, before you finally spoke.

"Hi." You smirked. "I wasn't lost before you showed up. Now I'm lost into your eyes." Your smile widened at the cheekiness of your dumb pick up line – wait, did they have them in the wizard world too? Judging by his lost, confused look and red cheeks, you supposed not. "I mean, I have no clue where I am, but I have no particular place to be, so I guess that I can't really get lost." You added, making the boy frown thoughtfully, his cheeks still flushed

"You are not a student at this school." He explained, making his previous question clearer.

"Ah, great sense of observation... so those gorgeous eyes are not only for show." He smiled and looked away, biting his lip and making you escape a laugh. He really was handsome, now that you had gotten a better look at him. The damn school just kept getting better and better. "I am visiting." You finally gave him a serious answer.

"Visiting?" He asked, now more confused than ever and his attention was all yours once more.

"Visiting." You emphasized as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. You were, indeed, easy to spot. You wore a white, summery dress that contrasted the oversized denim jacket and platform leather boots. Your long, dark hair was loose and had some nice waves in it and you had made yourself a daisy headband while you sat by the lake earlier.

"I didn't know that casual visits were allowed here."

"Neither did I, but Dumbledore agreed to it and here I am. And here you are... thank you Lord." You smiled and finally stood from the bench. You made your way towards him confidently and stopped one foot away from him, reaching your hand in front of you and introducing yourself - by your name only. "Hm, you are not a Gryffindor." You hummed and he blushed slightly as you ran your fingers over the embroidered snake on his robe.

"Oh, Salazar no..." He exclaimed in disgust, rolling his eyes despitefully. "Slytherin." He declared proudly, picking your interest. He could be cocky, you liked that... in the right amount.

"Hm... don't mind if I do slither in." You narrowed the distance between the two of you and pulled open his robe, wrapping it around both of you. "It's chilly here." Your bodies were now touching, your faces only inches apart as you looked up at him, smiling devilishly. You had no idea when you'd gotten that bold, but you were only going to be there for a short time and you were never going to see him again, so you had nothing to lose.

"You can have it." He said, sliding out of the robe and stepping away from you, leaving you behind wide-eyed.

"Oh, I don't mind sharing, c'mon." You laughed and invited him back, sliding your hands into the sleeves and opening up the robe.

"I'm fine, I was actually hot anyways." He replied almost immediately, taking a step back. You smirked and bit your lip.

"If you ask me, you still are." You winked as his face became inhumanly red.

"C-class is starting, I must go." He excused himself and left you there speechless, but smiling to yourself.

***

"Cute." You thought watching him leave. "He's hot, what was he so shy about? Maybe I came on too strong." You pondered, pulling his robe closer to you. It smelled incredible and you were a sucker for a man that smelled good. "Damn, he never told me his name." It was not often that you went straight for a guy like that, but your time there was short and it was not often that you met someone who struck you in the way that he had done.

"Sister?" A familiar voice called from the doorstep and you raised your eyes to meet Hermione's.

"Herminie!" You exclaimed excitedly, meeting her halfway and hugging her tightly. Your little sister was the apple of your eye. You loved her dearly, for she was so worthy of all the love in the universe, so she more-than-deserved yours.

"Ugh, still calling me that?" She hissed through gritted teeth.

"Always." You answered kissing her head.

"How was your trip?" Her hand slipped under your arm and pulled you towards the castle.

"Right now, even taking a piss would feel exciting, so how do you think flying in a motorcycle felt?!" You exclaimed looking at her with sparkly eyes. "I still fear that I might be in a coma and imagining everything, but I still have some of Hagrid's hair on my clothes, so I guess it's real." Hermione laughed, leaning on your shoulder. "The thing that saves me is knowing that my dry brain could never come up with something this incredible."

"You smell... wait, thinking of it, where'd you get a robe from?" She asked analyzing you carefully. "And a Slytherin one to top it off. Ugh." She jeered.

"It was a welcome gift." You smiled innocently, but Hermione still knew you too well.

"Did you steal it?" Her eyes were burning holes into your soul and you burst out laughing.

"What an awful accusation. I was actually telling the truth." You answered trying to feign offended, but she knew you like the palm of her hand.

"Making someone give it to you is not receiving a present..." Hermione laughed and picked up her pace.

"Wow..." An unknown voice broke the sound of your steps as your eyes fell on a group of guys. For a second there, looking on the right, you feared that your brain might have been overheated, because you were suddenly seeing double.

"Sister, these are, in order from left to right: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Ron's twin brothers, Fred and George." You looked at everyone, trying your best to remember their names... then, overwhelmed by the mass of people, trying hard to remember your own. "Everyone, this is my sister." You waved and you swore that half of those guys were drooling. You weren't some supernatural beauty, but you guessed you did stand out a bit.

"Oh, what is it? Is it a secret meeting of the 'worst things that ever happened to Hogwarts'?" A weirdly familiar voice rang from behind you right as Hermione arranged the robe's hood on your head. "And look... naturally, Granger's the head of it." Your head shot up when you heard your name, but then looked at Hermione to see that she was now shaking slightly.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron spat angrily. You instantly liked him.

"Uhhh, or else? Did they make poorness contagious now?" The other guy answered, making Ron turn almost as red as his hair.

"Just go away, Malfoy." Hermione spoke, her voice shaking a bit.

"Don't tell me what to do, you filthy mud-blood." Hermione turned towards you, embarrassed, trying to keep her composure, but you noticed that she was getting teary eyed. That was when you'd had it - what was a mud-blood anyways?

"Who in the bloody hell do you think you are, you piece of..." Your words got stuck in your throat when you turned around and your eyes met those of the guy from earlier. Your eyebrows shot up incredulously and a wide, mean grin appeared on your face. The little sheep was a bully?! By the look of it, he was choking on his words as well, because he was speechless again.

You would have been amused by the irony of the situation, if you didn't remember that he had just insulted your sister.

"Wait... you seem familiar. Have we met before or do you just look like my next boyfriend?" You spoke loudly, making everyone look at the both of you dumbfounded. Hermione's eyes widened when she figured that it was his robe that you were wearing. "Did you come looking for me?" You flirted, walking closer to him.

"N-no." He stuttered, making your eyes turn a bit meaner.

"Changed your mind about sharing the robe?" You inquired, walking closer to him and opening up the robe. He shook his head in response, making you bite your lip. "Oh... cat's got your tongue?" You were, once more, inches away from his face, your fingers tracing his smooth, ivory skin.

"K-keep it. I'll-I'll just buy new ones." He forced an answer, trying not to look as intimidated as he was in front of the others.

"Thank you, love." You replied getting closer and brushing your lips against his cheek before placing a soft kiss on it. A second later, the same fingers that had caressed his skin were now clenched tightly around his jaw, your long, red nails pressing down into his skin. "Listen, boy toy. As cute as you might be, don't you dare bother my Hermione again." You hissed angrily, looking straight into his eyes.

"Or-or else?" He stuttered, despite trying to push back. You laughed and let go of his face.

"Listen, puppet. You don't know half the things I'd to for her, so don't push me. Alright?" You smiled as you pulled his head down and pushing it back up into a nod. "Good boy."

"Don't touch me." He snapped, pulling his wand out.

"Babe, take that thing out of my face before I shove it up your ass." You growled grabbing his wand wand pulling him closer to you. "Just go." You whispered, leaning towards him, your lips millimeters apart and blowing him a kiss. You let go and walked back towards Hermione, putting your arm around her neck and hugging her, leaving a dumbstruck Draco behind. "Bye love, see you around!" You yelled looking back at him and winking.

[break-danser-en-enfer]

Not So Blissful Oblivion

It was Harry’s last year at Hogwarts, and everyone has been wondering what he would be doing next.

Harry Potter, the Star Auror.

Harry the Healing Savior

Harry the Potter.

It was getting ridiculous really.

All he wanted to do after everything was maybe skive off of the grid and live his life like a hermit. (Maybe with a certain blonde involved but. That was wishful thinking he was sure.) And was that too much to ask? Not if you ask Harry.

Hermione says he ought not keep his feelings at bay, that it will lead to depression or something equally psychological. Honestly Mione, as if he wasn’t insane enough already. What’s one more drop to the ocean, eh?

And before he knew it, her worries had taken the most lethal form. A Mission. Apparently being subjected to the horrors of Skeeter’s writing on a daily basis, having to use his cloak to go to classes or you know DYING, wasn’t enough, Oh no, the world decided that Harry James Potter is the perfect subject for Hermione Jean Granger’s New and Exciting Mission.

He heard about it from Dean, who heard Parvati and Lavender giggling about it, who had heard it from Luna, who- well you get the drift.

G.H.A.S.M. Or rather Get Harry A Soul Mate, was the latest project of the brightest witch of his age. G.H.A.S.M Ha! More like GHASTLY.

The most embarrassing thing is (which, honestly, he has been subjected to so many of them that saying this was something) that she was not being subtle about it either. She had made him fill out a form. Really. Wherein he was to choose whether he preferred blondes or brunettes or gingers or ughhhh. It was just so frustrating! As if people weren’t aware of his embarrassing thing for blondes.

And now as he moved towards the Room of Requirement he felt a sort of heaviness settle on his shoulders. Oh wait. That was his cloak. Or maybe his weariness. He did not even know one from other. It was such a constant weight really.

There was a long line in front of the room. Students from 5th year and above, were queuing and chatting. All excitable little things. Girls, boys and everyone in between. All of them with shining eyes and breathless smiles. Ha. If only they knew what awaited them. If only they knew how ruthless Mione really was. If only.

He moves inside the room, avoiding touching anyone or anything. But well, even the Savior can’t resist elbowing Anthony Goldstein.

The yelp of indignation that echoes makes him grin. But it’s only fleeting. He is not a fool after all.

And there she is. Sitting on a chair as if it was a throne. All she needs is a crown to enhance the look of royalty.

There are stacks of paper in front of her. An ink bottle, some quills and some muggle pens. A white board rests on a tripod behind her. Harry can see it peeking through her hair. Markers are already working their way through something on it. Harry has never felt dread this acutely.

He pulls off his cloak in a motion and-

“Hullo Potter. I must say, I expected you to be here earlier.”

And there, standing in all his glory is none other then Blaise Zabini. You see, him and Mione had struck up an odd and well, terrifying friendship. Terrifying for anyone who crosses their paths. Obviously.

“I told you so. My galleons, Zabini.” Hermione had a hand outstretched, but her eyes were trained on the paper. Her hair messier than they should be and wait a minute- that’s-is that a hickey on her neck?!- No he Will Not think about it. Just. No.

“Mione. Blaise.” He tried. He really did. But his voice still ended up coming strangled.

“Harry. Come sit. We have a long list to go through.” Hermione finally looks up to address him.

“Yes Potter. Do sit. I’m sure you’ve seen the line of admirers waiting on you.” And really, what Harry wouldn’t do to wash that smirk off of Zabini’s face.

“Mione, you know this is really not necessa-”

“Hold it right there Harry Potter. I will not, absolutely NOT sit here and see you- dwindle like an idiot with your feelings. I refuse to let this be a repeat of sixth year. I refuse!” Okay, he did not expect Hermione to seethe over this, but on retrospect maybe he should have seen this coming. She has been working on G.H.A.S.M for months now. He had known how even breathing the wrong way when it was mentioned was Forbidden. And yet he had gone ahead and done it. And wait, sixth year? What about-

“Right. Calm down there Granger. And Potter, do us all a favour and shut that shit hole of a mouth.”

“Mione I-”

“Mate! There you are. I’ve been looking all around the castle for you and- whoa which storm struck here?”

“Weasley. Tactile and you never really go together, yes?”

“And Zabini is here too. Great way of making me feel involved guys. Really.”

“Ron. Honestly. If you’d have found time to look up from Blaise’s arse maybe you’d have heard me the six hundred and sixty-sixth time when I was detailing how we are going to go about The Auditions.” Hermione bites back a sigh looks towards the Heavens for some help. Or patience. Definitely patience.

Ron looks at her betrayed. Hand on his heart and eyes wide.

“Mione. Out of everyone I did NOT expect you to be the one who would do me wrong. You’re not supposed to out your friend when they’re checking someone hot out. That’s basically bro code 101!”

“Sure, sure. Now that we are all here, Harry, I want you to go through this-”

“STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING YOU FILTHY TRAITORS.”

“Draco…?” Ron inquires to the poor door.

“Ah finally.” Mutters Zabini to his- and wait a minute- where did he get a bloody peacock feather from?!

“Precisely on time.” Hermione is the only one who looks, for some twisted reason happy.

“Honestly Potter, you should get your eyes checked just to be sure if you can even see at all or not. I’m voting for the latter-”

“What did I do now?”

“And Granger- you do this, after I specifically told you NOT to pull a stunt- and don’t even talk to me Blaise. I refuse to know you-”

Ron peeks out of the door that Draco had banged open, trying to see a way out. Harry would follow him faithfully.

“Wait a minute. Where did the people go?” Asks a confused and innocent Ron, who probably has a death wish. Harry can only pay his sympathies.

Draco narrows his eyes as he turns to Weasely. “I told them to bugger off. Is that a problem Weasely?” And honestly, even if it was, Ron wouldn’t have the nerve to say it when he was being rewarded by the Draco Malfoy Look of Wrath. Gryffindor or not.

“I… No. Absolutely not. I mean why would I of all people-”

“Then shut you gob-hole. And Potter, you come here. I swear to God I will hex you today. 7 years. Seven years I’ve been dropping hints but Salazar no, you would not be Harry Potter if you took hints of all things. Ha. What a wild concept.” He sniffs and wait…are those tears? No, this can not happen. This- Harry’s pretty sure this was not in the Manual to the Malfoy’s.

“Draco are you- wait a minute- seven years?? Hints? What in Godric’s name are you on about?”

“See?! You wouldn’t know a confession if it bit you in the arse! Ugh Potter must I spell it out? Okay you know what, don’t bother. I will. I D-R-A-C-O M-A-L-F-O-Y A-M I-R-R-E-V-O-C-A-B-L-Y , U-N-N-E-C-E-S-S-A-R-I-L-Y A-N-D A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G-L-Y I-N L-O-V-E W-I-T-H T-H-E P-R-A-T W-H-O L-I-V-E-D. THERE!” By the time he reaches the end Draco is huffing madly with a maniac look in his eyes and hold it right there- did he- did he just-

“Wait a minute-”

Collective groaning can be heard from the Room of Requirement. 2 minutes later, Hermione Granger, dragging with her Ron Weasely and his rumoured boyfriend, Blaise Zabini can be seen exiting the hell hole. And is that Draco Malfoy with his hands on the Savior ’s cheek? And wait a minute-!

[craft-rose]

Hi...did you know that RM sorted BTS into Hogwarts houses? GRIFFINDOR : RM, JN ; HUFFLEPUFF : JH , V ; RAVENCLAW : JK; SLYTHERIN : JM , SG. Even RM thinks that SG belongs to Slytherin. A fan had asked this question in the fansign .

Nice! I agree with his choices. I feel like most people would place Namjoon in Ravenclaw because he’s smart, but! let’s not forget the brightest witch of her age, Hermione Granger, was also sorted into Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw. And Jungkook being the perfectionist he is, TOTAL Ravenclaw! 

The only choice that surprises me at all is Jimin. I would think he’s Gryffindor, but I guess there’s a thin line between Slytherin and Gryffindor to begin with. 

As a fellow Slytherin, I am very much pleased. Yes. 

[thegoodrph]

favorite things ever series (w/ @activisthelps) [3/?]:

name:

hermione jean granger

what are they like?:

the brightest witch of her age and a kind friend, hermione is a muggle-born witch studying at hogwarts! she’s a member of the most heroic trio in their universe and is constantly saving the day.

their show:

the harry potter franchise

why I love them?:

the power this woman has over the future of her world and her loved ones is absolutely incredible! she handles herself with grace, dignity, respect, and intellect. she makes my soul v v happy.

[amicitxa]

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself - ( Ron ) @chaotiicgoods​

    She doesn’t expect to feel Ron’s hand in hers, their fingers intertwining, but it’s strangely GROUNDING. The things that have been happening, both to wizards and muggles, are terrifying, and even though she knows that they have to be the ones to do something about it, she can’t quite keep it all together.

   She’s smart. They’re all smart in their own way, and yet this feels bigger than any of them. Bigger than even Dumbledore and the Ministry. Hermione takes a deep breath as she squeezes the other’s hand eventually.

   “Thank you.” She then mutters quietly, “Tell me something nice? PLEASE?”

[amicitxa]

❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜ - ( Ron ) @chaotiicgoods​

        “I don’t need a HUG, Ronald, I need to finish this essay.” Hermione huffed, putting down the quill for just a moment, eyes darting over to look at him. “Have you even STARTED?”

[amicitxa]

“That looks broken.” | this is inkfated

    assorted injuries meme

         “Yeah.”

   Hermione had tilted her head to the side, face scrunched up just a little bit. She had seen quite a few injuries in their time, and Ron was no stranger to being injured, but his arm was definitely BROKEN, and he was definitely unconscious after being knocked off the broom during Quidditch practice.

   “I am glad he’s not awake to notice, because I feel like that scream would be heard across the GROUNDS.” Bending down to check that he was otherwise alright, Hermione eventually glanced back at Harry. The others on the team had gone off to get Madame Pomfrey, since the practice had been unsupervised, and just been a way of trying to prepare even more for the match against Slytherin.

        “How did that even HAPPEN?”

[amicitxa]

‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [6] | from Harry

spots to kiss.

6. a kiss on the cheek

She didn’t mean to BLUSH, it mainly happened because the kiss wasn’t something she had EXPECTED.  She had come across the scarf and instantly thought about Harry, so naturally Hermione had bought it as a gift. Of course she was aware that he could have bought it himself, but that was what friends were for, right? You occasionally bought each other gifts, especially if they reminded you of said friend.

“It was nothing, really. I thought it would SUIT you,” She then muttered.

[amicitxa]

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞ (with Luna)

Physical Contact Starters

     A small smile crossed Hermione’s lips as she glanced down at the other, nodding ever so slightly. “Of course,” It was relaxing almost, a book in one hand and the other busy with combing through Luna’s hair.

    She knew she loved it whenever someone played with her hair, so she was going to give the other girl the same feeling. “How’s your charms essay coming along? Did you already finish it?”

[amicitxa]

‘why don’t you join in on the fun?’

a meme i cannot find anymore

               Glancing up from the BOOK she had been reading, Hermione found one of her eyebrows raising as she looked in his direction. “I have the slight feeling,” She then began, “That YOU and I have very DIFFERENT idea of what the word fun means,”

[amicitxa]

❛ Where are you going? ❜ / Professor Reid patrolling the hallways maybe

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

       Almost startled by his words, not because she was doing something WRONG, but mainly because she hadn´t been paying attention to anything but the book in her hands, Hermione jumped about a foot in the air, before glancing at him. 

     “Oh, Professor Reid.” She eventually managed, holding up the book. “The library. I´ve been meaning to take this back and get a new one. It didn´t contain all the information I NEED for my Charms essay.”

[amicitxa]

@ascendiiio gets a starter

        Hermione was annoyed. Mildly. 

   Well. Maybe a little more than that. Ronald Weasley was an IDIOT and there was no way around it. She wasn´t even sure why she still gave him the time of day. He was clearly busy with his new girlfriend and she couldn´t quite remember the last time the three of them, that being Harry, Ron and her, had just sat together and talked. Apparently SNOGGING was more important than friendship. 

   Hermione rolled her eyes as she pushed open the door to Weasley´s Wizard Wheezes and stepped inside. It didn´t take long for her to spot one of the owners.

   “You don´t, by any chance, have something to turn your brother´s face...let´s say...PURPLE?”

[amicitxa]

“ don’t think i didn’t notice ”

pvris/white noise album prompts 

     Hermione, having wiped her EYES with the back of her hand for what felt like the billionth time, barely managed to make it out of the bathroom stall before hearing someone calling her out.

      She´d already thought herself LUCKY because Myrtle wasn´t around to annoy her. Hermione did feel sorry for the other girl every now and then, but she really didn´t need anyone watching her cry.

        “Uh.”

      She frowned slightly as she made her way over to the sink. “SORRY. I didn´t think anyone was around,”