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Hello Spider

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Spider-Man Earth-1048

Warning: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

August

Hermione Granger sighed softly as she typed away on her laptop on the seventh floor of The Daily Bugle. She could hear Jameson screaming at one of his interns about how much property damage Spider-Woman caused in her fight with Vulture a few months ago. His podcast seemed to always be one somewhere in the building...

At least he wasn't spiraling about the new Spider-Man that she has been seen swinging with around the city. Hermione thought Jameson was going to send himself into the ER when it was announced that she had a protégé.

Hermione slowly stood up and collected her wallet, eagerly ready to go on her lunch break to Joe's Pizza Cellar across the street. She only took one step when a muffled explosion came from somewhere within the city.

Everyone around her seemed to look up and turn their heads towards the windows, when her eyes flickered towards them as well, a loud yell rang outa car suddenly flew past the windows.

"I HATE CHASE OF GOOSE"

Hermione threw down her wallet and grabbed her notepad, running up to the window as a familiar set of feet ran across the building.

"Aw come on Aleksei! At least look both ways before crossing the street!"

She soon sprang off the wall, while Spider-Man swung behind her. Hermione watched in awe as they chased after Rhino, writing down her quip before tuning towards the elevators.

Her coworkers began to crowd around the windows as they watched the carnage that was being left behind by the Villains run through New York.

Hermione soon found herself outside, running down the street to where a full-blown fight was taking place. Spider-Woman dodged the bigger man's punches as Spider-Man kept any civilians out of harm's way.

"Really Aleksei, I don't know why you try to punch me anymore. You know I can just-"

Spider-Woman was cut off when Rhino grabbed a light pole that had been ripped from the ground previously and whacked her with it.

She went flying through a department store window, to which Spider-Man immediately kept the villain distracted while the other got her bearings.

Hermione quickly slipped into the store, bumping into scared customers and staff as they ran out of the building. Her eyes land on the iconic red, black, and blue costume. A soft groan escaped the superhero as she pulled herself back onto her feet, shaking her head slightly as a way to get rid of the dizziness.

"I really need to quit jinxing myself" she coughed out.

"Spider-Woman?" Hermione calls out as loud yells and quips from the two outside continue. The hero quickly looked up and the eyes on her mask widened, seeming surprised to see her.

"WHERE IS FEMALE SPIDER" Rinho's voice boomed as Spider-Man flew past the shattered window, the loud crunch of metal and a car alarm blaring made it obvious what he had landed against.

"Stay here," Spider-Woman says as she jumps out of the store through the broken window and runs toward the belligerent man.

Hermione couldn't help but stare in awe, even amid everything going on. So, once again, she followed out onto the street.

Spider-Woman jumped and swung around the barbarian like it was nothing. Spider-Man zipped back into the fight and ducked between Rhino's legs as the other hero punched him in the jaw.

The young journalist knew this was idiotic to do, basically sitting on the sidelines as full-blown armageddon was in front of her.

Rhino swatted Spider-Man away, sending him halfway down the street as Spider-Woman jumped into the air and webbed a manhole in between her and Aleksei.

Yanking it up into the air, she soon slammed it against his head, causing the giant to stumble backward.

Right towards Hermione.

Her eyes widened as she tried to move out of the way, but the guy was falling too quickly. Spider-Woman webbed the arm of Hermione and yanked her up towards her.

The journalist yelled out in surprise as she was pulled into the hero's arms and taken to safety on top of the building behind them.

When Hermione's feet touched a solid surface, she instantly looked up to find the mask of the hero every kid loves.

"You were a troublemaker in school, weren't you?" Spider-Women chuckles in a fake voice as she removes her arm from around the journalist's waist and steps back toward the edge, watching Spider-Man web down Rhino. The bigger man's suit was sparking and in obvious need of repairs, while the two heroes only needed new stitches in their suits.

"Spider-Man, are you good?" she yells down, and he gives two thumbs up in return, before jumping slightly as Rhino yells angrily at them.

Hermione watched in awe as Spider-Woman turned back to her and cocked her head slightly to the side. A gesture that finally made the Brit find her voice.

"Can I...Can I have an interview?" Hermione asks and the hero chuckles softly, sitting down on the edge of the rooftop.

"Alright, you have a minute before the police get here" she responds, causing Hermione to widen her eyes and quickly pull out her pen and notepad.

This was a chance of a lifetime, and she damn sure wasn't going to waste it.

"Uh, why did you decide to do this? More specifically, why did you become a hero?" she asks as she eagerly hovers her pen over the empty page of her notepad.

"Well, the world could always use more heroes" Spider-Women replies as she picks up a small crushed can from the roof, and looks back over the edge, throwing it easily into the trashcan down below.

"That's it? Not the fame, money, or adoring fans?" Hermione asked as she scribbled down the responses and questions. Spider-Woman chuckled and shrugs.

"I think IronMan makes enough money for all of us heroes, and fame or fans? You've seen how the news changes their opinion on me, as do the people of New York" she says simply as she hears the sirens starting to get closer. Hermione looks to her right, seeing a part of the street a bit farther away.

"Don't get me wrong, I love all the citizens, but sometimes it does feel like a punch to the arm" Spider-Woman chuckles softly as she stands up from the edge of the roof and stands in front of the journalist. Hermione stops writing and looks at the hero with a shy smile.

"Well, if it's worth anything, I'm one of your biggest fans," she says, making the woman chuckle again and probably smile underneath that mask. Hermione couldn't really tell.

"Time to go!" Spider-Man calls out as he swings past the building just as the boys in blue turn down the street. Spider-Woman took a step back onto the ledge and looked back at Hermione.

"It's an honor to have you as a fan, Ms.Granger," she says as they stare at one another for a moment. Then Hermione realized something.

"Hey, wait-" she starts, but Spider-Woman quickly jumps off and begins to swing away. Hermione ran up to the edge and watched as she followed after her protégé.

"I never told you my name!" Hermione yells out, but it is no use, she is already too far to hear her. The journalist huffed out a soft laugh as she stepped back from the edge and looked down at her notes.

Now she needed to get down from atop this building.

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When Hermione stepped back onto the seventh floor of The Daily Bugle, everyone still didn't pay her any mind as she made her way back to her desk. As soon as she sat down, someone leaned against it.

"Where have you been?"

Hermione looks up to find Y/n Y/l/n,  the only photographer who has been able to get clear photos of Spider-Woman & Man. She was also a very good friend.

"You won't believe who I got an exclusive interview with!" Hermione says excitedly as Y/n rolls over an office chair and sits on it backward. Her arms lay on top of the backrest, her chin resting on her forearms.

"Who?" She asks with a smile as Hermione hands her the notepad, watching as the photographer reads the questions and answers.

Y/n couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she handed back the notepad to Hermione. The two girls had been talking for a while about a front-page story she had been told would be hers if she got an interview with the superhuman. Y/n couldn't resist teasing her about the joy on her face.

"Finally got attention from your favorite hero?" Y/n asked playfully, referring to the piece that Hermione had been working on for the past few weeks about Spider-Women.

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She turned on her desktop, and with practiced ease, logged in to her account. Y/n watched as Hermione's fingers danced across the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen, completely immersed in her work.

"She is one of the reasons I moved here! I want to be the only journalist on the amazing Spider-Woman" Hermione admits, even having a small flush on her face. It obviously wasn't one of the main reasons, but it was a very good perk.

"You know...I do have connections to her. Maybe I could-" Y/n was cut off when Hermione grabbed the office chair and pulled her closer. Their faces were inches away.

"Can you get me another interview?" She asks quietly as they stare deeply into each other's eyes, Y/n's face growing hot at the proximity.

"I...well...yes!" She stumbles over her words as the smile on Hermione's face grows. She suddenly pulled away and opened her document application on her desktop.

Y/n watched as the woman's face lit up with childlike excitement, her eyes widening and a smile spreading across her lips.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

"Oh, this will be remarkable," she added, her tone laced with anticipation. Y/n sat up straight, feeling a sense of responsibility to carefully choose her next words.

"I'll see what I can do, but honestly, she might seek you out first," she says with a small smirk as their eyes meet again, a glint was in Hermione's eyes, something Y/n couldn't place.

"Seek me out? What do you mean?" Hermione asks as her eyes follow Y/n, who slowly stands up from the chair and pushes it back to where she got it.

Y/n gave a small smile in response and turned around to walk back to her desk, leaving Hermione to watch her go. As she walked, a glint of mischief shone in her eye, hinting at a playful side to her personality.

Hermione had seen this look before, though, and knew that Y/n had a way of doing things that was uniquely her own. It was just one of the many things that made her such an intriguing person to be around.

She began to smile as well.

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Later That Night

Hermione dragged her feet wearily up the narrow staircase, her arms laden with a heavy bag of fragrant Chinese food takeout. The pungent aroma of soy sauce, ginger, and garlic wafted up to her nose, making her mouth water in anticipation.

As she climbed higher and higher, each step felt like a Herculean effort, and she had to pause several times to catch her breath. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she reached the fifth-floor landing and emerged from the dimly lit stairwell, squinting in the bright light of the hallway. The door to her apartment was only a few steps away, but it felt like a mile.

As she reached the front door of her apartment, she let out a gentle sigh and rummaged through her bag to find the keys. Once she found them, she inserted the key into the lock and turned it, hearing the familiar click.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, feeling the cool air conditioning hit her face. Something about the atmosphere felt different than usual. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but an inexplicable unease crept up on her. Despite this, she took off her shoes and walked further into the house, trying to shake off the feeling.

As she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. That's when she finally noticed her living room light was on, casting a warm glow on the walls.

But as she peered into the room, her heart stopped. Someone was sitting on her couch, their figure illuminated by the light. Panic set in as she tried to make out the person's identity, but then she recognized the mask immediately. Relief washed over her as she realized that there was nothing to fear.

"So, you break into homes? That doesn't seem very friendly" Hermione says with a smirk, causing Spider-Woman to jump up to her feet and turn towards her. Apparently, she had snuck up on the hero.

As Hermione approached her, she could sense a slight hesitation in Spider-Woman's demeanor. However, she quickly composed herself and greeted her.

"Oh, hi!" she said, her fake voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"Uh, I don't usually do this...well, yes, I do. But for good reason!" She paused for a moment, placing her hands on her hips as if to steady herself. Her head darted around nervously before settling back on Hermione.

"You know, you should really be locking your windows, just in case wall-climbing...robbers become a prevalent issue," Spider-Woman suggests, her tone faltering slightly as she realizes the irony in her statement.

Hermione chuckled softly and placed her food on the small table behind the couch, watching as the hero seemed tense. This must have been a spontaneous decision.

"Anyways, I wanted to give you a better interview, since you had been willing to risk being crushed by a two-ton man to just speak with me" she continues with an awkward chuckle as she put her hands behind her back and laced her fingers together.

Hermione, with a gentle smile on her face, slowly walks around the couch with her fingers trailing along the armrest. As she makes her way towards the masked superhero, she speaks up.

"You must be feeling quite important. After all, you are the one who essentially controls the content of the front page of The Daily Bugle," she says as her eyes meet the mask, and she stands before her, waiting for her response.

"Owner? That's a little...overstated" Spider-Women replies as she steps back slightly as Hermione gets closer.

"Exaggerated? I don't think so, you have been on the front page more than Mayor Osborn" Hermione hums, her eyelids were low as she held a soft gaze with the eyes of the mask. Spider-Woman felt her fake voice starting to falter again, so she cleared her throat in hopes of keeping it up.

"Well, I'll make sure to send him a fruit basket as an apology," she says as Hermione chuckled and sat on her couch, legs crossed over the other as her eyes slowly trailed up the hero's body.

This wasn't the same woman she had saved earlier in the day, there was thick obvious tension between them now, but Spider-Woman had no idea why.

Well...she had a slight idea.

Spider-Woman, her red and blue costume tightly hugging her form, rested her hands back on her hips and looked down at Hermione. The young woman's face was flushed and her hands were balled into the couch cushion.

Spider-Woman's sharp eyes scanned Hermione's face before she slowly sat down on the coffee table across from her. The vigilante's movements were graceful and calculated as if she was always in control of the situation.

Then suddenly, Hermione sat up straight and seemed to calm in an instant, her arms crossing over her chest as she appeared to return back to normal. This girl was hot & cold.

"Would you mind giving me a longer interview?" Hermione asked innocently. Spider-Woman nodded slowly and rested her elbows on her thighs.

"Of course, uh, whenever you're ready" she replies as Hermione pulls out her phone and begins to record with the voice memos.

"My first question is, is it true that you have been taking the time to clean up the shores?" Hermione asks, but it is obvious that she isn't all that interested in Spider-Woman's environmental protection ideals.

"I try my best since fish is one of our main food groups in New York. We don't need people to get sick from any of them" Spider-Woman replied as she rubbed her hands together. A nervous tick perhaps?

"Alright..." Hermione hums as she shut off the recording, which piqued the hero's interest immediately.

Hermione reached behind her and grabbed the plate of food from the small table that was pressed up against the back of the couch.

"Well, that was quick," Spider-Woman chuckled, referring to the speed at which the interview had ended. The aroma of the freshly cooked food still lingered in the air, making both of their stomachs growl.

"I have a few...off-the-record questions for myself than the paper" Hermione explained as she opened the bag and handed her one of the spring rolls she had ordered.

Spider-Woman gave a soft 'thank you' as she hesitated to lift her mask up to her nose. Hermione didn't even look up as she grabbed the two forks from the bottom of the bag and handed her one as well.

The hero then slowly rolled up her mask until her nose and chin were the only things visible. That's when Hermione finally looked up.

Her pupils dilated like wide saucers, but she didn't express anything outwardly that would suggest something was off. So, when she held the tin container full of orange chicken and lo mein between them, the crusader thought nothing of it.

(A/N: ngl, I'm running out of ways to say 'hero')

Spider-Woman sat at the table, her eyes fixed on the steaming plate of Lo Mein in front of her. She couldn't resist the temptation any longer and picked up her fork, twirling it around in the tangle of noodles until she had a perfect bite.

"I love Lo Mein," she confessed. Across from her, Hermione watched with amusement, a soft smile playing on her lips. She picked up a piece of orange chicken and popped it into her mouth, relishing the burst of flavor.

"I know you do, you get it every Friday after work," she says simply, which causes the hero to freeze, the spring roll almost falling out of her mouth.

Hermione continued nonchalantly as she ate, while Spider-Woman stared at her. Oh how much she wished Vulture or Mr.Negative would burst in here, just so she could get out of this conversation,

"H-How did you...I don't know what..." she trailed off in her real voice as Hermione looked back up with a sly smile, almost teasing in a way.

"At first I thought it was just a coincidence that you were the only person who got special treatment with the Spider Duo because I knew that a few people in the Bugle have been able to get connections with other Heroes and Villains alike" Hermione starts as she ate another piece of chicken, chewing it for a few moments before speaking again.

"But then I noticed your tardiness, your ability to basically disappear and reappear at incredible speed, the random bruises, but again, I just thought it was a coincidence" she continues as Spider-Woman just stared dumbfounded. Hermione put the tin container down beside her and gave her full attention to the woman across from her.

"Then today-"

"I have to go," Spider-Woman says abruptly getting up from her seat, her words echo in the room. With the spring roll still dangling from her teeth, she strides swiftly towards the open window, her hair fluttering in the wind.

Her agile movements and aura of determination suggest that she's on a mission, and nothing can stop her. The bright city lights outside seem to beckon to her.

"Y/n."

Y/n froze in her tracks, her eyes fixed on the window. As Hermione stood up and walked towards her, Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, and her palms became sweaty.

She tried to move, but her legs felt like they were made of lead. Finally, when Hermione was close enough, she placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder and gently turned her around to face her. Y/n's eyes met Hermione's intense gaze, and she couldn't help but feel vulnerable under her gaze.

Without another word, Hermione reached up and pulled off the rest of the mask, and smiled like a little schoolgirl.

"There's my favorite photographer" she whispers as she holds the mask in one hand and takes hold of the spring roll as well.

Y/n and Hermione are standing face to face, gazing into each other's eyes. The moon is shining bright, casting a warm glow on Hermione's face.

"How did you know?" Y/n whispers softly, her eyes are filled with wonder and curiosity as they exchange glances. The night is quiet and peaceful, and the only sound is the soft honking of the hussle of the city.

"It's silly really, but that fake voice you were using, is the same one you use to mock Jameson's podcast" Hermione chuckles as Y/n couldn't help but flush at her own stupidity.

"Oh...oh that makes sense," she says as she clears her throat and looks down at their feet for a moment. Hermione just smiled as she placed the spring roll back in her mouth and gently pushed her toward the window, both of them hearing the roaring of sirens nearby.

"You're secrets safe with me, now go kick some ass" Hermione continues as she placed the mask back around her eyes and above her nose. Y/n grinned and slowly stepped backward toward the window.

"It's really nice to have another ally," Y/n says as she takes a final bite of the roll and speaks with her mouth full. She then pulls down her mask all the way, hiding a relieved smile on her face. The weight of the world seems to have been lifted off her shoulders as she welcomes the newfound support.

"I still expect a full interview tomorrow," Hermione says with a smile as she leans against the wall and watches Y/n back up slightly.

"It's a date" Y/n replied as she took a running start and jumped out the window. Hermione walked over to the windowsill, leaning down, and resting her forearms on it. Her chin found itself atop them as well, watching as Y/n swung away toward the boys in blue.

She smiled softly.

"It's a date"

[holdupjack]

So This Is Love?

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: none

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Third Person P.O.V:

Upper Hogsfield

It was around fall when Hermione spotted her.

She had decided to take a stroll through the Hogsmeade fields and found herself in the little village just north of the bigger province. Hermione was talking to an outside vendor about the best place to buy fresh Ashwinder Eggs when someone caught her eye.

A young woman she didn't recognize. She was carrying a crate of Wiggenweld potions to another shop nearby. The sun seemed to shine a spotlight that only Hermione could see like Merlin was slapping her face with destiny.

Or she was being delusional...to each their own.

"Who is that?" Hermione had asked the vendor as she watched the girl knock on the door, struggling slightly as she tried not to drop the crate onto the ground.

"That's Y/n Y/l/n. She's the new delivery girl for the Apothecary in Diagon Alley, always wearing that smile! Even when she has to deliver in horrible weather conditions." They say with a chuckle as they clean their glasses with the edge of their shirt.

Hermione felt her jaw hang open slightly as she watched Y/n greet the recipient of the potions when the door opened finally.

The way her shoulders relaxed when the weight of the crate was relieved from her hands. The way her smile somehow shined brighter when the woman thanked her and paid for the delivery with a generous tip.

Hermione jerked forward slightly when Y/n took a confident step back, almost stumbling off the small step up. She caught herself by stepping down with her other foot, but a small laugh was shared between the woman and her.

"Close your mouth darlin', or you'll catch flies" the man chuckled as he broke Hermione from her gaze. She quickly clamped her jaw shut, clearing her throat in an attempt to hide her embarrassment of being caught.

Her eyes flickered from the product, then back to Y/n as she walked over to the small dolly that held three other crates that needed to be delivered.

She had to have gone to Hogwarts, but a part of Hermione swore she would have at least seen her face once or twice around the grounds. Yet, she had no idea where this Y/n came from.

"I'd go introduce yourself before she leaves," the man says as he puts his glasses back on, but realizes that Hermione is already walking away.

She approached Y/n with light footsteps, trying not to draw any attention to herself. Her breath was bated as she watched Y/n secure the rest of the product meticulously, checking and tightening the straps to make sure everything was in place.

Hermione could sense the care and attention Y/n was putting into the task, and it made her feel secure. After finishing with the straps, Y/n slowly pulled the dolly onto its wheels, ensuring that everything was balanced and stable before proceeding.

As the brunette was about to speak, she noticed a sudden movement in the corner of her eye, capturing her attention. Within a fraction of a second, Y/n disappeared from the spot where she was standing, leaving Hermione annoyed when she turned back to find the area empty.

"Dammit," she cursed to herself as she ran an irritated hand through her curls.

Then she came up with a plan.

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For the next few months, Hermione began to order from the Apothecary. Each week she'd buy a few potions or ingredients that she had no use for, and happily wait by the door like an eager puppy.

This wasn't like her. She was usually the one the be pinned after, not the one that was making the absolute fool out of themselves to just talk to the person.

It took a few weeks after the initial sighting of Y/n, for Hermione to get the courage to order something. She was nervous after sending the list and money from her owl, almost expecting Y/n to just knock on her apartment door immediately.

She paced for an hour before her door finally echoed with a jovial knock. Hermione took a breath and opened her door.

Y/n stood there with a greeting grin, a bag of pearl powder, and two bottles of Thunderbrew potion.

"Your delivery, Ms.Granger," Y/n says as she holds out the products. Hermione was silent as she carefully took her items and gazed at the girl intently.

Say something! She yelled in her head.

"T-Thank you" Hermione coughed out as she dug in her pocket and gave a very generous tip. Y/n was surprised and looked at her with surprise.

"Are you sure? This is a lot of money" Y/n says as she looks down at the currency in her open palm. Hermione just nodded and placed her order on the small table beside the front door.

"Yes, yes! Of course" she replied, heat slowly crawling up her neck and to her cheeks with every passing moment.

Y/n left with a bigger grin than before, wishing Hermione a good day before ultimately leaving her line of sight.

After that, one more order became two, then three, and so on. Just like today, she waited for her order of Leech juice to arrive.

As soon as the familiar rhythm of Y/n's knock echoed through the door, a broad smile spread across her face. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of seeing her friend. Without wasting any time, she sprang up from her seat and fished out the fifteen galleons from her pocket.

When she opened the door, Y/n had a small smile on her face as she handed Hermione the items. Y/n caught Hermione off guard as she reached out to take the potions from her hands.

"Can I ask you a question?" Y/n asked, hesitantly. Hermione paused for a moment, curious as to what Y/n wanted to know. She looked into Y/n's eyes, sensing that whatever question she had to ask was important.

"If you don't mind, that is," Y/n added, giving Hermione an out if she didn't want to answer. She then nodded, giving Y/n permission to ask her questions.

"Uh, of course, what is it?" She replies as she places the tip into Y/n's hand, but the girl doesn't even look down at it. She kept her gaze right on Hermione.

"You order from us a lot, and your items are very strange. Usually, I can pinpoint what kind of work someone does from their purchases, but when it comes to you...I have no idea" Y/n says as her eyes search Hermione's face for answers.

This wasn't something Hermione had prepared for, surprisingly. She never thought Y/n would be bold enough to ask her what she was using all this stuff for.

She needs to come up with a lie, and quickly.

"Oh you know, I have a lot of side projects I'm working on. Research on beasts and new spell reactions to potions, stuff like that" she says simply, almost convincing herself.

"Oh really?" Y/n hums, a smile growing into a smirk. She knew Hermione was lying. The scrunch in her eyebrows gave her away immediately.

"Yes. Really." Hermione replied as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying her best not to admit that she was literally just buying her interaction once a week.

"Then do you mind telling me why all your past orders are currently stacked on your coffee table behind you, untouched?" she asks teasingly, Hermiones façade fell immediately.

Her cheeks flushed pink as Y/n's eyes met hers, the poking gaze sending a flurry of wings through her stomach. How was it this woman had such a spell over her without even trying? Clearing her throat, Hermione summoned her courage.

"Fine. You caught me. Truth be told, it's not really been about the potions and ingredients..." she admits as Y/n leaned against the doorframe with folded arms against her chest. Hermione glanced down shyly before meeting Y/n's eyes once more.

"I was hoping each delivery might give me a chance to see you. You intrigued me from the first moment I laid eyes on you in Hogsfeild, and I find myself thinking of you often. I was wondering...if you might like to have dinner with me this weekend?" Hermione asks as wipes her palms against her pants.

As she finished speaking, the room fell silent and her heart began to race with anxiety and self-doubt. She couldn't help but wonder if she had said the wrong thing and made a fool of herself. The awkward silence was almost unbearable, and she prayed that her actions hadn't come across as crazy or nonsensical. But then, to her immense relief, Y/n's face lit up with a radiant smile that put all her fears to rest.

"I would like that very much," Y/n says as she pushes off the doorframe and stands back up. Hermione smiled, relief and joy swelling in her heart to see Y/n's acceptance.

"Wonderful," she replied, resisting the urge to hug her bundle of deliveries in glee.

"How does Saturday night sound? I know a lovely little cafe in Diagon Alley." Hermione says as she feels her body run with excitement and nerves.

"Saturday works for me. And don't worry - your secret is safe with me." Y/n says as she winked playfully.

"Though perhaps you could find a less wasteful way to arrange future meetings?" she continued with a smirk, making Hermione laugh.

"You're right. No more unnecessary purchases, I promise." Hermione agrees. A comfortable silence fell as they lingered smiling at one another.

"Well, I should get back before they send a search party. But I'll see you Saturday?" Y/n says, reluctantly reminding them both that she has to get back to work.

"I'll be counting the moments," she replies, the words escaped before Hermione could curb her enthusiasm, but she didn't regret their truth.

With an infectious smile spread across her face, Y/n bid her farewell with a graceful wave and turned around to leave. Hermione watched as she walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing against the walls. As she disappeared, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of elation washing over her.

The excitement of the moment was palpable, and it seemed like nothing could bring her down from this high. As she slowly closed the door behind her, a sense of contentment settled over her.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

[holdupjack]

I have a request where Hermione kind of realizes she’s gaining feelings for Ron while dating fem reader and reader catches her and Ron making out. Ron asks Hermione to choose and she chose him reader is heartbroken and Hermione quickly starts dating Ron. Harry isn’t so happy because reader is like a sister to him. Hermione ends up marrying Ron and later on they have kids and she isn’t happy the life she had with Ron she wanted with reader. She sees reader again later on at the Hogwarts station dropping of her kids and asks to have lunch. She admits to reader that she chose Ron because she was scared to love a woman and what her parents would think and that she regrets choosing Ron and wishes her kids were y/n instead. Y/n admits she’s married and happy and leave’s saying sorry to Hermione. Hermione is left sitting at the cafe regretting everything.

Sure 🫡

[holdupjack]

Just Put On The Fleece

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Warning: sexual suggestions

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Third Person P.O.V:

7th Year

Y/n strolled towards Hogsmeade with a smile as snow fell all around her. The lake was completely iced, she could see a few students skating atop its surface.

Snowflakes fell onto her bare arms as some students gave her strange looks at her choice of clothing. She wore just her white button-up and pants, which wasn’t up to most people’s standards when it came to this type of weather.

She didn’t pay them any kind though, instead continuing her peaceful walk to Pippins Potions to stalk up on some ingredients for her next class.

As much as Y/n didn’t feel all the nervous about catching a cold, she did however look over her shoulder every once in a while.

Before she had left to start her walk towards the Village, she had run into Ginny. Now this wasn’t unusual, since they were good friends, but she was even better friends with Y/n’s girlfriend.

Hermione Granger.

The two have been dating for a little over two years now, and to say the least, Hermione was not a huge fan of Y/n’s disregard for winter wear.

They have gotten into fights about it, but they were never huge or harmful. They were just little spits the couple had from time to time around the holidays.

Now Ginny was a little instigator, she loved to get Y/n in trouble with Hermione, and Y/n knew it. Granted, she would never say something to harm their relationship, but Y/n with no coat? Going out into freezing temperatures?

Fair game.

So now Y/n had eyes in the back of her head, almost like she was waiting for her girlfriend to appear out of thin air like a horror movie.

Y/n couldn't help but smile fondly as Hermione's concerns echoed in her mind. Always the protective one, her bushy-haired bookworm. Not that Y/n minded - it was just one more way she knew she was loved.

Reaching Hogsmeade at last, she hurried inside Pippin's Potions to escape the icy kisses peppering her skin. The familiar jingle of bells greeted her, along with friendly shopkeeper Irma Pippin herself.

"Afternoon dear! Back for more fluxweed I see. Winter rolling in already?" The old witch chuckled, taking note of Y/n's sparse attire as she gathered the ingredients into a small pouch.

"You know me Irma, a little chill never bothered me much." Y/n chuckled, exchanging a few knuts for her purchases, placing the pouch into her pocket.

"Though my darling Hermione might avow otherwise..."

Just then, the bells jangled loudly once more. Speak of the devil and so she shall appear, it seemed! Y/n turned with a smile to greet her favorite furious witch.

"Hello, love! Fancy running into you here..." Y/n chuckled nervously as she backed up slightly, almost bumping into Irma as Hermione stepped closer with a stern glare.

“Don’t you ‘hello love’ me! What are you doing out in the snow with no protective clothing!” She says with gritted teeth as the older witch just chuckled as she walked to the back of her shop, muttering ‘if you break it, you buy it’.

“Uh…” Y/n said nervously as Hermione stepped even closer.

Y/n flashes her best disarming smile, hoping to soothe her darling's ruffled feathers. "Now now love, you know a little chill doesn't bother m- oof!"

She's cut off as Hermione shoves a giant fleece throw into her arms. It's garishly orange and covered in little purple cauldrons.

"Here, now you have no excuse. Put this on at once before you catch hypothermia," Hermione huffs, fussing over Y/n until the monstrosity is wrapped snugly around her frame. Only her scowling face remains uncovered.

"There! Don't you look cozy?" Hermione states with a smirk, obviously loving the form of punishment she had procured for their way back to the school.

“I’m not wearing this.” Y/n declared as she playfully glared back at Hermione, who was not happy to hear the defiance.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” Hermione says as she grasps Y/n’s face and squishes her cheeks together.

“You’re going to make me swallow my tongue” Y/n muttered as Hermione gave her lips a quick peck and let the girl's face go.

“Now, will you be a listener today, or will I have to ‘accio’ you all the way back to my dorm?” Hermione asks as Y/n crosses her arms and grumbles to herself.

“But I don’t wanna wear this atrocious thing” Y/n whined, which made her girlfriend roll her eyes and sigh, placing her hands on her hips.

“Seriously, Y/n-“

That was all she could get out before the garment was tossed back at her, and the jingling of bells was her only indicator that Y/n had just made a break for it,

“What the- Y/N!” Hermione yelled angrily as she pulled the clothing away from her face and dashed back out into the village. Her eyes darted from left to right, soon landing on Y/n, who was standing at the end of the block with a shit-eating grin.

Y/n's mischievous antics would be the death of her, Hermione swears it. With a steely gaze, she marches purposefully down the street, fleece trailing menacingly behind like a wrathful cape.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" she calls as she closes the distance. But Y/n only grins wider, dancing nimbly out of reach.

"Now now love, can't we discuss this civilly over butterbeers? I'm parched from all this invigorating exercise!" Y/n teases as she continues to back away.

"The only thing you'll be drinking is that foul lake water if you don't surrender yourself this instant!" She stays with a scowl as she watches the snow fall onto her lover's hair and bare skin.

But when has a threat ever stalled this rogue?

With a cheeky blow of a kiss, Y/n pivots on her heel and bolts down a side alley.

“Y/n Y/l/n!”

Hermione gives pursuit, weaving deftly through the village streets. She tries her best not to bump into anyone as she chases Y/n down alleyways and stairways to different streets. At last, she corners her favorite miscreant in a dead end.

"Gotcha!" she crows, triumphantly diving forward to wrap Y/n in her fleecy fate. But the rogue is too swift, spinning nimbly aside with a peal of laughter.

"Is that the best you've got, bookworm?" Y/n taunts, dancing just out of reach again. Her playful grin mocks Hermione's frustration to new heights.

"Why you impertinent—" Lunging again, Hermione feints one way then tackles the other, taking her willful partner by surprise. They tumble headlong into a snowbank, wrestling fiercely as the flakes fall upon their flushed faces.

"Yield, you beautiful scoundrel!" Hermione growls between giggles, wrestling the fleece around Y/n's struggling form at long last.

"Now take your medicine like a good girl." She smirks, pinning her captive beneath triumphant hips, Hermione then leans down to deliver a punishing kiss.

Well, as punishing as a kiss between two love birds can be.

"Let that be a lesson to cross me again, my darling rogue." She whispers when she pulls away, affection softens her stern eyes, and melting away Y/n's resistance completely.

"Oh very well, you've bested me, Granger. Have your victory - this time." Y/n sighs dramatically as she grins up at her girlfriend, and finally accepts her fleecy prison.

"I believe you have an apology to make, you hoodlum." Hermione chuckles, securing Y/n firmly in place as they stand up from the snowbank.

“How about another kiss instead?” Y/n asks with a smirk as she wraps the fleece around their heads and gives another peck to her girlfriend's lips. Hermione just chuckled and happily accepted this form of apology.

So deciding to be a little daring as well, and since they were hidden in a small alleyway, Hermione jumped into her girlfriend's arms. Y/n fell back into the snow, holding onto Hermione tightly as she pressed kisses onto Y/n’s face and lips repeatedly.

Hermione wasn’t this affectionate usually, at least not in public, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love these moments. Where Y/n would do something idiotic, like refusing to wear proper winter clothing, and then make Hermione chase her around Hogsmeade like they’re thirteen again.

A tender smile curves Y/n's lips as her darling bookworm showers her with affection. Moments like this make all their spirited misadventures worthwhile, reminding her anew why she fell for this fiery soul.

"I love you, you know," she murmurs between caresses, gazing up at Hermione with open adoration. It still amazes her sometimes - that such a brilliant witch could love a roguelike her in return.

But love Hermione does, with a passion to match even Y/n's flame. And so their game of chase leads ever onward, whatever obstacles life sends their way.

For now, lost in each other's arms amidst the falling snow, the world beyond fades away. No cares nor duties intrude on this perfect moment, shared alone between two hearts entwined as one.

“Do you mean it?” Hermione whispered as she stared at Y/n with a curious expression, but the tugging smile at the corner of her lips told Y/n that she just wanted to hear her say it again.

“Awe my lovely Gryffindor, I love you more than the ocean loves the shore” Y/n chuckled as she kissed her once more, earning a happy hum from Hermione.

“Aren’t you poetic today?” Hermione whispers as she kisses down Y/n’s jaw, earning a soft purr as the snow melts against her back. Y/n blushes under Hermione's teasing, always rendered bashful by her beloved's quiet charms.

"Only for you, my love. You inspire the poet in me unlike any."

Her touch sends thrills cascading through Y/n's form, setting her aflame despite the chill. How fortunate she was to have found not only a partner to match wits with, but one so generous with passion as well.

"I fear if we linger longer entwined, my good intentions may go out the window," Y/n chuckles, making Hermione snicker and throw the fleece off of their faces. She sits up, straddling Y/n’s hips as she shakes out the snowflakes from her hair.

“You are always so eager to rip my clothes off” Hermione snickers as Y/n shamelessly nods her head in quick succession.

“What do you say we retire to the Three Broomsticks for warmth and nourishment, before reckless passions overtake your mind?" Hermione teases as she stands up and hoists Y/n up to her feet. Pressing one last ardent kiss to perfect lips, Hermione dusts the clinging snow from supple curves. Offering an arm with a rakish smile, she leads them from the alley and back to the bustling thoroughfare.

“So…how about later?” Y/n asked with a smirk as they walked towards the small pub.

“Promise to start wearing your coat?” Hermione asks, looking at her with a grin of her own.

“Fine…” Y/n mumbles in defeat as her girlfriend proudly pulls her quickly into the building.

“Then maybe…you can see what’s under mine tonight”

[holdupjack]

Forgetting You Pt.2

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Part One

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

Two Years Later

Hermione sat comfortably on her plush sofa, a warm blanket draped over her legs, as she gazed intently at the dancing flames in the fireplace. The fire crackled and popped, casting a soft orange glow across the room.

Every once in a while, a piece of wood shifted, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. The sound and warmth of the fire were soothing, and Hermione found herself lost in thought as she watched the flickering flames.

It's hard to believe that almost a decade has passed since she last saw Y/n. It feels like just yesterday that they were laughing and joking together, planning their future adventures. But time has a way of slipping by, and before she knew it, Y/n was gone.

Two years ago, she made the difficult decision to leave Ron. It wasn't an easy choice, but she knew it was for the best. She needed to find herself again, to figure out who she was and what she wanted in life.

And so, one year ago, she bought this small home in Hogsmeade. It's not much, but it's hers, and it's a place where she can start anew. She's slowly been making it her own, adding her own personal touches and creating a space that feels warm and welcoming.

As time went on, she couldn't help but notice the open spaces and empty shelves that were waiting to be filled around her. Despite the lack of clutter, the home felt incomplete, as if something was missing.

She realized that what was missing was Y/n's belongings. Hermione had always held out hope that Y/n would come back and start to make this place a true home. It was a silly dream, but it made her smile every time she thought about it. As she reflected on the memories of Y/n, a small chuckle escaped her lips.

She remembered the time when Y/n had run to her dorm with the biggest grin on her face. It had to be in their fifth year because she had this certain haircut that Hermione still adored in her memory. The thought of Y/n's joy and excitement filled Hermione's heart with warmth, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for her return.

"Guess what!" Y/n had said panting as she walked over and sat down on Hermione's bed.

"What is it, my love?" she asked with a small smile as she pushed back her books and gave her lover her full attention.

"Lee Jordan is going to let me announce with him at the next Quidditch game! McGonagall gave the 'go ahead' too!" Y/n said with such excitement that she was almost buzzing. Hermione chuckled and walked over to her, sitting beside her and giving a big kiss on her cheek.

"That's wonderful! But no dirty humor, I don't want to spend my Saturday night studying outside detention" Hermione warned with a soft smile as she kissed her girlfriend's cheek again, earning a chuckle in return.

"I promise"

During the game, Y/n had kept the promise that she made, but as the game progressed, she suddenly announced how much she loved her girlfriend. The girls around Hermione were all in awe, while she was blushing furiously, turning as red as a beet.

"Merlin, how I wish I could feel the love you gave me, once again," she says, looking away from the fire with a wistful expression.

She had taken every lead she could from people around the region, even McGonagall had been sending her any tips she could find, hoping to put an end to the mystery of what happened to one of her favorite students.

Hermione had spent countless hours following every lead she could find, scouring every nook and cranny in search of Y/n. But no matter where she went or who she talked to, every trail seemed to lead to a dead end or put her in a never-ending circle.

Frustrated and desperate, she even sought out the help of Professor Trelawney, who delivered a cryptic message that Y/n was somewhere dark, cold, and underground.

Which just sounded like a grave.

Hermione had almost backhanded her.

The sound of a soft sigh escaped her lips as she slowly rose from the comfortable couch, causing the warm blanket that was draped over her legs to slip and fall to the ground. With a sense of purpose, she made her way towards the small kitchen, taking measured steps with her bare feet gently padding against the cool wooden floor.

As she opened the fridge, a rush of cool air hit her face, providing a momentary respite from the warmth of the room. She reached for the bottle of water, feeling the coolness of the condensation on her fingertips, and unscrewed the cap with a satisfying twist before taking a long, refreshing sip.

As the sun began to set, its rays filtered through the nearby window, illuminating her face. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, running her fingers through her curly hair.

In front of her on the counter was a half-empty bottle, which she had been drinking from earlier. The silence in the room was only broken by the sound of her breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath her feet.

She heard a sudden and loud pounding on her front door. Startled, Hermione jumped slightly and turned her head towards the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and quickly stepped towards the door, her hand trembling as she reached for the doorknob.

As she opened the door, she was surprised to see Professor McGonagall standing there, looking rather excited and nervous. Hermione felt a mix of emotions - surprise, confusion, and curiosity - as she greeted her former professor.

"Professor? Hello. What's the matter?" Hermione asks with furrowed brows as the older woman just summoned the coat that was lying over the kitchen chair, and her shoes skidded over to the former Gryffindor.

"Follow me. We need to speak... privately" McGonagall said quietly as she looked over her shoulder, then back at the younger girl.

Hermione furrowed her brows, but nodded at the Headmistress, soon slipping on her coat and shoes. Her front door locked behind her as she followed McGonagall into the busy cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, students of different ages ran past them with laughter echoing off the buildings.

"What is the matter?" Hermione asks as she follows her closely, but gets no response as they zigzag between alleyways. It seemed as though McGonagall was trying to lose someone that Hermione couldn't see.

After a few more lefts and rights, she was ushered down into The Hogs Head Inn Cellar, where one single light flickered and the floorboards above them creaked with muffled laughter.

"Professor, what is the matter?" Hermione whispered with so much confusion behind her voice, that she was surprised she hadn't asked more questions on the walk there.

"I have gotten a lead from one of my friends in the Law Department of the Ministry" The older woman replies in a hushed tone, making Hermione's eyes widen.

This had to be more than a word-of-mouth rumor if they were hiding away from any unwanted ears or eyes.

"A lead? What is it? Is she alive? Did they find her body..."

Hermione couldn't bring herself to say the rest, she took a deep breath as her heart began to pump rapidly, shuddering in her chest like a jackhammer.

"She told me about how Y/n's case had been brought out of its filing cabinet again. There had been a rumor going around for years about dark wizards who had gone rogue during the battle." McGonagall starts, clearing her throat slightly as some dust falls from the floor above them.

"Many did. Why does that matter now?" Hermione replies, confused again by this information. It wasn't a secret that many of Voldemort's fighters had left his side once their numbers began to dwindle.

"No. The ones that had taken a different course of... beneficial security, during the war," she says, a nervous look in her eyes as she scanned the cellar around them.

Beneficial security?

"What are you talking about?" Hermione demands, anger showing itself as she seems to be tiptoeing around the topic, instead of just telling her where her Y/n was.

"They believe Y/n was taken during the chaos"

That statement alone snatched the air out of Hermione's lungs, she took a step back from the headmistress and looked at her in disbelief.

"T...Taken? You mean-"

"Yes."

Hermione felt her knees go weak as she stumbled toward a dust-covered chair, her mind reeling as she realized something.

Everyone had thought she had just run away.

Hermione had looked for her, before trying to settle her pain away with Ron, and she had come to terms with the same thing. She was hiding out and didn't want Hermione with her.

That wasn't the case at all.

"Oh god," Hermione whispered as tears filled her eyes, before immediately locking back with McGonagalls, who had a look of pity on her face.

"How? How could that have happened?" she whispered harshly as she gritted her teeth. She wasn't mad at Minerva but at herself for ever letting Y/n slip from her grasp.

"Have you ever heard parents cautioning their children about the dangers of predators lurking in crowded places, waiting for an opportunity to snatch them away without anyone noticing?" she asked, her voice laced with gentleness.

Y/n might have been taken in the middle of a fucking battlefield, and no one ever noticed.

"Yes" Her response was barely audible, as she whispered back softly. She avoided making any eye contact and her gaze shifted downwards towards her feet.

As she spoke, she felt a sudden discomfort in her stomach, almost as if it was being squeezed tightly. The overwhelming emotion she was experiencing made it difficult for her to maintain composure.

McGonagall didn't know what to say or do but knew she had to give the last bit of information to the distraught lovebird.

"They found the location of an underground den for a trafficking operation" she finally reveals, making Hermione leap to her feet with pure adrenaline.

"Trafficking? There's human trafficking in our world?" Hermione asks angrily, now fueled with so many intense emotions, that she thought she was about to explode.

How could she not know this? Why wasn't this more known? How the hell-

"A Magic Trafficking Ring" McGonagall whispers sadly as she clears her throat again, fighting back her own anger from the mere thought of one of her old students being held there.

"What does that mean?" Hermione asks as more dust falls from the floors, landing between them on the cement.

"It's been rumored that many people that have gone missing over the years have been put to auction by this group...sold to wealthy Muggles as a sick form of entertainment" the older woman states with disgust as she tries to shake off the feeling from her body.

Hermione felt as though her world was crumbling. Where was Y/n? Who has her now?

Was she even alive still?

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Six Months Later

Hermione felt the familiar sensation of apparition wash over her as she closed her eyes and focused on her destination. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on a narrow trail that snaked through the dense forest of South China.

She took a deep breath of the humid air and looked around, taking in the lush greenery and the sounds of birds and other creatures rustling in the trees. She could see colorful butterflies flitting around, and she could hear the distant roar of a waterfall. Hermione dusted off her clothes and adjusted her backpack, taking a moment to orient herself and get her bearings before setting off down the trail.

As the moment of truth arrived, she felt a mix of emotions that were hard to contain. She knew that the next few hours could make or break everything. It all came down to this one decision that could change everything.

She had to bring Y/n home, but the stakes were high. Either Y/n would come back home alive, or she would have to lay her to rest. It was a difficult and emotional choice that would impact Hermione’s life more than it already had.

She took a deep breath as she pulled out an enchanted compass. It spun a few times before finally landing in front of her. Within the metal was a chip of Y/n's wand, showing her where its owner lay waiting.

To construct the specific device, Hermione needed access to it, but it was being held in the evidence locker.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was able to help out - she managed to pull some strings and secure the necessary item for Hermione. With the assistance of Hagrid, Hermione was then able to successfully the compass.

…

She had told no one that she had left. Not even her parents. Afraid to put them in danger, or worse.

Who knows what she was walking into?

As she stood at the beginning of the forest, she felt a shiver run down her spine. The dense foliage seemed to be hiding something ominous, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Was there a den full of criminals and killers, lurking within the shadows of the trees? Or perhaps it was a mass grave, hidden deep beneath the earth? Her heart raced as she contemplated the various possibilities

Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper as she stared intently at the compass in her hand.

"Oh, Y/n... where are you?" she murmured, her brow furrowed with concern. She took a deep breath and continued to follow the compass, her steps quickening as she grew more and more anxious. Despite her exhaustion, she refused to give up until she found the love of her life.

With each passing moment, her huffs grew more audible, a sign of the physical strain she was putting herself through.

As the day progressed, Hermione continued to walk through the dense forest. She soon reached the edge of a huge sinkhole that seemed to have no end. Peering down, she could see even more trees and vegetation below.

Casting her eyes around the horizon, she spotted a small tent in the distance. It seemed to be in a man-made clearing in the middle of the sinkhole. She could even see a campfire burning brightly in front of the tent.

She brought up the compass and knew deep down in her soul that Y/n had to be there. She could even feel her past lover's wand almost shuddering with excitement from within her backpack.

Hermione's heart was pounding as she looked down at the gaping sinkhole in front of her. She knew that she had to be careful, but she also knew that time was of the essence. She took a deep breath and pulled out her own wand, slowly making her way down the steep incline towards the base of the sinkhole. Her hands were shaking slightly, but she tried to remain calm and focused.

The journey down was treacherous and slow-going, with loose rocks and dirt threatening to give way at any moment. But Hermione was determined to reach the bottom, no matter what. It took another hour of cautious descent before she finally felt her feet hit level ground. She let out a sigh of relief and took a moment to catch her breath, surveying her surroundings.

Despite the danger and the difficulty of the journey, Hermione knew that she had to keep moving forward. She had a mission to accomplish, and she wasn't going to let anything stand in her way.

The sun was gone now, but she had a clear shot of the roaring campfire that was just a small orange dot in the distance at that moment.

This was it.

Her exhaustion had disappeared, and she began to jog toward the single-form light. Her mind started to fill with nothing but Y/n.

When she finally got the the edge of the clearing, she kneeled down and stared at the one person that sat near the fire. It was a small, lanky, middle-aged man.

Hermione looked down at the compass and it shook tightly as the tent. She was there. Y/n was a stone's throw away.

Passion and determination surged through her chest as she stuffed the compass back into her pocket and slowly began to sneak up behind the man. Every step was calculated, stepping over twigs and leaves as her eyes burned a hole into the back of the blissfully unaware man's head.

When she was fully behind him, she pressed the tip of the want to his neck and he tensed immediately.

“Where is she?” Hermione whispered harshly as her other hand gripped his shoulder with a warning. She wasn't in the mood for questions.

“W-Who?” he replied, which just made her even more angry, so he pressed her wand more against his skin.

“Y/n Y/l/n. The student who disappeared from Hogwarts,” she states as her grip became harder against his shoulder, making him sink down slightly to ease the pain.

“Basement! Please don't-”

“Stupefy”

Hermione cautiously approached the tent's flaps after the man collapsed on the ground. She nimbly stepped over his body and entered the tent, only to find that the interior was much more spacious than she had anticipated. However, to her surprise, the place appeared to be completely deserted.

She treaded lightly towards a set of stairs that descended further down, each creaking floorboard making her inwardly curse. Despite her efforts to stay quiet, the sound of her footsteps echoed through the empty tent, making her feel increasingly uneasy.

As she descended the stairs to the basement, she felt an eerie chill run down her spine. The musty smell of damp concrete mixed with something else, something that made her want to gag. And that's when she saw them - cages, lining the walls, one after another. She approached the first one, her heart pounding in her chest, but it was empty.

She moved on to the next and the next, but they were all the same - empty. Her stomach sank as she realized that whatever had been held in these cages was long gone. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of her own breathing. And then she smelled it - the unmistakable stench of death. It grew stronger the further she walked until it was almost suffocating.

“Y/n!” Hermione called out, not caring if she was caught. Yet, she heard nothing in return. Her head turned from left to right as she continued to hope that she would see Y/n.

Alive.

When she reached the end of the hall, the smell was overwhelming, and she soon noticed a makeshift sign that read ‘Morgue’. Hermione took a step back and shook her head.

“No…no, please” she begged out loud as tears filled her eyes. Was she too late?

Hermione then pulled out the compass again, but when she looked at it, it was pointing behind her. Y/n wasn't in there.

As Hermione walked down the dimly lit row of cells, her heart was racing with anticipation. She had to find the right one before it was too late. With each passing second, her sense of urgency grew stronger. She picked up her pace and started walking even faster than before. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor, making her feel even more anxious.

Suddenly, she noticed that the compass in her hand had started to turn to the left. Hermione's eyes flickered up and down, scanning the cages on either side of her. She was looking for something specific, something that would help her achieve her goal. The arrow on the compass was pointing straight ahead, but then, it made a sharp turn backward when she passed a certain cage.

Hermione stopped in her tracks and took a step back. She peered through the bars of the cage and saw what she had been looking for: her Y/n.

“Y/n!” she called out in a sigh of relief as the curled-up figure sat in the shadowed corner of the cell, Hermione had completely missed her the first time she had looked into it.

“I did what I was told, you promised to stop with the hallucinations” Y/n’s raspy voice replied as Hermione quickly unlocked the door and opened it. When she stepped in, she kept her distance. Hermione had no idea what kind of mental state Y/n was in, and she didn't want to scare her.

“Love, it's me. I've come to bring you home” she whispered back with tears in her eyes as she sank down to the floor on her knees, and fought back every urge to jump into Y/n’s arms.

Y/n slowly looked up, and her eyes began to widen like she had seen a dementor. In her entire time here, never once had she been shown an older Hermione in her forced hallucinations. She didn't know what that would look like, until now.

“Mione?” she called out softly as she slowly leaned forward and reached out to touch her. Hermione smiled as tears fell down her cheeks, feeling as Y/n’s fingertips traced her jaw.

Then she just flung herself into Hermione's arms, which the other girl quickly accepted with more happiness than she had felt in years.

“You're real! You found me!” Y/n cried out happily as she sobbed into Hermione’s shoulder, who was also fighting back an onslaught of tears.

“Of course” Hermione whispered back as she gave into her needs and kissed the side of Y/n’s head, but soon they parted as they looked into each other's eyes.

“We have to get out of here before they return”

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Two Weeks Later

Hermione lay in bed as Y/n slept beside her, her fingers running through the girl's hair as the clock struck midnight.

They both gave the exact location of the operation to the authorities as soon as Hermione got them to the nearest Wizarding Hospital.

They don't know if the authorities were able to stop the monsters from moving locations, but Hermione prayed hopefully.

Y/n had explained that she had been left behind by the sellers because she was getting too old. She was going to be killed that night once they got back. Which only made Hermione thank every higher power for her timing once she was told this information.

Hermione never pushed for any more information as time went on, only gaining the knowledge when Y/n would randomly spew it out.

All the little stories made her stomach turn.

…

Y/n was doing better, slowly starting to gain weight and relearning some basic things that had been lost to her over the years.

Hermione had taken her in immediately, watching Y/n like a hawk when old friends came by for a reunion, or if Rita Skeeter was trying to corner her for an interview when they sat outside.

She slowly pulled Y/n closer to her chest, running a comforting hand up and down her spine as she thought about everything.

“I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner” Hermione whispered as she kissed the top of Y/n’s head, and took in the smell of the new shampoo that Y/n had picked out when they went shopping the other day.

“But, I'll never let you go again” she promised softly as she let her eyes shut, and her lips kissed Y/n’s head a few more times.

“And I'll never forget you”

[holdupjack]

Ain't No Sunshine

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Based in the same universe as ‘The Both Die At The End

WARNING: ANSGT NO COMFORT

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Third Person P.O.V:

April 11th, 12:09 A.M

Y/n Y/l/n was not included in Death-Cast's call list as she was not predicted to die on that day. However, her significant other, Hermione Granger, who had been in a relationship with her for three years, received the call.

Y/n and Hermione were sitting together on the bed, but it was awkwardly silent between them. They were both lost in thought, not knowing what to say.

What can you say in this situation?

Hermione breathed deeply and glanced at her partner, who seemed lost in thought and staring at the ground. Hermione comforted her by gently rubbing her back between her shoulder blades, and this brought Y/n's focus back to the present moment.

Y/n and Hermione shared a quiet instant, gazing into each other's eyes. Hermione leaned in closer, resting her head on Y/n's shoulder and taking a deep breath.

The two of them held hands while they whispered to each other. The room was quiet, but she felt a soft kiss on her shoulder from time to time.

The small sound of the clock on the wall was the only sign that time was still passing. It was a reminder that, despite everything that had happened, life was still moving forward for Y/n. As much as she wished it wasn't.

"What do you want to do?" Y/n asked as she looked at Hermione, who was already staring back.

"I have to call my parents, and say my...goodbyes" Hermione sighed as she sat up straight and squeezed her lover's hand.

"Maybe they can fly here in time?" Y/n says, but Hermione just shook her head. They both knew the flight was over ten hours and who knew when the first flight out was?

It would more than likely, be too late.

Hermione stood up and kissed the top of Y/n's head, then grabbed her phone. The same phone that told her she was going to die a few minutes ago.

Y/n sat still on the bed, watching as Hermione walked into the bathroom and pulled out her phone to make a call. Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as if something was off. She got up from the bed and made her way to the living room, her eyes scanning the wall full of pictures that held memories of their time together.

As she looked at each picture, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her. Each photo represented a moment that they had shared, a memory that they had created. Y/n couldn't help but wonder if these pictures would be the only things she had left to remind her of those moments.

Y/n stood in the living room, feeling helpless as she listened to Hermione crying softly on the phone. She could hear Hermione apologizing to her mother for something that was beyond her control.

The sound of Hermione's tears tugged at Y/n's heartstrings, and she could feel her own emotions start to bubble over. She knew she needed to step away before she broke down completely, so she quietly slipped out into the backyard of their rented home.

The cool evening air was a welcomed relief, and Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She leaned against the wall, feeling the rough bricks against her back, and closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment to collect her thoughts.

Y/n felt her heart racing and her breaths becoming shorter as she gazed up at the night sky. The stars that usually twinkled brightly seemed to have lost their shine, and were now dull and distant, almost as if they were struggling to cope with the weight of the situation. The emptiness of the sky only added to the overwhelming feeling of isolation and helplessness that Y/n was experiencing.

Y/n let out a gut-wrenching exclamation of despair, the weight of her emotions too much to accept. She could feel tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Her body trembled as she sank to the ground, her legs no longer able to support her. Her sobs echoed through the backyard, wracking her body with each convulsion. She pulled her knees up to her chest, curling in on herself as she tried to find some small measure of comfort in her pain.

Y/n's body was hunched over with her knees pulled up to her chest, while her forehead was resting on her kneecaps. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body shaking with each breath as tears streamed down her face.

Her back was pressed firmly against the rough surface of the brick wall behind her, providing cool and firm support amidst the overwhelming emotions she was experiencing.

Y/n wept with the weight of anguish only love can know. In those gasping sobs she released all that clutched her heart - fear, sorrow, but above all a profound gratitude for the years shared with Hermione.

They had built a life together, however brief it now seemed. Filled their home with laughter and kindness, as the photos within proved. She clung to those memories like a lifeline in the storm.

Time passed unknowingly as she grieved, the pounding in her temples slowly giving way to an aching calm. When her tears ran dry at last, the stars had re-emerged - bright beacons in the dark, lit by futures now lost to view.

Taking a steadying breath, Y/n let her legs unfold and straightened with care. She knew Hermione would need her strength in the hours to come. Though every fiber wished to shatter, her partner's love demanded no less than her full heart in return.

And so she gathered the pieces, as best she could, and re-entered their home with footsteps soft. In the bathroom door's glow, she glimpsed Hermione's silhouetted form, shoulders shaking silent as the phone now rested on the countertop

Coming behind, Y/n wrapped her arms around Hermione's waist and held fast, leaning cheek to cheek. No words could mend such wounds.

Only presence; only promise of devotion unwavering. Until dawn light or destiny's end, whichever came, they would face what must be faced - together.

The hours were dark but love lit their way. In each other, they found solace, as the long morning slowly wore on.

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4:28 A.M

As night yielded slowly to morning, Y/n and Hermione's grief took on a quieter tone. Exhaustion pulled at their limbs like anchor chains, yet neither could bear to separate even to rest.

They lay curled together on the bed, fingers laced as if to share the burden of each breath. Pale daylight filtered through closed blinds, casting the room in somber grey. When Hermione at last broke the silence, her whisper cut like a new wound reopened.

"I'm not ready to leave you."

Y/n pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. Though her eyes burned with unshed tears, she summoned a small smile.

"Remember our first date? How long it took me to work up the nerve? You sneaked that wildflower behind my ear and I was yours." she whispers against her skin, a shaky laugh escapes Hermione's lips, and she nuzzles closer.

"Tell me another. I want to fill each sense with you until the world fades away."

Y/n didn't want her world to fade away, not without her.

And so, as morning inched on, Y/n wove their story anew with threaded recollections - little glimpses to fill the void where hope could no longer reach.

The beach at sunset. Dancing in the kitchen. Quiet hands entwined beneath a blanket of stars...over and over she led them back to love's beginning, sheltering them both from what must come.

When next Hermione spoke, a measure of peace had settled on her brow. Acceptance.

"Thank you for the life we built. For making me feel whole. I love you, Y/n...now and always."

A single tear rolled down Y/n's cheek, and Hermione kissed it away, a silent apology for breaking a promise that she had never told her lover about.

The promise she had made to herself was to never hurt Y/n in such a way. To make her cry like this. To leave her...

"I love you too" Y/n whispered back.

"Come on, let's go on an adventure one last time," Hermione said with a smile as she kissed her quickly and went to stand up.

Hand in hand they rose to meet Hermione's end, unafraid, while taking solace in all they'd known.

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6:21 A.M

As the morning stretched on, Y/n knew Hermione needed happy distractions to lift her spirit.

"Come, let's lose ourselves in other worlds for a while. I believe I spotted the new Encyclopedia of Magical Flora on the library shelves the last time we went. It's said to have amazing illustrations." Y/n says as she helps her girlfriend into her coat. A ghost of a smile touched Hermione's lips.

"Some light reading, then. And perhaps those crustless tomato sandwiches from the cafe?" Hermione replied. Y/n's heart swelled at her agreement.

She never quite understood Hermione's fascination with Tomato Sandwiches, but it was one of the many pondering quirks that she loved about her.

They made their way downtown, fingers laced once more. Hermione could feel how on edge Y/n was, every car honk and jogger made her tense with anxieties as 'what ifs' clouded her mind on how her best friend would be taken from her.

Hermione squeezed her hand, capturing her attention as they sneakily made their way into Diagon Alley from one of its many entrances.

Y/n tried to calm herself with a deep breath, but her mind was reeling. Thankfully their destination wasn't too far.

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7:46 A.M

At the library, Hermione had shed tears again, but this time of pure delight over discoveries between faded pages, or she was mourning that fact she wouldn't be able to read the books she had on her shelves at home. Y/n watched her shine from afar, committing each detail to devoted memory.

She gazed from around the corner, slightly nervous to walk up to her and take away the peace Hermione was feeling.

That was a crazy thought, wasn't it?

She knew Hermione wanted her with her, but she also knew that the pain in Y/n's eyes was a constant reminder of what was to come.

Y/n sighed softly as she leaned against the tall bookcase, content to observe Hermione's enrapturement from afar. A bittersweet pang echoed through her chest - she wanted nothing more than to soothe her love's sorrow, yet feared interrupting moments of fleeting joy.

Hermione shone brightest when absorbing worlds between pages, Y/n knew, and who was she to cloud those dazzling eyes, even briefly, with reminders of harshness soon to come? For now, she was content observing from the shadows, fixing each rapt expression in devoted memory.

For hours more she watched Hermione flit from shelf to shelf, jotting notes and laughing softly at discoveries. Like sunlight through stained glass, her delight lit the hidden corners of Y/n's heart, and she knew this gift of escape, however temporary, was well worth the distance. Hermione would seek her when ready; until then, she granted these hours lost in fanciful escape.

At last, Hermione emerged, eyes shiny and cheeks flushed - from joy or tears Y/n could not say, but the glow of new passion shone bright either way. Taking Y/n's hand softly in hers, Hermione smiled.

"Thank you," she whispered, and a gentle squeeze conveyed all else that need not be said. For the gifts of presence, memory, and unbroken love, were balm enough, however briefly, to see them through.

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12:38 P.M

Too soon the afternoon waned, and they moved to the little corner cafe hand in hand. Laughter echoed from within as regulars called out greetings, sensing Hermione's need for normalcy. Their favorite spot by the window awaited, warmed by the sun.

Over sandwiches and steaming chai, Hermione told tales of travels they'd take one day, very much hitting the stage of denial. Y/n committed each dream to heart anyway, determined to weave them from memory when the time came to say farewell. Hermione would be with her on those travels...just not in the form that Y/n wants her to be in.

"Sounds great 'Mione, I'll look at flights for the summer" Y/n whispered with a soft smile as their eyes welled up with tears, but they didn't fall.

"Thank you, my love," she said with a shakey breath.

Y/n gazed at Hermione with eyes brimming yet bearing her gentlest smile. To indulge denial's comfort seemed the kindest fiction, a shelter from harsh truth just for a while.

"I can see us strolling cobbled lanes in Paris," she said softly. "Sipping wine as colors change along the Seine. And what of Rome - the ruins at sunset, your hand in mine." Her voice threatened to crack but held firm.

Hermione's shining tears spilled then, yet joy laced her features too. Both knew flights were but a fairy tale, a sweet distraction for a heavy soul. But oh, what magic lay in dreams! Y/n grasped each one to heart as future memories never to be lived but treasured all the same.

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5:12 P.M

As dusk fell, they walked home beneath a sky the same color as roses, their clasped fingers speaking all the love borne of shared years. The wind blew through their hair, making a shiver run down Hermione's back.

As they stepped back into their home, anxiousness hung in the air, like a cloud of black and grey circling them.

Hermione had lasted far longer than either had expected, but that just meant Y/n would lose her here. In their home.

A heaviness fell upon their hearts as Y/n closed the familiar door behind them. The house, filled with memories of shared life, now seemed haunted by those same ghosts. Hermione turned to her then, eyes glistening yet resolute.

"Let us make the most of whatever time remains," she said, taking Y/n's hands in hers and leaning their foreheads gently together.

"However you need me, my love, I am yours," Y/n says as she swallows back tears, determined to be the rock Hermione requires. A small, bittersweet smile touched Hermione's lips.

"Then hold me, one last time, before I go to bed alone"

She didn't want Y/n to see her go, and more than likely didn't want her to see her body either.

Y/n nodded, feeling fresh tears threatening to spill over. She led Hermione gently to the sofa, sitting and pulling her into her arms.

"I'm here, my love. For as long as fate will allow." She whispers as she presses a trembling kiss to Hermione's forehead, breathing in the scent of her hair as if to memorize it.

No more words were needed in that quiet moment. They held each other close, listening to the rhythm of breathing and heartbeats that had become as familiar as their own. Time seemed suspended, an ephemeral bubble sheltering them from darkness closing in.

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9:37 P.M

All too quickly, the night stole in through windows like an ushering specter. With a shuddering sigh, Hermione withdrew just enough to meet Y/n's damp gaze.

"Don't forget me," she whispered. Y/n kissed away a tear crumbling down her cheek.

"Never"

With one last lingering embrace and goodnight kiss, Hermione rose. A heaviness settled into Y/n's heart as she watched her love fade into the looming shadows of what might be their final night.

She heard their bedroom door open and close, and that's when her body began to shake like it did this morning. She tried to cry as quietly as she could, not wanting to guilt Hermione any more than she already had.

This was it. Tomorrow morning she would call emergency services and explain everything. They would collect her remains, and then she would have to call her lover's parents.

"I wish I didn't know" Y/n whispered to herself as she cried.

Y/n sat trembling on the sofa, wracked with silent sobs as the cruel hands of fate closed in around her heart. To have found such love only to lose it so soon, in circumstances beyond any power to change, was a cruelty beyond imagining.

She longed to break down the bedroom door and hold Hermione through the night, sheltering her from the darkness to come. But denying reality could rob them of whatever scarce moments were left to treasure each other.

Taking a shuddering breath, Y/n rose unsteadily and made her way to the back porch, collapsing onto the worn wooden steps and gazing up through blurry eyes at stars aglow with all the light years between them.

Somewhere up there, in that vast sea of souls, she hoped a gentle piece of Hermione's spirit watched over her, as she would cherish the memories of her love's beautiful life here below.

Hands clenched tight, she poured out all her tears to the heavens, for the future lost, the joy now shadowed by sorrow's veil.

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6:12 A.M

Y/n took a breath as she watched the sunrise from their porch, knowing what she needed to do now.

She called emergency services and asked them to receive her lover's body from their bedroom. When asked how she had passed, Y/n just responded with:

"I don't know. She didn't want me to see her like that"

The operator gave a soft apology for her loss and told her that the coroner was on their way, and to just stay as she was.

Y/n hung up and stared at the sunset.

...

Then her phone rang with a once dreaded ringtone.

She began to smile.

[holdupjack]

The Assistant

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Minister Hermione

WARNING: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

First Month As Minister

Hermione let her leg shake as piles of paper and documents were scattered around her desk, some had fallen off onto the ground at some point.

She had spent her whole life trying to make a name for herself and she had finally done it. Yet, that didn't mean things got easier.

It got more difficult. Much. Much. More difficult.

She had no one to lean on anymore. Ron had moved out last year after their divorce was finalized, and they never had children so...

She was alone now.

Harry had convinced her to at least splurge on hiring an assistant at work. Hermione could be less stressed and maybe make a new friend.

After a week of going through resumes, she found the perfect person for the job. A woman named Y/n Y/l/n, she's had outstanding recommendations from her former employers.

They had a phone call interview, and Hermione enjoyed talking to her and learning about Y/n's goals and strengths in the workplace. The older woman was quickly swayed into hiring her.

Knock! Knock!

Hermione's eyes flicked up to find a young woman at her office door, she had a nice shirt and dress pants on. Very much on the masculine side of fashion, but the Minister thought she pulled it off quite nicely.

"Yes? May I help you?" Hermione asks as she raises an eyebrow. She should have been panicked to find a random person in her office, but she knew her security wouldn't have let her in if she didn't have clearance.

"Good Morning Minister! My name is Y/n Y/l/n, your new assistant" she explains and Hermione quickly stood up to greet her as she walked in.

They shook hands as they beamed at one another, happy to finally meet.

"Oh, Y/n! I completely forgot that today was your first day, please forgive me" Hermione chuckled nervously as their hands dropped, but the new assistant still grinned.

"It's quite alright, I'm ready to work" she replies as Hermione seems scrambled to think of something for her to do. Y/n immediately took notice.

"May I help you organize?" Y/n asked as she stepped towards the side of the desk, watching as the brunette was frazzled slightly from her panic.

"If you can figure out a system, I will be forever grateful," Hermione says with a small sigh as Y/n looks over the piles of work that are scattered all around the room. She made sure not to step on anything.

"Let's see..."

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Y/n spent the day sitting on the ground next to her desk as she figured out the best system for the new Minister.

Hermione was mostly out of the office for the day, but when she returned from her meeting with the head of the Law Department. She was surprised to find her office clean and organized, with even a bag of food from the local Chinese restaurant.

Her eyes looked around to find her new employee and soon found her eating at her desk in the hall across from her office door.

How hadn't she seen her when she walked in from the elevator? She must really be in her mind today.

"Did you grab food for yourself as well?" Hermione asks. The last thing she'd want was for her assistant to not take advantage of free food on the Ministry's dime.

"Yes Minister, how was your meeting?" Y/n replied as she ate her food, her eyes shifting to meet her boss.

"Long." Hermione states as she chuckles softly and sits on the corner of Y/n's desk, a quiet sigh leaves her lips.

"I love my job, but arguing with a man with an inflated ego really puts a damper on it" she continues as Y/n looks up at her with a small smile.

"Weren't you married to a man with an inflated ego?" Y/n asks to which Hermione blinked a few times before she responds. Then her face flushed.

Y/n almost apologized immediately for such an intrusive question, but something held her back.

Sometimes Hermione forgot that her life was back in the spotlight again after being so long in the shadows.

"I was" Hermione chuckled in return she cleared her throat from her initial shock from the question. Granted, it was inappropriate to ask, but the Minister didn't see any harm from answering truthfully.

"Then you can handle the likes of these man-children with ease" Y/n grinned as she leaned back in her desk chair, it tilted slightly.

Hermione began to laugh, covering her mouth for a moment, acting like they weren't the only people on this floor.

"You're right, if I can survive seven years with Ron, then I can survive a few hours with them," she says with a smile of her own, Y/n noted in her mind that this was the first time she had smiled genuinely today.

Y/n nodded in agreement, appreciating Hermione's ability to find strength and resilience in the face of adversity.

"It takes a strong person to handle difficult situations with grace," Y/n remarked, her admiration evident in her voice.

Hermione smiled warmly at Y/n's words, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her newfound acquaintance.

"Thank you," she replied sincerely.

"It hasn't always been easy, I've learned to navigate through the challenges." She paused for a moment, reflecting on her journey.

"I suppose it's a testament to the power of friendship and the importance of standing up for what you believe in." she finishes, as her mind goes back to Hogwarts. Y/n nodded, their eyes meeting in understanding.

"Yes, I can see how your friendships have played a significant role in shaping who you are today," she said thoughtfully.

"And it's inspiring to see how you've used your platform to advocate for change and equality," Y/n says as she gazed into Hermione's eyes. Hermione's smile widened, her eyes shining with gratitude.

"Thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to hear that." She took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, her voice filled with determination.

A soft blush did make its way onto her cheeks though.

Hermione took a deep breath as she went back to her desk, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. It was time to dive headfirst into her role as Minister, to embrace the new responsibilities that lay before her.

The challenges she faced were immense, but she was determined to make a difference and lead with integrity.

As she settled back into her office chair, she glanced around the room, now neat and organized thanks to Y/n's efforts.

The piles of papers that had once overwhelmed her were now neatly stacked, ready to be tackled one by one. It was a small victory, but it gave Hermione a sense of control amidst the chaos.

With renewed focus, Hermione turned her attention to the stack of documents on her desk. Each file represented a different issue, a different decision to be made. She knew that her decisions would shape the lives of countless individuals and impact the future of the wizarding world.

She picked up the first document and began to read, absorbing the details and considering the potential consequences of each choice.

It was a delicate balance, weighing the needs of the community against the limitations and resources available. She knew that she couldn't please everyone, but she was determined to make decisions that were fair and just.

As the hours passed, Hermione found herself engrossed in the work. The weight of her responsibilities was both exhilarating and humbling.

Y/n watched from her desk across the hall, observing Hermione's dedication and passion. She admired the way Hermione approached each task with a meticulous attention to detail, never wavering in her pursuit of justice.

Y/n had seen many leaders in her career, but there was something different about Hermione. She possessed a rare combination of intelligence, empathy, and unwavering determination.

After a long day of decision-making and policy review, Hermione finally leaned back in her chair, feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. She glanced at the clock on her desk and realized it was already late in the evening. The day had flown by in a blur of paperwork, meetings, and discussions.

Y/n, sensing Hermione's weariness, stood up from her desk and walked over to the small kitchen near their work space and began to make a kettle of tea. She whistled as she sat on  counter and waited for the water to boil on the stove.

Hermione's eyes flicked up for a moment when she heard soft whistling, and when she didn't spot Y/n at her desk, she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Y/n?" She called out, but when she didn't get a reply back, she almost stood up to investigate, but another document caught her eye.

"For fucks sake, another high insurance cost for the Jinx Removal floor?" Hermione mumbles to herself.

Y/n soon walked towards her office. She knocked gently on the door before entering, a tray of tea and biscuits in her hands.

"I thought you could use a break, Minister, you've been working tirelessly all day." Y/n said, setting the tray down on Hermione's desk.

Hermione smiled gratefully, appreciating Y/n's thoughtfulness. She poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip, the warm liquid soothing her tired mind.

"Thank you, Y/n," Hermione said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

"I couldn't have made it through today without your support...I honestly probably would have been a wreck" she chuckles fo herself as Y/n nodded, a soft smile on her face.

"It's my pleasure, Minister. I'm here to assist you in any way I can." Y/n replies as Hermione offered her a cup as well. She watched as her assistant sat on the loveseat in her office and gave a quiet sigh of relief.

As they sat there, sipping tea and enjoying a moment of respite, Hermione felt a sense of camaraderie and trust between them. Y/n had quickly become more than just an assistant; she had become a confidante and a source of support.

"I must admit," Hermione began, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

"Being a Minister is more challenging than I ever imagined. But I'm determined to make a difference." She sighs softly as Y/n's eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Hermione.

"And you will, Minister. Your dedication and passion are evident in everything you do."

Hermione's resolve strengthened, fueled by Y/n's words of encouragement. She knew that the road ahead would be filled with obstacles and difficult decisions, but she also knew that she had the support of her team and the unwavering belief in her own abilities.

As she finished her cup of tea, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. The first month as Minister had been a whirlwind, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. With Y/n by her side, she knew that together they could make a real difference in the wizarding world.

And so, Hermione closed her eyes, taking a moment to savor the quiet before the storm.

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A couple months later...

In the months that followed, Hermione found herself drawn to Y/n in ways she couldn't quite explain. It was more than just admiration for her work ethic and intelligence. There was a connection—a spark—that seemed to grow with each passing day.

As they worked side by side, discussing policies and strategies, Hermione felt a sense of ease and comfort in Y/n's presence.

Their conversations went beyond work, delving into personal anecdotes and shared interests. Y/n's wit and charm were captivating, and Hermione found herself looking forward to their interactions.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Hermione sat in her office, reflecting on the events of the day. Her thoughts kept drifting to Y/n, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them.

The idea both excited and frightened her—excited because she hadn't felt this way in a long time, and frightened because she didn't want to jeopardize their professional relationship.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione decided to confide in her closest friend, Harry. She knew he would provide the guidance and support she needed.

The next day, during their lunch break, Hermione found herself sitting across from Harry at a small café near the Ministry. She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up.

"Harry, I need to talk to you about something," Hermione began, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

"Of course, Hermione. What's on your mind?"

Harry asks as he raised an eyebrow, his green eyes curious. Hermione took a sip of her tea, gathering her thoughts.

"It's about Y/n, my assistant," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I think... I think I might be falling in love with her."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself, clearing his throat and leaning forward slightly.

"Well, that's quite a revelation, Hermione. Have you spoken to her about your feelings?" He asks quietly as he stared at her. Hermione shook her head, her curls bouncing slightly.

"No, not yet. I wanted to talk to you first, get some perspective." She replies as Harry leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, Hermione, love can be complicated, especially in a professional setting. But I've seen the way you two interact, and there's no denying the chemistry between you." He states with a small smile as he thought back on the times he gone up for a quick chat, and found them in such a deep discussion that they didn't even notice him there.

A blind man could hear their longing and teasing whispers back and forth were much more than casual banter.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of hope and fear flooding through her as she took in his words.

"Do you think it's wise to pursue this, Harry? What if it doesn't work out? I don't want to lose her as a colleague or a friend." She asks, thinking of all the HR department meetings she's been in recently.

Harry reached across the table and placed a comforting hand on Hermione's. He had his comforting smile shining brightly, like he use to when she was to much inside her head,

"Love is always a risk, Hermione. But sometimes, the greatest rewards come from taking those risks. If you truly believe there's something special between you and Y/n, then it might be worth exploring." He says as he leaned back and took a sip of his coffee, which was now a bit cold. Hermione nodded, her mind filled with swirling thoughts and emotions.

"Thank you, Harry. Your advice means a lot to me." She replies with a soft breath as she ran and nervously hand through her curls.

They sat in silence for a few moments, Hermione contemplating her next steps. She knew that she couldn't let fear hold her back from what could potentially be a beautiful connection.

But she also didn't want to lose her job and be known as the Minister with the shortest time in office.

As the days turned into weeks, Hermione found herself unable to shake off her growing feelings for Y/n. She longed for a deeper connection, a chance to explore what lay beneath the surface. She knew that it was time to have an honest conversation with Y/n, to lay her cards on the table.

Question was, would Y/n fold?

Hermione was currently in her office, going through this months expenses spreadsheet. Her eyes darted over the too many zeros that landed on the total sum, which only made her want to run her head through a wall.

"Are you alright, Minister?"

She jumped and looked up to find Y/n leaning against her doorframe, a small raise of her eyebrow.

"What? Yes! No! Wait, what was the the question?" She coughed out in surprise,

Smooth Hermione, smooth.

"I asked if you were alright" Y/n chuckled as she walked in and sat at one of the two chairs in front of Hermione's desk.

"Oh! I'm fine. Just looking over the expenses" Hermione sighs out as Y/n grinned slightly, a glint of understanding in her eye.

"You saw that number too? I don't think I'd ever make that much in two lifetimes" She chuckled as Hermione began to smile, her hair falling slightly in her face.

"You think you could have that much in three lifetimes?" She asks and Y/n sighed, a soft smile on her lips.

"Fine. Six lifetimes." She admitted, making Hermione snicker softly as she put the paper away in one of the piles. She'd deal with it later.

Her eyes flickered to the clock that hung on her wall and she was surprised to see it already 9 p.m. Their eyes reconnect as Hermione straightened her back and took a small deep breath.

"You should really get home Y/n. It's so late now." Hermione sighs as she grabbed another stack of folders from her 'IN' box. How she wished she still was able to go home at regular times.

"I don't go home till you do" Y/n hummed as she rested her leg over the other and watched her Minister stress about things that could very much wait till tomorrow.

Hermione looked back up at her with a soft chuckle, this wasn't the first time Y/n had said this, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

"You're loyalty to me is unmatched" Hermione whispers as Y/n grinned even more, making the Ministers face feel hot as she could hear Harry's words from the Cafe echo somewhere in the back of her mind. She had to confess her feelings, it was now or never.

"Of course" Y/n replied as she stood up and walked over to Hermione's desk, grabbing half the stack of folders, and walking back to the seat.

Hermione took a steadying breath as Y/n sat back down, their eyes meeting once more. In those piercing eyes she saw kindness, dedication, and something else she dared not name, at least not yet.

But the hours were growing late and she knew her courage would fade with the light if she did not speak her truth now.

"Y/n, there is something I must confess." Her voice came out soft yet resolute. Setting her quill down, she folded her hands as if in prayer to steady them.

"These past few months working together, I have come to rely on you not just as my assistant but as...as someone very dear to me. Your support and friendship have meant more than I can say." She paused, afraid to continue yet knowing she had come too far to turn back.

Would Y/n understand? Return her feelings? Or would this truth destroy the bond they had built? Only one way to find out.

"What I'm trying to say is...I care for you as more than a colleague or friend. My affections have grown beyond what is appropriate. I understand if this makes you uncomfortable and of course nothing needs to change. Your friendship is most important to me. I simply couldn't bear not speaking the truth, for fear of what might have been." She states, her words hung between them, freighted with vulnerability and hope.

A gentle smile spread across Y/n's face as Hermione spoke, her own cheeks flushing pink in response. One did not earn the position of Ministry assistant without possessing a cool head in delicate situations, yet even she found herself momentarily flustered by such raw honesty.

"Hermione," she began, settling into a relaxed yet attentive pose as if to set them both at ease.

"I must admit I had hoped my own feelings were not so transparent. You have been quite inspiring to work for, though 'inspiring' fails to capture all that I feel." Y/n whispers, her eyes held Hermione's gaze steadily, conveying warmth and care beneath the subtle tease.

"Say rather that serving you has allowed me to see your true heart - wise, compassionate, and now open to me in a way I dare not have dreamed. I would be remiss in my duties if I did not return such openness in kind." She states with as a playful glint entered her eye then, lightening the mood.

"So is that permission to call you something other than 'Minister' once we've left this office behind...? I believe the day calls for a walk, if you're agreeable." She asks with a grin, her smile lingered hopefully. Hermione jumped up with alacrity, her chair toppling backwards in her haste.

"Of course, I - oh shit!" She whispers as papers scattered far and wide as a thick dossier slipped off the edge of her desk, sending important documents fluttering every which way.

Y/n couldn't suppress a lively peal of laughter at the sheepish expression on Hermione's flushed face, and soon the two women found themselves giggling uncontrollably like schoolgirls caught in mischief.

"I do believe the Ministry can spare its esteemed leader for an evening," Y/n teased, rising to assist in the cleanup.

Her gentle fingers brushed Hermione's as she passed over a fallen piece of parchment, and their eyes met once more - full of mirth now, and something sweeter behind it. What a sight they must be, the usually steadfast Minister reduced to this giddy state!

Yet in that moment, surrounded by paperwork and possibilities, any shred of propriety seemed a small price to pay for the joy of Y/n's company outside these walls.

At last the disaster area was tamed, and with a flourish Y/n opened the office door.

"After you, Minister." She says, her tone held only warm affection now. As they embarked into the lamplit corridors arm in arm, a whisper of what delights the night might hold hung tantalizingly in the air.

But for the present, a stroll beneath the stars with good company would be magic enough. Our story's lovebirds had earned an evening of carefree happiness.

[holdupjack]

I Thought Of You As…

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

Y/n had been wandering around the school grounds for what felt like hours, searching for Hermione after the disastrous confrontation with Ron at the Yule Ball. The air was chilly and the sky was dimly lit, creating an eerie atmosphere that only added to Y/n's growing sense of anxiety and frustration.

With each passing minute, it felt like the chances of finding Hermione were dwindling, and Y/n couldn't help but wonder if she was even still on school grounds. Despite the overwhelming feeling of defeat, Y/n refused to give up and continued her search, determined to find her friend no matter how long it took.

She had disappeared rather quickly. The argument that had taken place near that stairwell could be heard by almost everyone in the vicinity.

The tension was palpable, and it seemed like the discussion had been brewing for a while. Despite Y/n's best efforts to reach her, the other person seemed determined to avoid any further confrontation and left the area swiftly.

Y/n's ears perked up as she heard the sound of soft sniffling coming from a nearby stairway, causing her to pause in her tracks.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she carefully made her way towards the sound, peeking around the corner to see the brunette, still dressed in her delicate pink gown, sitting on the steps with her head in her hands.

The dim light cast a soft glow over the scene and Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the girl.

As their eyes met, she noticed the tell-tale signs of distress on Hermione's face.

"Hey...are you okay?" Y/n asked. Hermione tried to compose herself, but her emotions got the better of her as a fresh wave of tears threatened to spill over.

Quickly wiping her face, she put on a brave smile, attempting to hide her true feelings.

"Not really, no," she says with a chuckle as Y/n walks over and takes a seat beside her, sighing softly.

"I'm sorry, that was a stupid question," Y/n says as they both fall into a comfortable silence. Hermione continued to sniffle and wipe her eyes.

Y/n and Hermione had been friends for a while, and it was no secret that Y/n found the Gryffindor very attractive. It was a playful tease that most of their friends played on her.

Hermione has asked around the subject a few times when she initially found out about the teasing, but Y/n never spoke to her about it. Refused even!

It was obvious that Y/n had no plans of asking her out, so Hermione let it be. Annoyed, but understanding.

She didn't want to make the wrong move or find out that she had misunderstood the entire thing. So, ignorance became her new best friend. But as of recently, she had been having second thoughts about waiting around.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/n blurts out, which she didn't plan on by the look on her face.

"Yes, it was the first year, a little way into the first semester," Hermione said with a small smile as she wiped her eyes, looking down at her lap. Her hands played with the fabric of her dress, she felt the tool tickle the pads of her fingers.

"Now, do you remember when Ginny grabbed me by the lake and dropped me into the water in my second year?" Y/n asks with a smile as Hermione starts to laugh. Her mind remembers vividly the look on Y/n's face when she trudged out of the lake.

"Oh god, why did she drop you into it?" she asks, and Y/n just snickers softly as Hermione leans over and chuckles.

"She wanted to see if she could pick me up while on her broom...then she lost her grip while hovering over the lake." Y/n sighed as Hermione continued to giggle at the memory.

"I think you've seen the better part of my most embarrassing moments in this school," Y/n says with a smile as Hermione nods, sniffling again.

"I have more memories with you than Ron and Harry, surprisingly," she says as she takes another deep breath, trying to shake off the hurt in her chest. Y/n scooted a bit closer and placed her hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"Men aren't worth crying over," she says with a soft smile, making the brunette chuckle as she leans herself closer to Y/n.

"Why are they jerks then?" Hermione asks with a sigh as Y/n wraps her arm around her shoulders.

"Same reason women cry, emotions," Y/n responds as she watches Hermione stay quiet for a moment, before looking back up at her.

“You’re right," she hums as the smell of cinnamon and vanilla hit Y/n’s nose, making her blink in surprise why the soothing scent,

"Want to go back? I think Viktor is waiting for you" Y/n whispers as her hand falls from her shoulder, but Hermione shakes her head as she stands up and brushes off her dress.

"I’m done for one night...would you like to stay in my room for a while? If you would like to that is" She asks as she looks down at Y/n and straightens her back slightly. Nervousness racked through her spine.

“I’d like that a lot actually” Y/n replies quietly as she stands up, watching Hermione start to grin as they begin their walk up to the Gryffindor tower.

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As they made their way up to Hermione’s dorm, Y/n couldn’t help but start to think back on all of the times when she questioned if the girl beside her was even interested in her in a romantic sense.

It was hard to tell.

Or Y/n was blinded by any hints she may have given up until this point?

When they had made it to her dorm, it was surprisingly ten times warmer. Y/n noticed the furnace was still running with no one inside.

“Sorry, Ginny hates coming back to the dorm and it’s freezing. That’s why it’s as hot as the sun in here” Hermione chuckled as she placed her tiara on the desk.

“That’s alright,” Y/n says as she sits down on Hermione’s bed and runs her fingers through her hair. Hermione shuffled around for a moment as she grabbed a dry-cleaning garment bag from her closet.

Y/n looked at her hands, her eyes tracing her finger pads as she heard her name called. She looked up to find the brunette grasping her hair to one side with her back turned towards her.

“Can you unzip me?” She asked and Y/n hummed as she stood up. Her shoes squeaked slightly on the wood slope as she walked over took ahold of the zipper and slowly pulled it down.

Y/n looked past her shoulder to find Hermione already looking back at her through the body mirror that hung between the two beds in front of them.

“Thank you,” Hermione says with a small smile, and Y/n just cleared her throat and nodded, looking away as the zipper reached the end. She backed away and sat back on the bed, in the corner of her eye she could see Hermione walking into the bathroom.

When the door shut, Y/n took a breath and rubbed her face with the palms of her hands in a way to calm herself.

After a few minutes of silence, the door reopened and Hermione stepped out in a loose t-shirt and some shorts. Her hair was brushed out of its former hairstyle and now was free to dangle past her shoulders.

She walked back to the closet and hung up her dress, which was now safely sealed away in the garment bag.

“You're quiet,” Hermione says with a smile as she looks over her shoulder and closes the closet door. Y/n shrugged as she leaned back against Hermione's headboard looking at her with a matching grin.

“I was waiting for you. Would you have liked to hear me talk to myself?” Y/n chuckled as Hermione sat next to her and I looked over. Their eyes met and Hermione hummed in thought for a moment.

“What do you talk about?” she asks as their shoulders touch from the small proximity, due to them trying to stay on the twin-sized bed.

“Cursing the people I hate, how to solve world problems, and sometimes pondering if I could survive a life or death situation,” Y/n said with a smile as Hermione looked at her with fondness.

“Would you survive?”

“God no”

Hermione began to laugh as she bumped her shoulder with Y/n’s, now getting a whiff of her Cologne. It caught her attention. It was a heavenly spiced scent.

Their eyes met again as Hermione slowly calmed down from her laughter, she began to think back on the reason Y/n was teased by their friends.

“Y/n, may I ask you a question?” she asks as their arms lean onto one another. Y/n nodded in response as they both looked away from each other.

“Of course, you never need to ask” Y/n chuckled as she leaned her head back on the headboard.

“Well then, why won't you talk about why our friends tease you?” she asks and Y/n lets out a soft chuckle, then a sigh following after.

“That mind of yours never lets go of impertinent questions” Y/n replied as she said down to lay onto the bed, leaving Hermione to look down at her with a raised eyebrow.

They stared at each other for a few minutes, their eyes darting at all the secrets that were cracking through the facade.

Y/n’s eyes kept their gaze on Hermione’s, even though they were still slightly red and puffy from crying, her eyes still held so many unspoken questions.

"Pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts" Y/n whispers under her breath, making Hermione furrow her eyebrows and hum in confusion.

"What?" She asks with a slight chuckle.

"It's a quote I once heard...when I first heard it, I thought of you" Y/n states simply as she looks up at the ceiling.

"People warned me about becoming friends with one of the people in the ‘golden trio’, but I quite enjoy your company." She says, allowing her eyes to wander the ceiling, noticing the beautiful hand-crafted wood that held up the support beams.

"Many thought I was trying to get on your good side, like somehow I was in it for some prize for the long run" Y/n huffed in annoyance as she unbuttoned her suit jacket and laid her hands behind her head.

"I have no idea why people automatically assume that anyone trying to be your friend is trying to get something out of you. They think of you as an easy target for some reason. A means to a fruitful end...but I thought of you as the..." she stops herself.

"Sorry I don't mean to ramble" Y/n sighed as she took one of her hands and rubbed her forehead with the edge of her palm.

She hears sudden shuffling, Hermione’s eyes catch hers again as she hovers over Y/n, her forearms on either side of the girl's head.

"You thought of me as what...?" Hermione whispers, her eyes searching Y/n’s for the unspoken answers to her unspoken questions.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something but she was stalled. Her heart pounded rapidly against the white dress shirt that covered her upper body.

Hermione waited patiently, her fingers grasped the fabric of the bedding, showing no signs of moving anytime soon.

The silence between them was loud. Too loud.

"I thought of you as the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with..." Y/n finally whispers back, Hermione stares at her a moment before slowly leaning down, their lips brushing.

"Wanted?" She whispers as her heart pounded.

This was it. She admitted it.

"Want" Y/n mumbled back as Hermione quickly closed the gap between them. The kiss is everything they thought it would be, the feeling of something missing was replaced with excitement of what the future would hold for the two of them.

The girl above her was the past, present, and future.

The girl below her was the reason she breathed now. The reason the world had meaning.

That may sound dramatic if they were to utter those words to their friends, but it was the truth in their minds.

That’s all that mattered.

[holdupjack]

The Captains Princess Pt.2

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Part 1

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Pirates and Royalty

WARNING: SMUT 18+/MINORS DNI

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Third Person P.O.V:

November 24th, 1655

Hermione sat at her desk as sea shanties were muffled by the closed doors behind her. Her eyes darted around the map she was given by her captain earlier today.

They had stopped at one of the fishing towns in the American Colonies to resupply and trade for various items the crew needed. Y/n said they had been here multiple times before, and decided to wake Hermione in the early morning when they arrived.

Hermione had to keep her head down for the most part during their journey around the world. It quickly spread about what had happened in her home country, and an enormous bounty had been set on Y/n's head.

Well, a bigger bounty at least.

It had been barely three in the morning when she was awoken, Y/n smiling as she whispered about taking her around the town before anyone competent was awake.

Hermione was out the door when she was given the 'go ahead' by the Captain to see the foreign land she dreamed of.

Y/n chuckled as she grabbed her bag of coins from the shelf near the door, and jogged after her.

"Are you sure? Do you think it's safe for me to go off ship?" Hermione asks as she slips on her coat, looking over the sleeping town. Y/n hummed as she greeted Draco and switched head apparel with him, much to his dismay.

The Captain's hat was smaller on him, but he knew Y/n couldn't go out looking like her description. So, he begrudgingly gave up his dark grey bandanna.

"As long as we don't bring any attention to ourselves, then we'll be fine." Y/n hummed as she watched Hermione put her hair into a tight bun.

"Are you warning yourself or me?" Hermione asks with a smirk of teasing as she watches the seasoned leader walk onto the board and hold out her hand.

"Depends, do you plan to join me in some hijinks?" Y/n asks as Hermione takes her hand and travels onto the dock with the Captain.

"What kind of hijinks, Cap?" Hermione asks as their hands drop, but Y/n is quick to hold out her arm for her to take.

"Might pickpocket the wealthy, charm a few women...who knows what this night will entail?" Y/n says as Hermione takes her arm as they walk down the dock. The young former Princess hummed softly as the lanterns guided their way onto the mainland.

"Can we explore a little before we are run out?" Hermione asks with a chuckle as she let her eyes roam the buildings that stood near the bay.

"For you, Princess? I'll be on my best behavior" Y/n says as they walk further into town, the road seems to be deserted, but the houses have soft lighting shining out the window.

"I know you said you wanted a life with adventure, but do you ever think about settling down in the future?" Y/n asks as their eyes peered into the home to their left, a man and woman were asleep on the couch as their child lay between them.

"Maybe, depends if I find someone worth settling with," Hermione says as they walk by, before looking back at the emptiness of the street in front of them.

It was silent for a block before Hermione retorted with the same question.

"What about you, do you ever see yourself giving up the helm?" She asks to which Y/n gives her a flirtatious smirk and pulls her closer.

"Only for you" she states to which Hermione rolled her eyes and looked back in front of her. Their 'relationship' had been changing slowly but surely, both of them getting more comfortable as time went on.

"You are saying that just to get a rise out of me" Hermione chuckles softly as they walk down an empty alleyway when a couple begins to approach them.

"Is it working?" Y/n asks as they walk out onto another sidewalk, Hermione just pats her stomach.

"If that helps you sleep at night" she responds as they watch a horse-drawn wagon go by with a young boy sleeping in the back, newspapers all around him.

(A/N: Newspapers were invented in 1605)

"What about kids?" Y/n asks as they start walking toward the town square. The sky was getting brighter, but the sun had yet to show itself. The black sky was turning to blue above them.

"Kids? I never gave it much thought until marriage was being put upon me" Hermione mutters as her fingertips brush the Captain's wrist.

"Not one Prince piqued your interest? Made you wonder how pretty your kids would be with them?" Y/n asks with a grin as the former Princess huffs in annoyance, pinching her forearm in silent protest.

"No! I was sixteen when they started spewing about marriage and 'carrying on the lineage'." she states as they walk past a big courthouse, they have announcements posted for weddings this weekend. Ironic.

"Ah, you were thinking about what to name your new pony and what kind of dessert you wanted for your birthday party" Y/n teased as Hermione reached up and smacked her forehead.

"I said sixteen, not six" Hermione says with a roll of her eyes as Y/n snickered as they stopped in front of a library across the street. The Captain would see the intrigue in her eyes, and couldn't help but bump her shoulder.

"Want to explore inside? It says it's open" Y/n says as she begins to pull Hermione with her, who was trying to put her feet on the ground at this point.

"Are you crazy?! What if someone recognizes us?" she whispers as the stronger girl pulls her towards the library. Their hands interlocked as Hermione was tugged across the street, Y/n had a grin on her face.

"You know how to run, don't you?" she replies with a grin as they slip through the front door, Hermione grasped the back of Y/n's shirt with her other hand in pure nervousness.

The librarian didn't even bother looking up as she wrote down something in a journal, the two quietly walked down the aisles, Hermione's eyes sparkled as she let go of Y/n's hand. Yet she kept a hand on her though, not letting the sneaky captain out of her orbit.

"Too bad I can't take them all with me" Hermione whispers as her free hand skims along the spines of the books.

"Steal one" Y/n whispers with a smirk and Hermione rolls her eyes, a smile of her own being revealed.

"You haven't rubbed off on me yet" she chuckled as she pulled Y/n with her down the row.

"You haven't let me yet do that yet..." Y/n grumbled as Hermione smacked her stomach again.

"Rubbed off, not on" Hermione flushed with a harsh whisper as Y/n snicked again, enjoying making the well-mannered girl blush.

Hermione mumbled small curses as she pulled Y/n down the row, feeling the sensation of the Captain staring at the back of her head.

"Stop staring" Hermione states as her face fights the redness away from her cheeks. Y/n quietly snickered as she ran into the back of the Princess when she wasn't looking.

They stumble slightly as Hermione places a hand on her chest as she peeks around the corner.

The sheriff stood near a bulletin board, nailing a wanted and missing persons poster on it.

WANTED:

Y/N Y/L/N

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

REWARD:

$50,000

"Dammit, the news made it here too" Hermione whispered as Y/n wrapped her arms around the girl's waist.

MISSING PERSONS:

HERMIONE GRANGER

PRINCESS OF ICELANDIA

BROWN HAIR

BROWN EYES

5'5

145 POUNDS

REWARD:

$5,000

"Why are you worth more than me? I'm the Princess!" Hermione grumbled as Y/n rested her chin on the brunette's shoulder and peeked around the corner.

"It was added on, it was forty-five thousand before" Y/n whispers as the Sheriff walks away, they can hear the opening and closing of the front doors.

"We need to get back to the ship, this is bad" Hermione mumbles back as she slips from Y/n's grasp and carefully steps down the small walkway on the other side of the shelves, out of the librarian's sight.

"You worry too much" Y/n whispers as she follows nonchalantly, while Hermione tries to be as inconspicuous as possible. Which just made her stand out more.

"You need to worry more!" Hermione whispers back as she hides around corners, while Y/n simply walks past her and toward the bulletin board.

"Y/n!" She called out softly as the Captain simply walked up and quietly ripped off the posters. The Librarian didn't even bother to look up again, she wasn't paid enough to care.

Y/n threw out the posters, but when she turned around, Hermione grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked her out of sight.

A little too hard actually, because Y/n ended up slamming into her, knocking them both to the ground. They land with a loud thud, Y/n landing on top of Hermione with a soft 'huff'.

"Is everything alright?" The librarian calls out, but from the sound of her voice, she still didn't give a rat's ass.

"Yes, just dropped a book!" The Captain replies as the librarian just hums in response. Hermione covered her mouth as she fought back some laughter, Y/n looked at her with a smile as she loomed over her.

"Are you alright Princess?" She whispers as Hermione buries her face in Y/n's shirt to muffle her embarrassed giggles.

"I hate you sometimes, you make me do the most idiotic things" Hermione whispered against her neck when she turned to unmute herself. A shiver ran across Y/n's spine as her breath wafted over her skin.

"That 'hate' of yours isn't strong enough to make you walk away" Y/n replied as she mumbled against her ear, she felt Hermione's grasp tighten on her shirt.

"Yet" she whispers back, but that only makes the Captain chuckle softly.

"Don't lie. Princesses don't lie" the Captain says as she hears the soft hitch of a gasp from Hermione's throat. Y/n pressed her nails into the wood of the floor next to the girl's head, fighting the urge to do something...'impolite' as the former royal would call it.

They stared at one another, the threat of getting caught growing more and more by the second.

"Hermione..." Y/n whispers as their lips brush, and a chill runs down the brunette's spine, her own nails digging into the captain's shoulders when she trailed her hands up to them.

"Sometimes I ask myself if you're a Siren in disguise... controlling my very self with your beauty and song" Y/n mumbled at her eyes hooded, teasing another kiss. Hermione bit back a gasp as her body began to burn.

To burn for her Captain.

They soon heard the front doors open again and more voices. It looks like their moment has to end. For now.

"Come on my lovely Siren, it's time to leave" Y/n whispers as she stands up and helps Hermione to her feet, who looked like she was ready to burst with flames from her cheeks.

Their hands intertwined as Y/n quickly zigzagged them through shelves upon shelves of literature. They eventually made it to an unlocked back door, they slipped through without anyone at the wiser.

There was a stairway that led back down to the town, their feet tumbled into a back alley. Hermione looked at Y/n as she looked up and down the small back street.

Hermione could feel her pulse point thumping against the skin of her neck. Her body felt like it was on fire. Her mind was screaming for something they couldn't do here.

Kisses. Touches. Love.

"Y/n" Hermione whispers desperately as the captain pulls her down to the crossroads, their hands squeeze for a moment.

"Yes?" Y/n replies as they look up and down the street, it is still pretty empty, but it won't be for long now that the sun is beginning to peak over the horizon.

"We have to get back to the ship" Hermione says as Y/n pulls her quickly down the street, they could see the crow's nest of the Morrigan, its black flag waved them home over the rooftops.

"Don't worry Princess, I'll get us to safety" Y/n chuckled as they sped through the alleyways and behind businesses.

Suddenly Hermione yanked her back, and Y/n stumbled backward, running into the brick wall behind a barber shop. The sun now peaked out enough to shine a sharp shadow just under Hermione's eyes.

Her irises shined like cinnamon under a lantern.

The Captain's breath got caught in her throat, their eyes caught in a gaze that was just pure yearning.

"My captain...you've done it" Hermione whispers as she kisses the corner of the sailor's mouth, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Done what?"

Hermione let her lips trail down Y/n's jaw, her teeth nipped and brushed against the sensitive skin, she seemed to be fighting back to urge to bite.

"You've finally broken my stance. My feet are no longer dug in the ground. I want you. I need you.

Y/n grasped the royals hips, nails digging slightly into her skin, but she didn't mind. She liked it.

"Siren..."

That nickname again. Why did it sound so good coming from her? Where is the 'my' in front of it?

"Yours. If you're going to call me that, at least stake your claim" Hermione whispers as her kisses trail down to the leader's neck. The sun was getting higher in the sky, and the alleyway wasn't going to hide their activities for much longer. They could hear horses, people, and wagons starting to fill the streets.

"Apologies, my siren" Y/n chuckled as she brushed her nose against the princess's cheek, capturing her attention.

A small kiss was shared. It had been their first kiss in months ever since the night they met. Life was going by too quickly already.

Hermione can't let herself live this new adventurous life without taking a chance on the flirty seawoman.

Their eyes met, staring intently at one another as if they could read what the other was thinking.

A loud pop echoed from the docks, causing the girls to widen their eyes. A gunshot. It could be nothing, or their ship is currently a sitting duck.

"We have to go" Y/n says as she grasped Hermione's hand and dashed down to the bay. Another gunshot was heard, their hands squeezed, and nervousness racked through their bodies.

They ran for a few more blocks until they reached the harbor, a large group of civilians stood at the seam between the wood and earth. They murmured to themselves as yelling was heard from one of the Weasley twins.

"You sir, are as attractive as the underside of my sack!"

"That's rude. Are you saying my sack is ugly too?"

"We're not that identical Freddie"

Y/n squeezes through the crowd, and Hermione follows suit as their hands drop from one another's.

The whole police force was standing guard around the ship. Their own vessels making their way towards the Morrigan.

They didn't have much time. Soon they would be surrounded. Y/n turned to Hermione and leaned down to whisper her in ear.

"Swim to the other side of the ship and climb up the ladder. Hide in our living quarters." she says in such hushed tones, that Hermione almost missed it.

"What? No-"

"Hermione. This isn't the time to argue. Please."

The Princess looked at her, forgetting for a moment that they were surrounded by more danger that she wouldn't truly realize until later.

"Alright"

Y/n pushed her back into the crowd and turned toward the swarm of officials, a drip of anxiousness fell into her stomach, but she just flexed and loosened her hand before walking towards them.

Hermione sped toward another strip of dock and climbed down the ladder that sunk into the cold water.

"Fuck!" she whisper as goosebumps raised over her skin, her clothes moved within the water as she swam to the other side of the ship. Pansy was already waiting for her, almost like she expected her to come this way.

Did Y/n already get back on the ship?

As her hands grabbed the ladder that was carved into the side of the ship, another gunshot went off, causing Pansy to look over her shoulder.

Yelling and clanks of swords started to grow, Pansy looked back at Hermione and widened her eyes.

"Come on!" she yells as she holds out her hand.

Hermione climbed quickly as she grasped the raven-haired girl's hand, getting yanked onto the deck of the ship.

Water dripped onto the wood as she watched as a few of the boys blocked the boardwalk from letting law enforcement get on the ship.

Pansy grasped Hermione's forearm and pulled her into the captain's quarters, she could hear a few Colony men calling her name. They asked if she was 'okay'.

Okay?

She'll be 'okay' once her Captain is in her view again.

Hermione was left in the room, the door locked behind her as the sound of fighting got even louder.

Water continued to fall from her clothes, her body shivered from the cool air. She listened intently as she grabbed the sword mounted above Y/n's cot.

Hermione pointed it at the door, her breath steady as she leaned against the captain's desk. Y/n had taught her how to fight, how to fire a gun, how to sword fight.

But, Y/n swore to her that she wouldn't let those skills ever be used by her while she was still breathing.

Now, Hermione had no idea if her protector was even alive. She looked over her shoulder a moment, they were moving.

She scrambled to the window in front of her desk, watching as bodies lay in the water and dock. None she recognized, but she couldn't see past the lawmen who still stood on the wooden pathway.

Fighting was still ongoing out on the deck, she turned back towards the door, almost like she thought someone would have snuck into the room without alerting her.

There was no one.

Her eyes flew back to the window, there were two Brigantine ships from the Continental Army following after them at full mast.

Hermione crumbled. She hides under her superior's desk. Tears clouded her eyes as she kept the sword at her side.

She felt herself go back to being a scared little girl. The one she hated. The one that almost made her stay back to live a miserable life.

Cannon fire started to fly past the ship, making her cry harder as she hugged her knees.

The princess felt like the little girl who cried when she thought her life would never be the same when the volcano had killed more than half her kingdom.

What a sorry excuse for a 'pirate'.

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Hours had passed. Y/n stood on the deck as they escaped through the dense patch of fog that headed out further into the ocean.

They were safe. No one was lost or injured. The Captain let out a sigh of relief as she stood next to Draco at the wheel.

"Once we're out of this fog, head east" she mumbles as she placed his grey bandanna back on his head and held her hat in her hand.

"Aye-Aye" he replied as Y/n walked back onto the main deck and watched as Ron and Harry tossed the dead bodies overboard, praying for forgiveness quietly.

Y/n sighed again as she walked towards her quarters, Pansy unlocked it for her and handed the key back.

The Captain thanked her softly as she walked in and closed the door. She looked around for her royal passenger but didn't find her. Panic.

"Hermione?" Y/n called out as she started to check every corner. Did someone take her?

Impossible! The door was locked-

"Here"

Her voice was soft, too soft for Y/n's liking. She walked around her desk and noticed the sword next to a curled-up Hermione.

Y/n slowly moved her chair and sat down on the floor, looking at her with a soft smile. She noticed the red dryness in her eyes, and a part of the Captain's heart chipped because of it, she pushed away the sword.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asks as Hermione looks over at her, resting her head against her knees.

"Yes"

Y/n sighed softly as she scooted under the desk, forcing Hermione to laugh softly as she was smooshed against the wood.

"We're nothing not both going to fit!" She says as Y/n is still halfway peeking out from the small space.

"You're right" the Captain hums as she thinks for a moment before pulling Hermione onto her lap and scooting completely under the desk.

"Y/n!" Hermione whispers with a laugh as she grasps the front of her superior's shirt, her face going back into the girl's shoulder like it did in the library.

"There! We can be gloomy together!" She chuckled as Hermione relaxed against her, feeling her hands travel up and down her back.

It's quiet for a while, only the creaking of the ship is heard as they sit under that desk. Hermione's hand landed on the space below Y/n's ear, her fingernails gently scratching the baby hairs on the back of her neck.

"I'm sorry" she whispers as her nose brushed against the other side of Y/n's neck.

"Sorry? For what?"

"Hiding"

Y/n pinched her brows in confusion. This was a common response when something like this happened. Also, this was Hermione's first real brush with death. They hadn't been in any danger while Hermione had been with them.

The crew called her a good luck charm. Y/n had to now agree after seeing how they escaped by the skin of their teeth.

"I told you to hide" Y/n whispers as the ship rocks back and forth. She placed her foot on the side of the desk to stop them from moving too much, but that only seemed to press Hermione against her even more as Y/n's knee took up more of the limited space.

"I'm part of this crew-" Hermione started as her legs straddled the sides of Y/n's waist.

"And I'm the captain. I gave you an order and you did exactly what I asked" she replied as they looked at one another.

"Y/n-"

"Siren"

Hermione sighed and laid her forehead against hers, she knew there was no use fighting the stubborn girl. That stupid nickname also quieted her down fairly easily as well.

"Why won't you just let me wallow in self-pity and hatred" Hermione sighed as Y/n just chuckled softly and kissed her cheek.

"Because you're not a pirate, you're an adventurer! There's a difference" Y/n explains as Hermione kisses her cheek back, and just hums in dissatisfaction.

"There really isn't," she says as Y/n presses her lips against the girl's jaw, causing a shiver to run down her spine again.

"Just listen to your dear old Cap, okay?" Y/n hums as Hermione sighs, but nods anyways. There was really no use in arguing.

"Fine...but I'm going to wallow for a bit more" Hermione says as she tries to get out from under the desk, but Y/n quickly pulls her back.

"No, no, no, no" she whines as she buries her face against the princess's neck. Hermione flushed as she was (happily) held captive by her leader.

This was the ruthless Captain that took a princess and stole more money than she would ever need...

That same Captain was now begging the said Princess to stay cuddled up under her desk...it was like night and day.

"I have to figure out where we are, and where we should go next," Hermione says as Y/n groans unhappily and hugs her once last time.

"Fine, fine...how about a kiss for the road since we were so rudely interrupted earlier" she says with a devilish grin, but Hermione just rolls her eyes as she pulls away from her leader's grasp and stands up.

"The moment is gone, but nice try Captain" Hermione chuckled as she grabbed the map from her desk and walked away.

"Siren!"

Y/n was left alone as she sat under her desk with an unhappy huff.

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It was now late into the night, the ship groaned softly as they sailed through a small rainstorm. Y/n lay on her cot as Hermione slept on her own in the corner on the other side of the room.

Y/n's eyes burned into the ceiling as she thought about what had happened this morning. So close. So close to showing her favorite Royal how much she'd crumble without her.

Hermione was also awake. Her own gaze locked on the wall in front of her as she kept her back towards Y/n, afraid to somehow show how much she had been replaying their encounter from this morning.

Her thighs squeezed together for a moment as a certain fantasy flashed through her mind. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

Damn, that sultry captain!

Hermione slowly sat up, turning her body towards Y/n, who was still staring at the ceiling.

"Y/n" Hermione whispers, to which the Captain immediately looks at her with a raised eyebrow. The Princess had to grasp the bedsheets to stop herself from entirely running over to her in a pathetic, desperate, needy nature.

She was better than that.

"You...you are the Devil in disguise, aren't you?" Hermione asks as Y/n smirks and sits up in her own cot, her arms placed behind her to hold up the top half of her body.

"The Devil? That's high praise coming from you" the Captain replied as her eyes dragged around Hermione's body, causing the brunette to puff her chest out of nervousness.

"Most consider that an insult"

"Are you saying it with disdain?"

"...no"

Y/n chuckled softly as Hermione stood up and hid her flushed face in the darkness of the room, but she knew Y/n could sense her anxiousness.

"Why with the sudden compliment, my Siren?" Y/n asks as her gaze follows the girl's silhouette as it moves around their desks and stops only a few feet away. Fucking nickname.

"You know why" Hermione replies as she sits down on Y/n's desk, her legs crossed over the other.

Y/n stood up from her cot and slowly walked toward Hermione, her footsteps were quiet, but it still made an impact between them.

Hermione felt her heart begin to pound against her ribcage, the twilight of the night hiding the passion both of them stared at one another with. The navigator made the first move, her hand reaching out as her legs uncrossed.

Y/n felt herself be guided by a gentle tug of the front of her shirt, her hands landing on the wood on either side of Hermione's thighs.

"If we do this, it won't be just a forgotten night to me" Y/n whispers as her hips spread Hermione's legs apart, a soft breath was taken by the brunette. Their faces were a few inches apart, and a moonlight-filled backdrop spilled through the window behind Hermione.

Enough light came through for the Princess to see Y/n's eyes. They were filled with something she used to think was just flirtation. What she thought was simple teasing from her leader.

No. It was devotion.

Y/n didn't just want her for a night of passion, she wanted her for every moment they could have together.

"I know" Hermione whispers back as her hands grasp the side of Y/n's face and pull her in for a kiss.

When their lips touched once again since earlier in the morning, a burning warmth filled their chests. Y/n's hands grasped Hermione's waist, her fingertips pressing down enough to hold her still.

Their bodies pressed closer as they chased after kisses, both not wanting to give up the heaven-like feeling that their emotions poured out silently.

Hermione nightgown was making her feel confined. It was an obstacle she hadn't thought was going to annoy her so much.

Off. It needed to be off. Now.

"Y/n" Hermione whispered as she felt the euphoric kisses start to trail down her jaw, then to her neck.

"Shhhh..." Y/n hushed against her skin as she moved careful hands down Hermione's nightgown, they landed on the space between her knees and the hem of her clothing.

The brunette gave a ragged breath again, her head bobbing back as she placed her elbows down on the desk below her. Y/n leaned down with her as she softly teased the skin of Hermione's neck with a playful bite.

Y/n's hands slowly grazed up her thighs, slipping under the nightgown as once again, another sharp breath was taken by Hermione.

It sounded as if she was having the wind knocked out of her by her sailor's simple touch. A moan escaped her lips as she felt Y/n massage her thighs tenderly.

Hermione took one of her hands and brought Y/n's face up to hers, sharing a kiss that had her heart squeezing and punching out of her chest.

Slowly her undergarments were pulled away from her hips, falling to her ankles. This was it. She was giving herself to the woman who took her away from her miserable life.

But Y/n suddenly stopped, looking at Hermione with a small bit of hesitance laced in her stare. The brunette grasped her face and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What is it?" she whispers, a pang of anxiety shot through her stomach. Did she read this wrong? Did she read everything wrong?

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Y/n asks quietly, to which Hermione's eyes widen as she immediately nods her head.

"Yes. Yes, please say you want the same" Hermione whispers as she kisses Y/n's nose, feeling the girl's head vibrate as she chuckles.

Hermione didn't like how desperate she sounded, but then again, she didn't think she could explain her want any better.

"I do" Y/n replied as their lips touched again.

The former royalty couldn't take it anymore. She needed to feel Y/n on her skin. The heat from her nightgown was suffocating. Maybe it was just in her head, but she didn't care.

"Darling, please" Hermione begged softly when their lips parted, she felt Y/n's fingertips trailing up and down the paths between her thighs and stomach.

Y/n smirked as she helped Hermione out of the thin fabric, watching as the girl's body seemed to relax as the cold air hit it. Her back arched as her ribs showed from under her skin, every deep breath protruded her breasts for Y/n.

Hermione felt Y/n kiss her collarbone as she shredded her own clothes, kicking them somewhere behind her.

Their skin touched like fire to ice, if Hermione could see better in the dark, she wouldn't be surprised to find steam clouding up the room.

"Hermione" Y/n whispered as her forehead rested on the brunette, capturing her attention immediately.

"You're more than a navigator to me" she says.

Hermione knew what this truly meant. Y/n has never been good at showing her feelings in a detailed way, but that just meant Hermione learned the secrets behind every sentence she uttered.

"You've always been more than a Captain" she replies quietly as her arms wrap around Y/n's neck, pulling her down for another kiss.

She could feel Y/n's hands run along the insides of her thighs, causing her to shiver as a result. This was heaven on earth. There can't be anything better than this, and if there is, then it has to be because Y/n is in that moment too.

Y/n's hand crept closer and teased Hermione's folds, tracing them with her fingertips as the poor brunette shivered with every touch.

Hermione's lips found solace on Y/n's chest, letting her touch slowly glide over her lover's sensitive bud. To hear a soft moan leave the Captain's throat was like listening to a holy choir, and Hermione couldn't get enough.

Her breath hitched as Y/n's two slender fingers sunk into her slowly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, silently begging for more. Y/n's fingers moved skillfully, her every movement producing a dirty groan from Hermione's mouth.

"Yes" she breathed as she kissed Y/n's neck, feeling her pulse point bumping against her tongue.

As their bodies moved with a rhythm only they could create, Hermione couldn't help but marvel at the way Y/n's touch ignited her body. Every brush of their skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, leaving her breathless and craving for more.

She could feel Y/n's fingers slowly pumping within her, spreading her deliciously and methodically.

Y/n's lips explored every inch of Hermione's body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her neck, collarbone, and down to her chest. The gentle graze of Y/n's teeth on her sensitive skin made Hermione gasp, her nails digging into Y/n's back as she arched with pleasure.

"My Captain, please-" Hermione begged, wanting the agonizingly slow pace to end. Her legs spread more silently submitting to anything she had to offer her body.

Y/n kissed farther down her body, leaving a few marks in her wake as she went down further. She felt Hermione's hands grasp her hair, pushing her closer to the neglected bud that was waiting to be touched.

Hermione stared at the ceiling as she felt her lover's slick tongue glide against her clit, making her back arch and her head hand off the other edge of the desk.

"Oh fuck" she moans as her hands held Y/n's head in place. Her eyes were blurry as she looked out the window, watching as the moonlit water was now upside down from her position.

Their passion intensified, creating an undeniable chemistry that seemed to consume the room. Y/n's fingers moved slightly faster, causing the dirty sounds of Hermione's entrance to get louder in their shared room.

The brunette felt her body tremble for a split second as Y/n began to suck on her sensitive nerve. Her moans got more frequent as she felt Y/n's other hand reach up and play with her chest. Light pulling and flicking.

"This...this can't be...possible" Hermione gasped out as her mind tried to wrap around the indescribable pleaser three parts of her body were experiencing simultaneously.

Every touch, every whisper, brought her closer to a blissful climax that only Y/n could make her reach. Her body started to shake as she tried to raise her head to look at her Captain, but it was no use.

"So close" Hermione moaned as her nails dug into Y/n's scalp, but the sailor paid it no mind as her mouth nibbled on the bundle in front of her. They melted into each other, becoming one entity in the darkness as their bodies quivered in unison.

Y/n's fingers quickened again, sending more pleasure through Hermione's body. She could feel her peak getting closer with every thrust.

Hermione's mind was consumed by a whirlwind sensation as Y/n's skilled fingers continued their rhythmic dance against her body. Every touch, every stroke, sent waves of pleasure cascading through her. Her skin burned with an electrifying heat that seemed to ignite every nerve ending.

As Y/n's mouth expertly explored the most sensitive part of her, Hermione's breath hitched in her throat. The sailor's lips were like velvet against her skin, teasing and tantalizing her with every flick of the tongue. It was as if Y/n possessed an innate understanding of Hermione's desires, knowing exactly how to push her to the edge of ecstasy and back again.

In the darkness surrounding them, time seemed to stand still. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, synchronized in a dance of passion and desire. Their moans mingled together, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room.

Hermione's grip on Y/n's hair tightened, her nails leaving faint crescent marks on the sailor's scalp. The pain mixed with pleasure, heightening the intensity of their connection. They were lost in each other, their identities merging into one as they reveled in the raw, unfiltered pleasure they shared.

Y/n's fingers quickened their pace, driving Hermione closer to the edge. Every thrust brought her closer to that blissful climax she yearned for. Her body trembled under the weight of her mounting desire, aching for release.

The world outside their bubble of pleasure ceased to exist. There was only Hermione and Y/n, two souls entwined in a passionate embrace. The rest of the world faded away, leaving them to bask in the intense pleasure that consumed them.

And then, with one final surge of sensation, Hermione's body shattered like glass, her release crashing over her in a tidal wave of pure bliss. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, leaving her gasping for breath as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

Her body trembled and jolted as he bit back a scream of pleasure, a part of her didn't need the relentless teasing from Pansy the following morning.

But, that was quickly thrown out the window when Y/n kept up her attack. Hermione felt her lover's hand leave her chest and pin her stomach down.

Hermione was squirming from the overstimulation, her body instinctively trying to release herself from Y/n's mouth and fingers.

Yet, the Captain wasn't letting her escape that easily.

Gasps and moans slipped from Hermione's mouth as her nails dug into the forearm that was pinning her down around her stomach.

"Ah!" she hissed out as her thighs continued to shake. This was Y/n's ruthless side coming out, her selfishness that only happened during intense moments.

She wanted more from Hermione and the brunette could do nothing but happily oblige.

Her fingers disappeared, causing the Princess to finally raise her head, their eyes met as Y/n placed her other hand onto the girl's hip to keep her in place.

"What are you-"

As soon as Y/n's tongue slipped past her entrance, she crumbled back into a moaning mess. Her arms shook as she held up the top half of her body, her chest rose and fell rapidly with every brush within her.

It wouldn't be long until she peaked again.

"My love, please" Hermione begged as she ran her fingers through Y/n's hair, their eyes never breaking contact.

The night went on like this, climax after climax was given to the princess with barely any breaks in between.

The morning began to break when Y/n was finally satisfied with her work and took Hermione to her cot. They lay together as Y/n held her tightly in her arms, kissing the back of her neck comfortingly as Hermione tried to calm down.

As they lay tangled in each other's arms, their bodies glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, Hermione turned in her embrace and looked up at Y/n, whispering softly.

"You've become my anchor, my safe haven."

Y/n smiled, tracing patterns on Hermione's bare skin.

"And you're the compass that guides me, Hermione. With you, I've found a love that transcends any better pleasure out there."

They shared a soft smile as another kiss was shared. Then another. And another.

In that moment, there was no doubt that their love would navigate any storm, no matter how fierce. Together, they were unstoppable, destined for a lifetime of passion, adventure, and unending love.

[holdupjack]

Will you be making a part 2 of Forgetting you? 🙏🏻🥺

Yes! Hopefully soon!

[holdupjack]

Time Away From You…It Kills Me

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Minister Hermione

WARNING: Slight angst to fluff

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Third Person P.O.V:

Hermione sat in her office as her secretary paced around the room, talking about 'budget meetings' and the 'Wizarding Ball' coming up.

The Minister didn't pay much attention as she stared off into space, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her wife.

Which wasn't unusual, but these thoughts were from stress and worry or fantasies.

Y/n had recently become an official Auror after being a Jinx Remover for many years. She was told that she would be great in both of these professions, but Y/n knew the high risks of chasing after bad guys.

Also, Y/n and Hermione had just moved in together at that point, so she wasn't in a rush to lose any time with her girlfriend at that moment.

Yet as years went by, and the couple had shared their last names, Y/n began to bore from her nine-to-five job.

So, she sat down with the new Minister of Magic at the time and explained her reasoning.

Hermione has always supported her lover, even then. But that didn't mean the horror stories that Harry had shared over the years, didn't seep into her mind.

Luckily, Harry had asked to become partners, to be a mentor of sorts. Yet, he had told Ginny that he would probably make her his permanent companion since he had always enjoyed her company.

Two months ago, they were sent on an investigation with connections to a Dark Wizard named 'Matthew MacGiolla'.

Hermione knew of this threat since she became the Minister a year ago, and it wasn't surprising that half of the Law Department was on this case.

Yet, she was surprised that they had allowed her wife, a newbie, to go on such an important investigation.

Ok, maybe she was hoping that they would have given her a cut-and-dry crime. One that she could finish in a month, but come home at night.

…

Hermione missed her Y/n.

So much.

They'd never been apart for so long before, not even during their school years together. She knew that distance was part of the job, but usually, it was only a week to a month long.

When month two rolled around, communication had disappeared. Hermione had called, only to go straight to voicemail, and she didn't know where they were to send an owl.

And Y/n has been silent on her end.

Ginny had comforted her one night, after the already stressed woman, didn't have her partner to cry to. The Potter told her that it was normal for these kinds of high-priority cases to take longer than usual, and for communication to stop completely.

The ginger said that Harry always told her that 'no news, is good news'. Hermione didn't agree, but it's not like she had much choice in the matter.

But now Hermione sat at her desk, her assistant had given up on grabbing her attention, and left the woman to her own devices.

The former Gryffindor dazed off into the corner of the room, her mind thinking back on their first date.

Then their first kiss.

When they first...tangoed.

(A/N: I love that euphemism for sex, makes me laugh...every time)

Their first apartment.

Their Wedding.

Every first they've had together.

Hermione finally left the train of thought after a while and looked back at her paperwork, just staring at it with no real motivation.

Her worry and sadness crept around her eyes like shadows, until a single tear drop fell onto her desk.

"Dammit," she whispers out harshly as she turned her chair towards the wall behind her and tried to wipe away the innumerable droplets.

Hermione never thought she'd be one of those wives who couldn't handle their spouse being away for work.

She never understood why they felt so lonely, but now she undoubtedly knows the reason. Her Y/n had always been there for her, even before they started dating in the fifth year.

She never felt alone.

Now, Hermione was feeling as though she was standing in a room packed with people, but everyone had their backs to her.

It's weird not having someone to catch eyes with or a hand to hold at functions. A part of her knew that her Y/n was feeling the same way, Hermione knew her wife better than anyone. They have been by each other's side for the last decade now, it would be surprising if she didn't.

Y/n was usually the one to seek out her lover when they went to parties or family events after being separated. She always explained that she 'missed her voice' or 'wanted to hold her hand'.

Hermione now understood the needy nature, and she was pretty sure that she wasn't going to even let go of Y/n when she came home.

Home...it was too empty to call it that.

"I'm going home" she announced when she heard her assistant walk back into her office.

It was quiet for a second, Hermione not even turning around to meet their eyes. Their footsteps came closer, and she saw a figure squatting down beside her chair from the corner of her eye.

"Well, can I walk us home then?"

Her eyes shot beside her to find her wife staring at her with a soft smile. Y/n's hair was longer, her eyes held a very tired look, and she now sported a fresh cut on her chin.

But, Y/n still looked at her like she was the only person that mattered in the world. Hermione's eyes showed the same and more.

"My love" Hermione choked out as she flung herself into her one and only's arms. Y/n welcomed a loving tackle from her wife, and let them both tumble onto the carpeted floor as papers from the minister's desk scattered every which way.

Hermione's lips found her lover's face and painted it with her nude shade of lipstick. Y/n tried to return the love, but her wife couldn't halt her onslaught of pure emotion.

The Minister's hands grasped the sides of Y/n's face when she finally prized herself with a much-needed kiss.

Y/n hummed happily, having missed the feeling of her favorite woman on top of her, and their lips trying to stay connected.

Hermione eventually pulled away a good while later, their lips puffy from the friction, and their hands sneaking under each other's shirts.

Thankfully, Hermione's assistant had left as soon as she saw Y/n walk into the lobby. She knew there was either going to be some rated 18+ stuff, or Hermione was going to kill her.

And she didn't want to be present for either.

(A/N: no smut this time, I'm tired 😔)

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Hermione and Y/n lay on the couch in the office, they held onto one another desperately. It was quiet as they had a blanket wrapped around them, Hermione whispering sweet nothings into her wife's ear.

The office was locked, the blinds were shut, and the lights were off. They wanted to make sure this moment stayed intimate.

"If this is how you're going to greet me, maybe I should go M.I.A more often" Y/n teased as Hermione rolled her eyes and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"If you do, I'll clock you next time" Hermione grumbled, to which Y/n snickered against her collarbone and gave a small peck.

"So, do you want to explain to me how you got this new scar?" Hermione asked as she lifted her wife's chin and carefully ran her finger over the healing gash.

"It's stupid" Y/n sighed as she looked away in embarrassment, to which Hermione chuckled and made her look back.

Y/n had never been the most graceful in their relationship over the years, even when they were just friends at Hogwarts. She tripped, fell, slipped, and buckled all the time.

Hermione sometimes wondered how she was still functioning after all the unwilling self-inflicted damage she'd done.

"What happened Lovely?" she asks in a hushed raspy voice as she runs one of her hands through her lover's hair.

"I tripped over Harry's shoes at the hotel and smacked my chin into the dresser" Y/n explains as Hermione such a breath through her teeth. She could almost feel the impact.

"I'm happy you didn't break any teeth" she replies as she kisses her lips tenderly. Just in case her jaw did hurt still.

"Harry was freaking out, he said he didn't want to be the one to explain to you that I killed myself by tripping over his shoes" Y/n chuckled as Hermione ran her fingers through her wife's hair. Her manicured nails trailing down her scalp just the way she likes.

“I would have strangled him with those stupid laces if that had happened” Hermione grumbled as she felt Y/n chuckle against her bare chest. Her breath tickled slightly, but that only made the Minister pull her closer.

“That is what he was afraid of” Y/n replied as the moonlight began to peak through the office window.

Hermione kisses the space between her eyebrows, sighing softly at the contact she had missed greatly.

“Never leave again” she begs softly as Y/n wraps her arms around Hermione and plays with the ends of her curly hair.

“Hermione-”

“Just lie, until you have to leave again”

…

“I promise”

[holdupjack]

You're An Idiot…My Idiot

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Reader is a Ravenclaw

WARNING: Injury and awkward fluff

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Third Person P.O.V:

7th Year

Hermione sat in the bleachers with Luna as they watched the final Quidditch game of the season before the Championships. People cheered and booed all around them as they watched the Gryffindor VS Ravenclaw game.

Ron and Harry sped over the stands they kept their heads in the game, Harry soon took off towards another area as Ron stayed near the goal.

A flash of blue almost smacked Hermione in the face as it went by, but the familiar scent of a certain Ravenclaw made her eyes roll.

Y/n Y/l/n.

What was there to say about such a girl?

They weren't the best of friends, but they weren't enemies either. It's more like an artful dance of flirting and annoyance that they both have mastered around each other.

Hermione despised her arrogant and cocky attitude, with a fiery passion. The way she walked around like her shit didn't stink, always sent the Gryffindor up a wall.

Yet Y/n seemed to make it her life's mission is spin around the drain of Hermione's inner circle, almost like she wanted to be sucked into her presence even more.

The brunette wouldn't let that happen, just because Y/n was attractive, didn't mean Hermione had to give her a seat in her lifestyle.

"Y/n is very much showboating this game," Luna says as she watches her team zigzag around the field.

Hermione watched as the y/h/c girl seemed to be making a show as she chased after the golden snitch. She dodged wooden beams and pillars as she followed it closely, Harry was on her tail but seemed to be lagging behind.

"When doesn't she showboat?" Hermione grumbled as the blonde beside her gave a dreamy laugh.

"I've never understood your dislike for Y/n, I understand she can be a bit much, but she seems to genuinely enjoy your company," Luna says as people cheer around them because of a Gryffindor Chaser scoring a goal.

"She is so sleazy! Why would I entertain that type of person with my time?" Hermione says, to which Luna just shrugged. Her eyes looked at the brunettes for a moment but then flicked back to the game.

The tense grit in her jaw, how straight her back was, and the fiddling of her fingers gave Hermione away quite easily.

Luna had begun to spot Hermione at every Ravenclaw game since the beginning of the fifth year. It didn't matter if Gryffindor was playing or not, she never missed a game.

There had been a rumor going around that Y/n and Hermione were seen talking in an empty hallway, and it looked more like flirting than actual conversation.

Those rumors were quickly thwarted when everyone saw them back in their bickering behavior in the coming days.

"You fancy her" she states.

Hermione's eyes widened at the statement. That was outlandish! She had never felt any romantic feelings for Y/n!

Well...

Ugh, she couldn't believe she had been figured out by one of her friends, and that she had actually fallen for the Ravenclaw's charms!

It was humiliating, honestly.

Y/n had caught her alone in an empty hallway sometime at the early start of the fifth year. It had been normal, for the most part. Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed at every pickup line she tried, but then she said something that caught her off guard.

"I need your help"

Y/n had never been one to ask for help, EVER.

So, to hear it come from her mouth was almost like hearing the devil say 'please'. It even made her slack-jawed in awe from hearing it as they stood in that empty hallway.

The Ravenclaw soon pulled out her grades from last year and showed Hermione that she had completely failed Alchemy the entire year.

She was being forced to retake it.

Hermione had shifted from foot to foot in the debate about whether she should help her greatest annoyance.

"Please Hermione, you're the smartest girl I know...and I truly need your help"

Something changed in the Gryffindor's heart, maybe because of the overzealous ego that Y/n seemed to be missing at this moment, or how she started to notice how beautiful her eyes were in the sunlight.

"Alright, alright. Meet me in the dungeons after dark, I'll help you."

Hermione then smiled at her. Another historic moment for the two, Y/n almost wanted to take a picture. If only she had a camera on her...

That was years ago now, and both had been meeting up in the old Potions classroom every night to study or just talk.

Y/n acted completely different when they were alone, so soft and caring. Her smile wasn't cocky, and her laugh was light and airy.

So, you could imagine when Hermione started to be pulled in by her charms.

"That's ridiculous!" Hermione replied with a face as scarlet as a letter, Luna just chuckled and looked back onto the field.

Harry and Y/n flew side by side as they chased after the snitch, both had grins on their faces as they tried to outmaneuver one another.

They were good friends, both having practiced together many times during their time at Hogwarts. They were the best of the best when it came to school level, and Hermione wouldn't be surprised if Y/n went on to be a professional.

Y/n flew to the other side of Harry as they slipped past the high-rise stands. Hermione was sure that one of them was going to kick someone in the head.

People began to murmur as they saw the Beaters looking around frantically. They seemed to have lost sight of the Bludger. Never a good sign.

"Bouncing Bludger!" People called out as a warning.

Harry suddenly ducked down as he heard a loud zipping noise headed his way. He obviously had flashbacks to the second year when he broke his arm because of one.

Sadly, Y/n didn't take in the noise before it was too late. A collective gasp took over the crowd when the ball smacked into Y/n's side at high speed, knocking her off her broom and slamming her into the walkway between the bleachers and railing.

She skidded for a few moments her body rolling and slamming onto the ground as friends and teammates ran/flew to her aid immediately. Harry watched in anguish as he saw his friend lay on the floor of the bleachers, unmoving.

"Oh my god," Hermione whispers as she pushes her way down to the main floor with Luna on her heels. People murmured around them as Madam Hooch ran to Y/n's side and checked her over.

"We need to get her to Hospital Wing, any able-body boys, I need you to carry her!" she yells as Ron lands beside them and drops his broom.

Hermione shoved her way through the crowd, whispering quiet apologies as she basically elbowed everyone in front of her. Luna held the back of her shirt as she followed in her wake.

When they finally broke through the barrier of people, Ron slowly picked her up into his arms. Y/n looked so fragile as her arm dangled.

Hermione stood there, staring as Ron walked away with Madam Hooch in quick steps. People's whispers seemed to get louder when she began to follow close behind them.

Harry flew down near the railing and called out to his female best friend as he followed beside her. Yet, she completely ignored him and everyone else as she stared at Y/n's head, which was lobed over the edge of Ron's forearm.

Luna stayed back and watched Hermione's actions with a knowing look. The way her body was loose and nervous, yet she just gazed at the unconscious Ravenclaw in her friend's arms like she was witnessing a car accident.

Hermione didn't know how to feel, or think.

Her body went into autopilot.

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She sat on the bench outside the hospital wing as friends, teammates, and some teachers went and checked on her. Y/n had woken up once, but Madam Promfrey quickly put her back to sleep due to the broken ribs and her groans of pain,

It was now almost one in the morning, everyone had gone to bed for the night. The only people in that part of the castle were the biggest rivals in the school.

Hermione's foot shook as she gathered the courage to get off this bench and finally walk in.

She was nervous to see Y/n in a state that wasn't what she was used to. To see her broken and bruised...was going to be foreign.

Quietly she stood up and walked towards the big doors, she slowly opened them, and they squeaked loudly.

Hermione cursed to herself as she decided to leave it open. Her eyes scanned the moonlit room to find only one occupant of the beds.

Y/n laid on her back as her chest rose and fell slowly. Her white school shirt showed that her sides were bandaged and tightly wrapped around her skin.

The Gryffindor carefully stepped closer as she watched for any sudden movements or to hear any discomfort leave Y/n's lips.

When she finally sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed and looked upon the Ravenclaw's face. She was peaceful, oblivious to the amount of pain her body was in.

Hermione didn't know what to do, or why she was even still up this late at night for someone she only knew in the dark.

Maybe that's why? Nighttime was the only place where they saw each other's true colors. Spoke without any malice or anger.

Her hand slowly laid itself beside Y/n's, her finger caressing the girl's knuckles. Silent affection, something only she would know about when day broke again.

"You've done it Y/l/n. You've got me under your spell...I hope you're proud" Hermione whispers as she stares her their hands, feeling how cold Y/n's hand is compared to hers.

"You're freezing" she whispers as she stands up and walks over to a cabinet full of blankets and other equipment.

"I don't know why Madam Promfrey insists on keeping the wing so cold!" Hermione grumbled as she grabbed a blanket and shut the cabinet closed with a small 'huff'.

When she walked back over, she unraveled the folded polyester and draped it across the injured girl. Her hands glided carefully around Y/n's sides to make sure the heat of her body helped her broken ribs heal a little faster.

Hermione leaned over her unconscious form as she carefully tucked the blanket around her, as she moved up towards her shoulders, their faces were almost nose to nose.

She leaned away slightly but stared for another moment as she noticed the bruises along her jaw and cheek.

"That fall did a number on you too" Hermione whispered as she reached up and took a hold of Y/n's chin, gently moving her head so she could get a better look at the purple marks.

She sighed softly and sat back in the chair, her legs crossing as she debated on what to do next. A big part of her wanted to stay, but another didn't want to put any more suspicion on their 'unlabeled relationship'.

Was it friendly or turning into more?

It was obvious that Hermione had grown quite fond of the Y/n under the cover of the dark, but was that truly who she was?

Or was the arrogant and cocky asshole during the day her true personality?

This question made Hermione want to rip her hair out. It was the only part that she couldn't get a clear answer on.

"You are so infuriating" Hermione mumbled quietly as she looked away and out threw the window. She could see owls flying out of the Owlry, their silhouettes dancing across the moon.

She heard a big intake of breath before a pained grunt came from Y/n. Hermione's eyes quickly fell back on her as she brought the chair closer to the bed.

"I know" she whispers as her hand reaches up and pushes away some hair that was stuck to Y/n's forehead.

It was quiet as Hermione calmed down Y/n by running her fingers through her hair. Watching as the Ravenclaw seemed to be craving her touch.

"You're such an idiot sometimes. Why don't you listen to your teammates?" She asks in an annoyed tone as she thinks back on the incident from many hours ago. Y/n silently groaned in pain as she nudged her head against Hermione's palm.

"You can't guilt me out of giving you a lecture once you wake up" she hums as her hand caressed Y/n's forehead, she could feel the heat radiating from it.

It's silent as Hermione does more than any rival should do, but she feels guilty that the Ravenclaw didn't have anyone who wanted to stay and watch over her during this.

"You need to find a girlfriend. I can't be the one to take care of you during times like this" she hummed quietly as she moved her hand away. Y/n groans again, whether, from the pain or the now sudden lack of contact, Hermione isn't sure.

"Then again...I'd more than likely come sit by you if this happens again" she sighed as she started to use unconscious Y/n as a therapist. It made her chuckle slightly about it.

"This is ridiculous! Why are you so charming to me now?" Hermione huffs in annoyance as she crosses her arms. A small hue of scarlet red flooded onto her face.

"Fine. You're cute, I'll give you that." She admits with an annoyed sigh as she looks everywhere but Y/n.

"How can I fancy you? I've despised your very presence since we've met!" The Gryffindor mumbles as her eyes follow the detail of the stone walls.

She was silent for a while, listening to the soft breathing of the Ravenclaw beside her as her mind stumbled over itself with different thoughts.

"I'll admit it. Alright?" She sighs with another annoyed tone. Hermione hated admitting she had been wrong, especially about how she truly felt about things.

"I've fallen for the sound of your voice, and the kindness you show me when it's just the two of us. Or how you seem to look at me like...I can't explain it, it's like-" she's cut off.

"Like you're the only person in the room that matters"

Hermione turned in shock to hear a dry and raspy voice coming from the bed beside her. Y/n eyes were open, but tired still. She had a weak smile, yet it seemed very genuine.

They stared at one another, Hermione's breathing was audible but soft. Her hands gripped her jeans, trying to convince herself that she wasn't hallucinating. Y/n's hand slipped out from under the blanket and waited patiently to be taken.

Hermione sat nervously as she hesitated, her eyes flickering between Y/n's hand and eyes. The Ravenclaw waited patiently, continuing to look at her with a soft smile.

"How can I trust you?" Hermione asked as she looked back at her, their gaze tense and unbreaking.

"I've loved you since our first Potions class together" Y/n whispered, surprising the Gryffindor once again. All the way back to first-year?

"Then why..." Hermione drifts off as she thinks of every time they've gotten into an argument or pushed each other's buttons on purpose.

"It's the only way you'd talk to me! Thank Merlin I failed Alchemy, or else this might of never happened" Y/n chuckles softly as Hermione slips her hand into hers. It was warm now.

Y/n's thumb subconsciously ran over Hermione's knuckles as they continued to stare at one another.

"Go out with me Granger, tomorrow," Y/n asked with a grin, which Hermione chuckled at.

"You're still on bed rest for your broken ribs" she states, to which the Ravenclaw groans about.

"I'll sneak out, meet me in Irondale" Y/n says and Hermione rolls her eyes with a playful smile as she places her other hand between the space below her chest and above her stomach.

"I'll bring you some Ice Cream tomorrow as compensation, please stay in bed," Hermione asks nicely and Y/n grumbles like an upset first-year.

"Alright, but as soon as I'm released then?" Y/n asks with a smile as she squeezes the Gryffindor's hand.

"Maybe" Hermione teased as they began to quietly laugh together, their chuckles echoing around them in the empty Hospital Wing.

Y/n hissed and touched her sides.

"Don't make me laugh" she whispers with a pained smile, to which Hermione quickly apologized and moved her chair closer. Looking at the potions on the nightstand beside the bed.

"When did you take these?" she asks as her hand leaves Y/ns and starts to pick up bottles, reading the labels carefully.

"You tell me," Y/n says with a grin as she tries to lay at her side, but Hermione quickly scolds her.

"Don't you dare! You have broken ribs!" she says with a sigh as she watches Y/n roll her eyes and lay back down.

"Here, this is for pain relief. It says take every four hours, and you've been knocked out long past that" Hermione hums as she pours the liquid into a small cup, Y/n makes a face as the smell of it hits her nose.

"Please don't make me pour it down your throat" Hermione states as she holds the cup for her. They looked at each other with playful glares.

"It smells like horse piss 'Mione" Y/n says as she slowly sat u. Her ribs felt as though they were on fire, causing her to curse and hold back some tears.

Hermione took her hand and held it against her back to alleviate some of the pain. It seemed to help slightly.

"I know, but it's good for you" she replied as she placed the cup in the Ravenclaw's hands.

"Maybe so, but I need a little convincing" Y/n says through pained breaths as she smiles. Hermione raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"How so?" She asks as Y/n places her hand on the side of her neck and pulls the brown-haired girl towards her.

Hermione smiled when she stood out of her chair and kissed the Ravenclaw. Their lips moved simultaneously, their hands grasping each other's faces with passion.

Each kiss felt more irresistible than the last, to the point that Y/n desperately whispered 'no' when Hermione began to pull away.

"Drink, then we'll see about another one " she whispered back as she sat back in the chair, her face pink and her lips smudged with Y/n's peppermint chapstick.

Y/n was quick to down the potion like a shot of Fire Whiskey. To which she soon regretted when her face contorted and she started to cough from the taste.

As she gagged and hacked from the horrendous flavor, she grasped her sides in pain.

"Sweet Merlin, knock me out" she said through wheezes as Hermione rubbed her back comfortingly.

Eventually Y/n was able to calm herself and lay back down on the bed. Hermione covered her back with the blanket and sighed softly.

"You're an idiot" she said with a sigh as Y/n grasped her hand and smiled.

"Your idiot"

"I haven't claimed you"

"Yet! I'm putting it into the universe now" Y/n hums as she shuts her tired eyes and lets the potion start to relax her body.

"Oh god," Hermione whispers as she stands up and dusts off her jeans. Owls booted as they passed by the window.

"Get some sleep-"

Y/n quickly grabbed her wrist and gave a soft, but pleading look. This shocked the Gryffindor. Y/n was never this openly touchy.

"Don't go"

Hermione looked at her as a small smile crept into her lips, she looked away to hide her charmed facial expression.

"If you wish" she says as she sits back in the chair and takes Y/n's hand into hers. Their palms fit perfectly against one another.

Y/n relaxed as she began to fall asleep again, her eyes fluttering shut to the comfort of Hermione's watchful gaze.

The room felt safe.

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Hermione soon woke up to the sun shining in her eyes, she groaned as she sat up and cursed the chair for putting a knot in her back

When her eyes focused, she found Y/n reading the Daily Prophet with an annoyed look on her face. Hermione yawned and caught her attention.

"Look at this! I look like roadkill!" Y/n huffed as she showed the front page of the article, it was a moving picture of Y/n passed out on the bleacher floor.

"Quidditch Player Bludgeoned!" Hermione read out the headline and snickered slightly as Y/n just huffed in anger again.

"That's a stupid play on words" she grumbled as Madam Promfrey walked back with a snicker of her own.

"I liked it" she said with a smile as she took care of a sick third-year a few beds away.

"Hey!" Y/n groaned as Hermione placed the paper down and chuckled, the air between them was light and fun.

Y/n looked back at her and sighed, the sun shining on her back as it cast her shadow on the bed.

"So...do you want to talk about last night?" Y/n asks and Hermione feels her cheeks heat up at the remembrance of it.

"Yes, we should" she replied as she scooted closer, hoping to keep the conversation as private as possible.

Y/n gently gazed upon her, her eyes seemed to glow as the backlight of the sunshine shimmered around her.

They both were nervous to hear what the other would say, which led them to just look at one another to start the conversation.

"Would you still like to go out to Irondale with me? After I get released, of course." Y/n whispers as her eyes fall to the palms of her hands. A nervous silence grew between them as Madam Promfrey pretended she wasn't listening in.

"I would like that, a lot" Hermione whispers as a shared smile breaks out on their faces. The room felt warmer as their cheeks turned a cotton candy color (or candy floss if you really want to get British).

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They spoke quietly together as the day turned to night once again, Y/n eventually convincing Hermione to go back to her dorm and get a good night's rest.

But as soon as Hermione's head hit that pillow, she began to toss and turn. To the point that Ginny threw a pillow at her to make her stop moving.

"I can't help it!" Hermione whispered as she sat up and threw the bundle of feathers back at her. Ginny just sighed as she caught it and laid back with it covering her face in annoyance.

"Just go see her then! Everyone has been talking about you two today" Ginny muffled through the cloth as a few other girls hummed in agreement as they pretended to be asleep.

"Of course, this school spreads gossip quicker than the flu" Hermione grumbles as she throws the covers off and slips on her shoes. A few of the girls chuckled as they sat up as well and turned on the light.

"I find it cute," Lavender says with a smile as she yawns softly. Ginny snickered and moved the pillow off her face, watching as Hermione seemed to be burning with embarrassment.

"I hate you all" the leather-haired beauty grumbled as she walked towards the door.

"But we love you!" The girls yelled back in a fit of giggles as the door slammed shut. Hermione could hear them cackling as she quickly made her way down to the common room.

It was empty and dark, it looked as though someone had put off the fireplace for the night. Her feet made the steps creak as she walked down to the main floor, her arms crossed against her chest as the chilly air hit the skin of her forearms.

She huffed softly as she shimmied her way through the tunnel and out to the hall on the other side.

The paintings snored softly as she made her way to the Hospital Wing. Only a few were up to ask the young Gryffindor where she was off to, to which she replied 'Better sleeping arrangements'. It was a strange response, but they didn't push any further.

When Hermione made it to the wing, it was dark and cold, just like the night before. Except, Y/n was up.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" She asks when she hears steps enter the room. Hermione just grumbled something incoherent and got into the empty bed next to Y/n's.

Y/n chuckled and watched the Gryffindor get under the covers and turn her back towards her.

"Missed me?"

"Shut up."

Y/n began to laugh, now that her ribs were almost fully healed it didn't hurt as much to do so anymore.

"Just admit it, Granger, you're in love with me already" Y/n says to which Hermione flips her off and covers her head with the pillow.

Hermione felt her face burn so hot that she was sure the pillowcase could catch ablaze. Y/n's continuous chuckles didn't help either. Soon enough, it got quiet, and the sound of the wind rattled the windows near them.

Hermione rolled over and rested the pillow back under her head as she caught eyes with Y/n across from her.

"This doesn't mean anything" she whispers as the Ravenclaw grinned.

"It means everything" Y/n replied.

"You're overthinking things"

"I'm your overthinker"

"Still trying to get me to claim you?"

"Slowly but surely!"

Hermione chuckled softly as she looked at her with a soft gaze, her heart thumping inside her chest.

"Fine. You're an idiot...my idiot"

They both began to laugh as they lay on either bed and started to talk the night away quietly, soon falling asleep with their hands dangling over the sides. Fingers brushing the others whenever a breath was taken.

Futures started to form in their dreams.

[holdupjack]

Forgetting You

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Inspired by ‘Forgetting You’ by Cam

WARNING: ANGST NO COMFORT

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Third Person P.O.V:

Seven Years After The War

Hermione lay on the bed in the tiny hotel room as Christmas drew closer and closer every passing day.

They were staying near the Russian Ministry as they took a small vacation for the Holidays. Her future husband's 'idea' of a getaway.

Ron slept beside her as the digital alarm clock flickered to 3:09 A.M. Her eyes blinked slowly at the ceiling as she listened to his soft snoring fill the room.

Her mind was blank, but at the same time, it seemed to be filled to the brim with...something.

She slowly sat up and placed her feet on the carpeted floor. The fibers slipped between the spaces of her toes as she debated getting out of the warm bed.

The room was dark and stuffy, almost suffocating as she sat there. Hermione swallowed the ever-present lump in her throat as she stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

The TV was on but was muted as it played a news broadcast, talking about some tragedy in a part of the world she didn't live in.

The bathroom was only a few feet away, but she felt as though she was dragging a skyscraper by a chin around her feet.

When Hermione opened the door, she flicked on the light and closed her eyes, the sudden brightness blinded her as she shut the entry behind her.

Her head began to throb as she shuffled over to the toilet and shut the lid, sitting down with a small sigh as she rubbed her temples.

She could hear the ice machine humming from somewhere near the small kitchen in their room. It was reassuring as she opened her eyes and adjusted to the light.

Hermione looked to her right and saw her reflection staring back at her. She didn't recognize herself anymore.

She stood up slowly and looked down at the counter to find her old makeup sitting on the corner instead of the one from home. Her hand reached for it but paused a moment halfway through.

Uneasiness filled her chest as she looked between the bag and the ring on her finger. One was shiny and new, while the other was old and ready to be forgotten.

Hermione swallowed the lump again as she grabbed the bag and pulled it over to her. Her fingers slowly unzipped the middle, where she found nothing but old makeup and dust.

Ron must have packed this for her by mistake, she swore she had left it under the sink, hidden behind the bleach and tile cleaner.

Her hand slipped into the bag and pushed away the contents until she saw a face she hadn't seen in years.

"Y/n..."

A small polaroid sat at the bottom, moving with the magic she had cast on it in the fifth year. Long forgotten.

Slowly she pulled it out, dust lay overtop of it from neglect. She quickly wiped it away and let out a shuddered breath.

'Love Birds 🧡

October 11th, 1995'

"I thought I had lost this" she whispers to herself as she stares at it with a desperate longing behind her voice. She recognized Ginny's Orange glitter gel pen.

Y/n played her guitar in the photo as a younger Hermione sat on the floor and watched with a lovestruck expression. She remembered Ginny telling her she snapped the picture while the two of them were stuck in their own little world.

Hermione let out a hardened breath as she placed the Polaroid down and rested her hands on the edge of the counter. She leaned against it and calmed her raging memories and emotions.

"Fuck" she choked out as her bottom lip trembled uncontrollably, she bit it in hopes to stop the sobs that tried to escape.

Everything she had pushed from her mind started to make its way to the forefront. Sending sharp pains to her soul as she remembers everything that she had loved and lost.

Hermione suddenly grabbed the photo and placed it in her palm, threatening to crumple it with a shaking hand.

"Stop haunting me!" She grits out as her eyes start to fill, threatening to spill out onto her dry cheeks.

"It's bad enough that everything reminds me of you! From the morning sun to the midnight moon...you've ruined everything normal in my life" Hermione says as her fingers flexed over it, refusing to crush the misplaced memory. A salty droplet fell on her face as she stared at it with a mix of anger and agony.

A grunt of annoyance left her lips as she threw the photo on the counter and turned around. She wiped her face in a way to clear her mind, but it didn't seem to help as more tears fell without her permission.

The mixed sounds of the AC and air vent cut in and out as they regulated the small space of the hotel bathroom. It didn't drown out her ragged breathing, sadly.

"You just had to be a hero" Hermione mutters as she turns back around and looks at the photo, that is now lying face down on the counter.

"I told you not to let go of my hand, but you went off and got yourself killed!" She spits out with pure anger as she flips it over and looks at the smiling face of Y/n.

"You're supposed to be here with me, not him. It was never supposed to be him." Hermione says as she gestures to the door, where her soon-to-be husband is fast asleep on the other side.

She breathed heavily, waiting as if the memory would reply. Of course, it didn't. It only replayed again.

"I'm left on this spinning rock in the middle of infinite space, without my favorite person, and you're somewhere where I can't see you...don't you get how physically draining these last seven years have been?" Hermione asks as her anger turns into sadness. Tears falling more frequently now that she's stopped holding back.

"You-You...ugh!" She whispered angrily as she tried to regulate her emotions, but they only seemed to spill over more as she stood in that freezing bathroom. Goosebumps rose onto her skin over time, and the bottom of her feet felt like it was burning due to how cold the tile was.

The picture continued to repeat as it showed better times, that we're trying to be forgotten. All Hermione could do was wrap her arms around herself and muffle the sobs that tried to escape her throat.

It took a few minutes before she spoke again, somehow even quieter. Her eyes darted back and forth between the mirror and the counter, trying to decide what to do.

She sighed, finally landing back on her favorite person...or favorite ghost.

"He buys me roses, I hate roses, and he knows that. He buys me white chocolate when I love dark chocolate. He doesn't like to hold hands when that's my favorite thing." Hermione explained as she began to pace slightly. The tile seemed even colder than before, and even more lonely.

"You knew all these things...you made sure to get me tulips, and dark chocolate, and to hold my hand like I'd disappear..." Hermione mumbled as she ran her fingers through her hair, shaking out the tangles in annoyance.

"Then the one time you didn't take my hand...you died"

That realization hurt.

Y/n had separated from Hermione during the battle, telling her she needed to 'go help' the others.

Ten minutes later, Hermione found nothing left but her wand. She was pulled away by Ron when the Nagini began to come their way.

After the war had been won, Hermione spent days clawing through debris and bodies in search of her lover. The smell of decay was still stuck in her nose to this day.

Y/n was never found.

Hermione hoped that she was out there somewhere, that she was hiding in shame from defecting from the war efforts.

But Hermione knew better.

She knew Y/n better.

That's why her mind told her that she was gone, beginning to come to ash that blew away quickly in the wind.

"Did it hurt?" She asked for the photo as silence scrapped at the walls of the bathroom. Threatening to claw out more realizations that she wasn't ready for...she'll never be ready for.

She hid from her grief like an owl in the night, huddling deep in her nest of sorrow. Her head burrowed down into her wings, shielding herself from the painful realities of the world. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into the blackness of the sky, to fly away and never return.

To escape her pain and loss, to leave her grief far below, to start anew, and never again know the weight of sorrow.

Yet, she held on to the love of her life, even as she was about to marry another.

"If I let you go...will I be happy?" She asks as her nails dug into the skin of her forearm, almost spilling blood from her grip.

She knew that answer. A ghost didn't need to come out for her to figure it out.

The photo showed the final moments before it repeated, where Y/n laughed as Hermione began to sing along.

She swore she could almost hear it.

Her eyes closed as she let her memory replay the vocals of that chuckle, hoping to have it embedded in her mind for safekeeping.

"I haven't heard that laugh in a very long...long time" Hermione chuckled sadly, a sigh coming out with it as she kept her eyes closed. Memories started to fill the recesses of her mind as she thought back on the night before they had gone back to the castle.

"Do you ever wonder what life will be like if either of us doesn't make it?" Y/n had asked as they lay on the small cot together, Hermione had her face buried against her neck. She could still smell nature and firewood that was stuck to her skin.

"Don't even put that into the universe, please" Hermione had whispered back as she held her girlfriend tighter, the boys were talking by the campfire outside.

"It's a valid question" Y/n replied as her hand trailed up and down her spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Even seven years later, in a hotel bathroom thousands of miles away from that forest.

"It's a scary question" Hermione retorted as she looked up at her, her lips brushing the underside of Y/n's jaw. She could still taste that stupid fizzy drink she loved from Hogsmeade.

Older Hermione chuckled at that little remembrance. Her hand reached up and touched her lips in a small attempt at feeling her lost love kiss again.

"How would you like me to phrase it then Granger?" Y/n asked with a small chuckle as she looked down and stared at Hermione with a playful gaze.

"Don't even bring it up" she replied as she leaned up and kissed her to shush the raging thoughts in that once beautiful mind of hers.

Of course, that only worked for a moment.

"Come on, we have to talk about the possibilities," Y/n says when they pull away, and Hermione crawls up to her, resting her forehead against hers.

"As long as you keep your hand in mine, we'll either go down together or survive"

Y/n knew better than to keep poking Hermione about a topic she didn't like. Which was, of course, death.

Hermione looked back at the mirror, and for a moment she swore Y/n stood behind her, smiling.

She took a few deep breaths, focusing her mind back on reality as the light hummed softly above her head.

Her hand grasped the photo gently as she shut off the light and exited the bathroom, walking into the small area that was only lit by the muted TV.

Ron was still in his deep sleep, snoring like nothing was wrong. When everything was wrong.

"I can't do this" Hermione whispers to his unconscious form as she stares at him. Ron's breathing was slow and calm, while hers was fast and earth-shattering.

Her ring finger seemed to burn as the cold metal latched to her skin, trying to stake its claim when it had nothing to take from her.

One person had claimed every part of her body with kisses and caresses full of promises of a life together that hadn't come.

Hermione placed the photo on the dresser as she ripped out a piece of hotel stationary paper and took the pen beside it.

She didn't cry, but guilt did fill her chest. She had tried her best to forget Y/n for him, but it wasn't fair to be unhappy with someone who was nothing but kind to her.

'I'm sorry'

The ring bounced slightly when she placed it on top of the note. Her eyes fell back to the photo when she grabbed her wallet from the bedside table and placed it inside. She didn't want to lose it again.

Hermione moved around the room silently as she packed her duffel bag and changed into better clothing. It only took her ten minutes or so to be standing near the door, looking back at Ron's sleeping form with a regretful expression.

"Goodbye" she whispers as she slips through the doorway and shuts it quietly behind her. The hallway was dim and vacant as she walked a few feet before apparating.

She found herself at the doors of The Three Broomsticks, it was loud inside as the smell of peppermint and cinnamon filled her nose before she even walked in.

Her duffel bag made a noise when Hermione hiked it up before opening the entrance. No one paid attention to her as she walked to the bar and took a seat at it.

Madam Rosmerta spotted her as soon as she sat down and placed her bag near her feet. She walked over with a knowing smile as she glanced down at her finger. Bare.

"What can I get you Ms.Granger?" she asks as she leans over the bar to hear her better. Hermione thought a moment and looked back at her with a small smile in return.

"Do you still sell that drink that she liked?" Hermione asks, silently confirming what everyone knew was going to happen when they saw the engagement announced in the newspaper.

"Of course" Rosmerta replies as she pushes away from the bar and walks to the back. Hermione pulled out her wallet and went to pay when she returned with the mug but was quickly thwarted with a simple 'it's on the house'.

Hermione was soon left to her devices as she took a sip of the drink, the taste of Y/n's lips raced to the front of her mind.

Her wallet laid on the bar top, and the corner of the Polaroid stuck out, enticing her to look at it again. So she did.

It now sat between her and the mug, moving in the dim lights as it replayed for maybe the millionth time.

As time went on, the cup eventually emptied, and Hermione found herself tracing Y/n's face with a heart full of ache.

"How are you?"

She looked up to find Rosmerta filling her mug again, which Hermione tried to pay for but was quickly stopped.

"I don't know how to answer that" she replied as the older woman looked down at the picture giving a sad smile.

She and Y/n had grown close while she was alive, or before she went missing. Rosmetra took it hard when she got the news.

"Sometimes I can still see you two in that booth" the older witch whispers as she points to a vacant table in the corner. Hermione chuckled softly at the memories.

When they looked back at one another, Madam Rosmetra gave a puzzled look when she saw the expression of conflict that laced the former Gryffindor's face.

"What is it?" she asked to which Hermione looked back at the photo and sighed softly. A single thought had been echoing in her mind since the war ended..and maybe it was just delusional hope.

"Do you...do you think she could still be alive?"

That question has been asked many times by different people. It was strange that Y/n was the only body that hadn't been found, but officials said she was most likely destroyed by one of the many vaporizing spells.

"Maybe, there's nothing wrong with a little hope" Rosmetra replied as Hermione looked back up at her, who now seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

"Do you mind if I post something on the bulletin board?" Hermione asks as she gestures over to the hanging board near the doorway. Rosmetra nodded as she was called over by another customer.

Now left alone, she grabbed her duffel bag and pulled out a small piece of paper, and a pen. Her heart thumped as she scribbled something quick but to the point.

Hermione downed the last of the drink and stood up, leaving a big tip for Rosmetra on the bar as well. She strolled over to the bulletin and found a spare push-tack, her eyes wandering to find an open space.

She soon hung her note on the board, taking a step back to look at it. It was in the middle, the Polaroid paperclipped to the piece of paper that simply said:

'Come Home - H'

Hermione stared at it another moment before slipping out into the cold night, the streetlights were dim as she walked towards an Inn down the street.

Her heart thumped softly as she thought about a reunion that would never come. At least not in life.

"I'll never forget you" she whispered into the air, her breath puffing visibly in front of her.

Even as she walked away, she could still hear Y/n's laugh as the Polaroid went through its endless loop.

A part of Hermione knew that her laugh would welcome her into the next journey of life. As much as she hated to think it, it seemed like paradise.

Maybe...

[holdupjack]

The Empress Of Ireland

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Based on the real-life sinking of the ship

WARNING: Angst/No Comfort

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Third Person P.O.V:

May 28th, 1914

4:30 P.M

Y/n Y/l/n stood at the port in Quebec, Canada. Her eyes trailed the side of the RMS Empress of Ireland as the lights on the port deck shone halfway up its side. It was only a few hundred feet smaller than the once-powerful Titanic, God rest those lost. It was older, this voyage was about to be its 96th stretch across the Atlantic.

Even though it has been two years since the news of the once unsinkable beast, and the many safety precautions now added to Liners, the fear still resided in many's chests when having to board one.

Y/n was no different, she wouldn't have gotten back on a ship if it wasn't for a job opportunity in Liverpool.

The young woman had finished her studies at University a month prior, and now was heading to England to pursue a career as a Physician.

An older man smiled from his spot in front of the walkway as she stepped towards him with her third-class ticket, he looked at it for authenticity and nodded towards a young man who had a comb and tongue depressor on standby a few feet away from them.

Y/n begrudgingly let him check her for lice and any illness in the back of her throat. The man apologized softly as he looked over with his flashlight, even the lights from the ship weren't enough to see that night.

"Hello, may I have my luggage sent up to my suite? It's room 13B." A soft voice asks from beside her. Y/n eyes flickered to find someone she didn't expect to know, but she almost jumped for joy.

Hermione Granger stood beside her in the nicest dress and jewelry she had ever seen. Y/n felt her throat close, and even the man said to relax as he looked into her mouth.

They had been friends in University. Y/n had struggled to pay for the supplies and books she needed for class, but Hermione was a well-off girl. Her parents exuded the style of passing down wealth like moths to a flame, and Hermione was the same.

Yet, the young woman didn't flaunt it unless she had to. They had spent more than a few nights talking together, Y/n had listened intently as Hermione explained that she planned to become a surgeon and to begin her life in Canada without the help of her parents.

Hermione seemed to detest the wealth she had and would gain, seemingly wanting a hard but simple life. Y/n would nod, and joke that she would gladly switch lives with her. The young heiress smiled and happily encouraged Y/n to speak about her life and tell her every simple task she had ever done.

Of course though, after a night spent studying at Hermione's apartment near the school. Y/n had found herself resting her head in the humble woman's lap, just staring at her as Hermione read over one of the books she had bought from the local bookstore.

Something brewed fiercely within Y/n, a new feeling that made her want to run and hide from her friend.

Hermione's eyes had finally caught Y/n's, and a soft smile grazed her lips as she noticed the sweat droplet that fell from the girl's forehead.

One thing led to another, Y/n wasn't sure if it was the staring or the soft touches, but they shared a heated kiss in the big living area they resided in.

When they broke apart, surprisingly Hermione wasn't the one to go into a frenzy, it was Y/n. She started to babble overlapped apologies as she gathered her things and tried to make a swift exit.

Well, she tried. Only to slip on the rug and then trip over the coffee table on her way out. Hermione covered her mouth in an attempt not to laugh but soon called out for her that didn't need to go.

Y/n was already out the door, still apologizing to her even out of earshot. Hermione chuckled as she softly blotted her fingers against her lips. The tingles that came from them set her cheeks as vibrant as a blood orange.

As you could expect, Y/n avoided her like she was a wanted criminal hiding from the police. Hermione kept her distance of course, but now and again she would pass by her and gently run her nails across her back. Teasing and tempting the poor soul to come back to her, and stop being so ignorant of her feelings.

Months went by and eventually, Hermione did let her be, knowing that something as taboo as this could set them both down a path they could not walk back from.

Their careers were important, and being a woman in them was already hard enough, they didn't need another target on their back.

But, Hermione was still willing to take the risk anyway.

"Alright, go ahead"

Y/n snapped back into reality as the man in front of her, ushered to the walkway. Hermione let out a soft chuckle as her bags were quickly grabbed by some of the crew to be taken to her room.

The girls didn't stare at one another, but it was obvious they knew of each other by the tension that stood between them.

The older man eyed them with a raised brow but bit his tongue. He knew better than to pry into the lives of the wealthy, but with someone like Y/n being associated with the likes of Hermione? It made him ponder about their history.

"Thank you" Y/n states as she quickly shifts her bag on her shoulder. Hermione finally looked her way as she jogged up the walkway and disappeared into the ship.

"Mingling with miscreants miss?" the younger man asks, and Hermione looks at him with a raised smug look on her face. A twinge of annoyance filled her chest.

"Trust me, sir, that is no miscreant. That is a future heiress to my fortune."

The older man's interest peaked even more.

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8:00 P.M

Y/n settled her belongings in her shared room after a few hours of exploring and met a nice older couple who were going to visit their families for a grandchild's birthday.

After a few minutes of chatting away, they were notified by the steward that the ship was going to pass the last of the cities.

The couple declined the wave goodbye to the mainland, saying it was far too late for them to be doing this much exercise.

Y/n just chuckled and followed the man back onto the main deck, passing by many third-class passengers. A few were laughing loudly as they spoke in drunken Gaelic, Y/n was surprised that they had gotten wasted so quickly, but there was a very good chance that they hadn't gotten on the ship sober in the first place.

Trailing up the stairs to the main deck, the steward went his separate way and left Y/n to her own devices. She stepped towards the railing, surprised to see a good number of people waving at them from land, people around her yelled back their goodbyes.

The ship's horn sang loudly, making Y/n jump as the cheering got louder because of it. She leaned against the railing and watched the little kids laugh and wave on their father's backs on the shore.

"Anyone you know?"

Y/n jumped once again, she hadn't realized that Hermione had taken the spot next to her. A small smile danced on her lips as she looked out into the two handfuls of people down below.

"No, sadly I'm stuck on a boat with someone I know for the next few weeks" Y/n mumbled, to which Hermione had to lean in to hear over all the cheering.

"Oh come on lovely, don't be like that" Hermione replied quietly as the boat began to be guided out.

Y/n sighed quietly as a group of high-class women walked past them. The older one turned up her nose at Y/n's back as she quickly noticed the well-worn and cheap clothes. The difference between Hermione and her infatuation was very easy to spot, the woman cleared her throat.

The girls turned to her and Hermione held back an eye roll. She quickly put on her kindest smile and rested her hands in front of her politely.

"Hello Madame Umbridge, nice to see you" Hermione greets as she lies through her teeth, she almost thought they would shatter because of it.

Dolores was the one her mother had asked to look out for her while away from home. Hermione despised the woman. Her choice of bright pink and Tyrian Purple made her eyes hurt, and she didn't even get the young heiress started on their political differences.

(A/N: fun fact, Tyrian Purple is the most expensive/oldest dye! Can you guys believe the stuff I google to give a deep dive into these stupid imagines.)

"Hello dear, and who is this...young woman?" The older woman asked, obviously trying to secretly ask 'Why are you standing next to trash?'.

Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying something that would embarrass her or Y/n.

"This is Y/n Y/l/n, she's a friend of mine from university. Y/n, this is Dolores Umbridge, she's the one who's been looking out for me these last few years." Hermione explained as Dolores nodded and gave a polite smile to the lesser woman.

"Nice to meet you" Y/n replied as the hard-to-miss glares from the women around them as it barreled down on her.

"Likewise. Now, Hermione, I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you were going to stay in Canada?" Dolores asks as she directs her attention back onto the chocolate-curled beauty.

"Oh, I decided to come back home for a few months to sort something out. If all goes well, I may be staying back home after all" Hermione states, as Dolores seemed pleased by the news.

"Oh, how wonderful! I would love to introduce you to a friend of mine while you are home. He's an heir to a railway fortune, and he's very kind." Dolores says and Y/n notices Hermione clench her jaw slightly.

"Absolutely Madame Umbridge, that is very kind of you," Hermione replied, but the annoyance in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by Y/n.

"Well, we'll leave you two to talk. The ladies and I have a Bridge game to attend." Dolores says as she parted ways with the girls, her pack of similar-looking women close behind her.

When she was far enough away, Hermione sighed softly and turned back towards the city that was slowly going by.

"You seem upset," Y/n says as the deck of the ship was almost deserted of people, everyone either turning in for the night or going to one of the many parties on board.

"She's been trying to butter me up to the idea of letting myself be courted by some random man back home." Hermione states as she pushes away a strand of hair that fell into her line of sight.

"Who is he? A rich husband doesn't sound too bad." Y/n replies as she leaned against the railing with her, their shoulders brushed occasionally.

Y/n didn't know why she was still engaging with Hermione, that interaction with her kind of people was enough to show they were too different. But, the pull she had on the future Physician was concerning.

It made her want to be locked into the girl's orbit like the moon, slightly tugging back enough to mess with the tides of her life, but not enough to scare the nature of her personality.

"Severus Snape. He's twice my senior!" Hermione stated with obvious distaste on her tongue as she spoke his name. Y/n sucked in a quiet breath through her teeth and looked up at the moon above them.

"She said he was an Heir, his parents are still alive?" Y/n asks, slightly surprised to hear of an older gentleman not being bestowed the company or fortune already.

"His father is a stubborn old goat, my father worked with him on a business deal a few years ago. He said that Severus could never handle their fortune while he was still single." Hermione explains and Y/n nods as the details make a lot more sense.

"Ah, the father wants grandchildren to continue on his legacy?" Y/n asks, to which Hermione nodded this time at the response.

"Exactly love," she says as the ship softly chugged down the river. It was getting cold, not enough to send them inside, but a perfect excuse to move in close. Hermione stepped back and gestured to their left.

"Let's walk towards the bow, there's a better view of the sky," Hermione suggests as she watches the lights beside her illuminate Y/n's face. Soft and welcoming.

"Alright," Y/n agrees as they slowly make their way to the front of the ship, a band practiced somewhere nearby. If Y/n remembered correctly, the couple said that the Salvation Army and their band were sailing to England, there were over a hundred and sixty-seven of them.

(A/N: actually true! That's the whole reason the Salvation Army didn't have a band for many years after it sank. If I remember correctly, only eight survived.)

"Do you like the stars?" Hermione asks, breaking Y/n from her thoughts as they watch a steward complaining to one another about some woman from second class.

"The stars? Of course, don't you?" Y/n replied as they passed the dining hall, a good amount of people having a late dinner inside.

"I do, but I would like to know why you do" She hummed as her eyes followed the wood panels below their feet.

"Well uh, I guess it would have to be the unknown about it," Y/n says as two men laugh up ahead, smoking high-quality cigars, Hermione could tell by the smell.

"The unknown? Doesn't that scare you?" Hermione whispers as they walk by the older men, who don't even give them a passing glance.

"No, because why should I be scared of something I don't understand? I'd rather take in its beauty while I'm unknowingly staring into my death." Y/n says as their hands brush one another's with temptation. Hermione felt her fingers twitch, everything in her whispering to hold it.

Hermione had never found same-sex couples 'disgusting', as her peers would call it. She had spent a summer in Greece a year before coming to Canada. Her parents had tried to discourage her from learning about their history, but she didn't listen.

That's when she learned that it was very common and accepted to fall in love with another woman or man. The man she had talked to even said that it was considered sacred and pure, and he didn't like how the Christian Puritans from England and America were tainting the world's cultures.

Then she started questioning herself, and how she saw men and women. She was easily agitated and put off by the male suitors her parents would try to set her up with.

She never had any attraction towards her female friends, so she thought it was just a bit of overthinking on her part.

She just hadn't found the right guy.

Then Y/n came along.

Oh, Hermione felt as though Y/n had been picked out of a romance novel just for her. Everything about her seemed like she had been sculpted to mold her perfectly.

Of course, though, she knew that most likely her feelings would never be reciprocated. The chance of her being interested in women was a long shot, and she wasn't willing to risk it.

You could imagine her surprise when they kissed. Hermione had tried to place her hands to hold Y/n in place, not wanting the lovely experience to end.

You already know how that ended though.

"Why do you like the stars?"

Hermione blinked a few times as they walked onto the bow of the ship, surprised to find it empty.

"I'm not sure, maybe I'll take your answer" Hermione hums as they take a seat on one of the benches.

"Very original" Y/n chuckled as the heavens slowly started to reveal themselves the further they got from the city, the smog was slowly falling away to show the bright night sky.

Their conversation fell away as they stared out into the inky abyss, both knowing that a talk about what happened was bound to come up sooner or later.

"Why did you run away?" Hermione whispered as she placed her hand in the small area between them.

"Hermione" Y/n warned, but that only lulled her closer, causing the heiress to press her shoulder against hers.

"Y/n-"

"We can't. It's wrong." Y/n replies as she stares blankly in front of her. Hermione watched her side profile intently, she could see the small swallows of nervousness she tried to hide, and the shaking of her leg.

"You don't believe that," Hermione says as her hand slowly grasps Y/n's, pulling it back to the middle of them to be hidden.

She felt her stiffen, but as Hermione slowly slipped her fingers into the spaces of her hand, Y/n ultimately relaxed at the touch.

"It does not matter what I believe, it's a matter of life or death" she whispers back as the night air blows across their faces. Hermione hummed as she looked around them, it was still a ghost town. Or ghost ship, technically.

(A/N: the irony)

"What if it's worth it? The risks?" Hermione asks as she looks back at the woman, smiling as she sees her fluster at the thought of them together.

"Well uh...it depends" she mumbles as a seagull flew overhead, which Hermione pleaded that it wouldn't shit on their parade. Literally.

"Depends on what?" She asked as her head leaned slightly closer, to which Y/n finally turned towards her to object to this breach of personal space.

Yet when she looked into those leather-colored eyes, she felt her voice give way. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times, causing Hermione to chuckle softly and press a small kiss against Y/n.

It was quick but like before, it left a desirable tingling on their lips, almost making Hermione forget where she was and making her want to push Y/n onto the bench.

She refrained and quickly backed away when they heard distant laughter, spooking them slightly.

Y/n stared down at the ground, waiting for yelling or a punch from somewhere in the shadows, but nothing came.

Hermione hummed happily as she squeezed her hand and looked back at the night sky.

"It's alright lovely" Hermione whispered as her eyes gazed over the heavens, her smile was as bright as sunlight on this cold night, Y/n almost thought it could chase away the shadows of the moon.

The silence between them was deafening, either girl waiting for the other to speak what was screaming in their minds.

"Why are you going back home to England?" Y/n asks, which takes Hermione by surprise, her eyes flicker back to Y/n as the lamp behind them casts a soft light across the side of her face.

"Why do you ask?" Hermione hummed as her fingertips tapped Y/n's palm, she matched the beat of the band playing nearby.

"You told me all through schooling how you weren't going home, you wanted to start your own life. Why have you changed your mind, really?" Y/n asks as she follows the floor of the bow with her gaze.

Hermione thought for a moment and hummed softly. Should she say it? Should she admit she was following her back home to spoil and take care of her if she'll let her?

No, not yet.

"Can't I change my mind?" The well-off girl asked as she looked back at Y/n, who slipped her hand away and smiled.

Hermione almost grasped after it, but she hadn't noticed voices growing closer to them.

A group of boys walked towards the front of the ship, they nodded a 'good evening' to the women as they went by.

They nodded back kindly as the boys ran over to the tip of the boat and looked around the water.

Hermione watched her infatuation from the corner of her eye, Y/n's face had a soft dust of pink across the top of her cheeks, connecting over the bridge of her nose.

"Would you like to have a late dinner with me? My treat." Hermione blurted out all too eagerly, which made her slightly embarrassed, which was very unladylike. She never lost her composure this easily.

Y/n looked at her for a moment, her heart pounding like an erratic storm. Her eyes trailed across Hermione's face as her hair blew in the growing wind.

Even in the man-made light of the ship, her hair is like a sun-kissed field of golden wheat, gently blowing in the river wind, waving back and forth with each gust, her locks of hair swaying to and fro, begging to be touched and ran threw with loving fingers.

"Uh, alright" Y/n agreed as Hermione tried to suppress the grin on her face as she stood up, waiting for her to follow.

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11:11 P.M

The first-class dining hall was mostly empty, almost everyone had gone to bed or was gambling with strangers in the rooms next door. The girls sat at a booth in the corner, near one of the windows, looking out into the night.

The waiter had brought the first-class menus, which were much nicer than the third-class food, and left glasses of Madeira wine. It was obvious he could see their financial differences, but he minded his business. He wanted a good tip from the brunette.

"So, where will you be living in Liverpool?" Hermione hums as her dark brown eyes mindlessly follow the words on the menu.

"I found a little apartment not that far from the office, the woman that owns the complex is very kind" Y/n whispers as the sound of the river seems softer than usual, maybe the glass was thicker in first class.

"When do you start?" Hermione asks, knowing that Y/n had a hard time staying afloat while in university, no pun intended.

"In a few weeks, I'll be working odd jobs until I get my first paycheck from my official place of work" Y/n states as she gazed upon the delicate woman's face. Well, delicate isn't the right word, porcelain maybe? Yes, that's it.

Hermione Granger is as beautiful as porcelain, like fine Chinese pottery. Her delicate beauty is a sight to behold, yet so fragile and easily broken. She gleams and shimmers in the light, with a glow that warms the heart. Yet, beneath the surface, she holds the weight and memories of a thousand lifetimes.

Despite her beauty, she has endured many bumps and cracks, and the scars only add charm to her beauty. She is delicate, yet strong; ethereal yet rooted in the world. Like porcelain, her beauty is timeless and ageless, yet her heart still yearns to be held and loved.

"Your eyes are soft, what is on your mind?"

Y/n blinked and focused back onto Hermione, who watched as Y/n's eyes dilated rapidly.

Her eyes expanded like two dark holes in the night sky just outside, absorbing the light in the hall in an instant. They were bottomless wells of awe and admiration, ever-watching and perceiving every detail of Hermione's face.

"Soft?" Y/n hummed as she took a sip of her wine, it was much smoother than the malt liquors and beers she could afford. God, she didn't even want to know the price of it.

"Yes, soft. What's on your mind?" Hermione asks again as she rests her elbow on the table, her chin in her palm.

The smile on her face spoke whispers of deference without making a sound, seemingly dripping endless confessions of infatuation laced in each ridge and curve.

"You don't seem deterred from being seen with me, aren't you nervous about Madame Umbridge seeing you still talking to me?" Y/n asks, deciding to divert her thoughts away from the obvious attraction and tension growing between them.

"No, why would I? I can be acquainted with whoever I like" Hermione hums matter-of-factly as her eyes glowed in the candlelight, their warm hues shifting and changing as the flames danced.

Y/n realized that Hermione was stating that she had no plan of letting her run away again. Maybe it was the romantic atmosphere or the way the young Heiress pupils dilated, but she felt the chain of obsession clings between them.

"A-Alright" She replied. Hermione chuckled softly as the waiter came by again, and took their orders.

"What can I get you ladies this evening?" He asks as he takes out his notepad, he looks at Hermione first with a kind smile.

"I'll have Roasted Duckling topped with Apple Sauce, and a side of Chateau Potatoes" Hermione hummed as she handed him the menu, he nodded and quickly looked at Y/n.

"I'll just have the boiled rice" she replies as she hands him the menu, he just smiles but the man is slightly surprised to see an obvious urchin like her to choose the cheapest thing on the menu. He usually saw people like her take full advantage of their rich payers, but that didn't seem to be the case this time.

"Boiled rice? That is no dinner for an upcoming physician! Please, give her the same as I" Hermione states as the man scratched out the boiled rice and wrote down an X2 next to the woman's order.

This was, yet again, strange. He was used to having the rich try to coax their guests to buy something cheaper, but to have them almost force the best of the best? Now that was a sight to see.

Y/n jolted suddenly as Hermione's foot grazed her thigh, her knees banged into the table as the waiter looked at her in concern.

"Are you alright?" He asks and Y/n quickly clears her throat and nods sheepishly. Hermione stared at her with a devilish smirk as her foot traced Y/n's leg teasingly.

"Yes, sorry" she coughed out as the man nodded and quickly walked away. Her hand reached under the table and grabbed the brunette's ankle like a small warning, but the hold was gentle.

Their eyes burrowed into each other's, Hermione was just grinning as she saw a soft maroon color sprinkle onto Y/n's cheeks.

"Don't look so nervous" Hermione chuckled as Y/n let her foot go and gave a sigh in response, but a smile crept onto her lips as they stared at one another.

"You're a danger to be around" Y/n chuckled as she took another sip of her wine, obviously trying to calm her nerves as Hermione tried her best to keep to herself.

"Part of the charm...isn't it?" Hermione replied as Y/n looked around the Dining Hall. It would be clear to anyone who was listening that those two sentences meant more than they would know, it was almost like the secret was being screamed out, but in incoherent riddles.

"I would say so" Y/n replied as the ship chugged its way along the river, towards the open ocean.

The girls fell quiet as they waited for their dinner to arrive, seemingly nervous to say something that could be overheard.

"Would you like to come to my room after dessert? We could share a nightcap or two?" Hermione whispers as her eyes fall to Y/n's lips and back to her gaze multiple times.

Y/n swallowed as her face flushed again, yet Hermione looked utterly taken by the woman across from her.

"I wouldn't want to imp-" Y/n started but she was quickly shut down when Hermione spoke again.

"Please, it would be my pleasure" she whispered as her eyes flickered between smitten and pure want.

Y/n swallowed her nervousness again and just nodded, afraid to say the wrong thing. Hermione smiled softly.

What did Y/n just agree to?

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May 29th, 1914

1:30 A.M

The dinner went by within a blink of an eye, and the two soon walked up the stairs towards the first-class cabins.

Y/n followed behind Hermione as she watched her beautiful curls bounce with each step she took. The ship's lights made her look like an angel floating into heaven, a fuzzy and dim atmosphere clouded around them.

A steward walked towards Hermione and smiled brightly, his black slicked-back hair was too shiny to look at.

"Good morning Miss Granger! How may I assist you this fine morning?" He asked as Hermione smiled politely at him as they got to the first-class landing,

"I'm fine for now Charles, go get some sleep" She replied with a smile as her eyes caught his name tag. He nodded his head with a small 'thank you' and walked away quickly. Y/n raised an eyebrow when Hermione looked back at her with a playful grin.

"What? It's their job to know who they're taking care of." Hermione hums as she begins to walk up another set of stairs to the first floor of rooms.

"You say you want to live a normal life, but I think you like the princess treatment that comes from the high end" Y/n chuckles as she follows closely behind, her eyes digging into the brunette's delicate back as it moved underneath the tight fabric of her dress.

"What woman doesn't like to feel like a princess?" Hermione chuckled as they walked down the very beautiful hallway, their arms brushing as they did.

Hermione pulled out a key from her coin purse as they stopped at an opening, the door read '13B' on a gold metal plating.

But before they walked in, Hermione's name was called again, they both looked to find Dolores Umbridge walking toward them with a smug smirk. At least she was alone this time.

"Oh hello, you two. Did you have fun with your...friend tonight, dear?" Umbridge seemed to struggle to say the word 'friend', but Hermione ignored it.

"Yes, we were just going to have a nightcap in my room before she heads back to third class" the young woman replied, which the nervous nature of Dolores seemed to fall. Obviously, she was very happy to hear that Y/n would be going back to her own kind soon.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, I might corner Madame McGonagall for a nightcap before she heads off to bed" Umbridge grinned as she fixed her dress with a few adjustments, Hermione just nodded politely at her statement.

"Y/n and I saw her playing Blackjack in the gambling hall," Hermione says, but it was a blatant lie, they hadn't even peeked into that room after dinner.

"Splendid! I'll go there right now before some pompous military General distracts her." she mumbles with a chuckle as she fixes her hair. If Y/n didn't know better, she would have thought Umbridge was dolling herself up for this McGonagall woman.

"Have a good night" the older woman says with a fake smile as she patted Y/n's shoulder apprehensively and walked towards the staircase.

Hermione's jaw clenched when Umbridge touched Y/n's shoulder, she almost slapped it away.

When they were left alone again, Hermione huffed angrily as she unlocked her cabin and stepped inside.

"God, that woman is so infuriating!" She grumbled as Y/n shut the door behind her and took in the much nicer single cabin.

"She seemed calmer without her group of hyenas around her" Y/n chuckled as Hermione sat on the couch with a small sigh, rubbing her temples.

"Madame Dolores is easily influenced by her husband's entitled friends...she isn't that bad when it's just us" Hermione whispered as she stood back up and poured two glasses of Brandy from the small tray of alcoholic beverages next to the porthole.

Y/n stood by the door and watched her with a small smile as Hermione's hair fell to the sides of her face.

"Hermione" Y/n whispers out as the young Heiress places the bottle down and looks at her softly as her pupils dilate as she looked at her.

"Yes?"

Y/n just smiled as she finally let herself be happy behind closed doors, and shut off the lights. The moonlight was dim but shined onto the side of Hermione's face from the porthole, her eyes were sultry as she chewed on her lip softly.

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1:56 A.M

Within moments, Y/n had closed the gap between them and kissed Hermione.

Their breath became one as they shared a passionate kiss, feeling as if their very souls were becoming intertwined. Their soft lips pressed together, savoring the taste of each other's mouth. Their arms wrapped around one another, pulling closer as they melted into the moment.

They moved in unison, their bodies molding to one another, and they lost themselves in the heat of the passion. Their hearts raced and their bodies throbbed, and in that moment, there was nothing else in the world except for each other. It was a moment of pure, unbridled joy and desire, a moment that would forever be remembered.

They couldn't hear the repeated use of fog whistles by their ship, or the echoing of a whistle from another boat. They were lost in the passion.

Hermione let her lips trail down to Y/n's neck as she clutched her shirt closer to her. She knew that Umbridge could burst in here unexpectedly, but she didn't care. Her Y/n had finally stopped running from her, and she wasn't going to let her leave this room that easily.

Hermione smiled when she felt Y/n push her onto the couch, and both felt the hungry stares they gave each other in the dark.

MINUTE ONE

Sadly, this was short-lived when the ship suddenly lurched to its side, a loud metallic groan rung out as Y/n slammed into the dresser and Hermione slipped on the couch and ran into the wall.

"What the fuck?" Y/n whispered as she quickly turned on the light, and hugged her side that had slammed into the furniture, the drinks had spilled onto the floor.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she limped over to Hermione who nodded and rubbed her shoulder.

"Yes, are you?" Hermione asks as she stands up, gently placing her hand on Y/n's side.

"Yeah, it just knocked the wind out of me" she gasps out softly as she tries to catch her breath. Hermione quickly put Y/n on the couch and fixed her hair out of instinct.

"I'll go see what's going on, stay here" Hermione whispered as she walked by the porthole, it was too foggy to see anything out onto the water, but it seemed like they weren't moving. She couldn't fully tell.

"I'm going to lay down" Y/n huffs softly as she lays on the couch, her breath slowly coming back.

Hermione looked at her a moment and walked back over, pressing a kiss to her forehead, something in her chest told her to do it.

"I'll be back, alright? Don't open the door for anyone." Hermione whispers as she looks back at Y/n with a small smile, she sees her cheeks glow like two roses in the morning sun, their beauty and softness illuminated by the light above them.

"Alright," Y/n whispered back as Hermione stood back up and made her way over to the door, locking it behind her as she stepped out into the hallway.

MINUTE TWO

A few other passengers were in the hallway as well, standing in their pajamas and nightgowns as they murmured amongst one another.

Some said 'it was probably nothing', while others continued to debate whether to go wake a steward or go back to bed.

Hermione quickly made her way down to the first-class lobby to find a few other passengers waiting for a steward to show up and explain what was happening.

Charles wasn't anywhere to be seen.

(A/N: Sad Fact, most of the stewards were asleep in their quarters, so they died almost immediately when the ship was hit. The impact was right where they were sleeping in the plow. So, Hermione unknowingly sent Charles to his death...poor fake steward I made up lol)

Hermione sighed softly as she looked out the window to see it still foggy but noticed a smaller coal boat awfully close to the ship. The Empress of Ireland wasn't moving, just like she thought. The other ship wasn't moving either.

MINUTE THREE

A minute went by waiting for a steward to explain to them what that sudden jerk was, but still, no one came.

MINUTE FOUR

Slowly but surely, Hermione and everyone in the lobby, felt a slight shift beneath their feet. The ship tilted slightly, the railings tilting at an ever-so-noticeable angle.

A steward finally barreled into the lobby, his face red, his breathing heavy, and loud. An older gentleman walked towards him to ask what was the matter, but more people ran into the lobby.

"Everyone! Please make your way to the lifeboats! Take a life jacket and pass it down!" A stewardess from third class yells as she grabs the jackets from a small closet nearby.

Hermione was stunned to hear those words and to see their panic. It wasn't until Dolores ran into the room and looked at Hermione, did she realized what was happening.

"Thank goodness you're awake, we have to go," Dolores says as she grasps Hermione's arm and tries to pull her away, but the young woman stands her ground.

"I have to get Y/n-" Dolores scoffed and dragged her forcefully towards the boats, Hermione hissed at the grip around her bicep.

"You and your fascination with that urchin! Trust me, rats like her know how to swim." she grumbles as Hermione is now being pushed towards the boats by scared passengers behind her.

She looked out to the water and saw the ship from before seemed a little farther away, the Empress of Ireland was slowly drifting away.

There weren't many people on the decks, which confused Hermione. There weren't a lot of first-class or second-class passengers, the ship was mostly filled with the third-class.

"Please, I must go warn-" Hermione started again but what cut off when the ship was suddenly plunged into darkness and complete silence.

MINUTE FIVE

A young child nearby started to cry as men shouted for women and children to get on the boats first, yet Hermione could barely see anything.

Did they hit a rock? Or did they get too close to land? Why was the ship sinking?

Where was Y/n? The lights turning off must of given her a reason to come investigate.

"Let me go" she whispered as she tried to wiggle out of Umbridge's grasp, whose nails seemed to dig deeper into her skin.

As their eyes adjust to the pitch-black darkness, Umbridge pulls her towards her face towards Hermione's once they get close enough to the boats.

"Do you have a death wish? The boat is sinking. Quickly. And all you can think about is that lowlife parasite? If I didn't know better, I would think you liked her more than a woman should about another lady." Umbridge whispers harshly as she squeezes Hermione's bicep with a warning.

Hermione glared back as she finally ripped her arm away, her chest puffed up in anger.

"And so what if I do? I'd rather die on this boat with her than live a life full of sorrow and regret like you do" she spat back as they scowled at one another, but Dolores chuckled darkly.

"I knew you would end up a dyke the moment I saw you with her...once you lay with dogs, you wake up with fleas" she states as she pushed Hermione away in disgust. The younger woman held her head up high as she walked away quickly. She pushed her way through the crowd as fast as she could.

MINUTE SIX

Hermione slipped from time to time as she quickly made her way back into the first-class lobby. The slight angle on the wooden floor made it hard to stay upright, and put didn't help that she could barely see anything.

"Y/n!" she calls out as she walks up the stairs, tripping a few times as she does, a loud metallic groan rumbles under her feet, causing Hermione to pause.

The sound of the ship groaning is an eerie and haunting noise as if a great beast is in pain or distress. The groaning is a deep, rumbling sound, accompanied by the loud creaking of the wood and metal of the ship as it is pushed to its limits. It is a mournful and desperate sound and one that can be difficult to ignore.

MINUTE SEVEN

Her heart thumped widely as she waited for the ship to quiet down. Suddenly a man rushed down past her, knocking her into the wall as he called out to his wife to 'hurry up'.

A woman rushed by her a few seconds after, carrying a crying baby on her hip as she tried to quickly run down the stairs.

Hermione let out a jagged breath as she ran up the stairs and into the pitch-black hallway. The angle had become steeper, almost un-walkable as she made her way to the door, that was now at the higher side of the incline.

"Y/n! The boat is sinking, we have to go!" Hermione yells as she goes to unlock the door, but finds it open. The Heiress held it open as she sort of climbed in with a huff, but soon found it empty.

"No...Y/n!" Hermione yells as she tumbles back into the hall, her eyes darting up and down the corridor.

MINUTE EIGHT

Hermione stumbled back towards the stairway, slowly making her back into the lobby. There were a few men escorting everyone towards the boats as they held onto any furniture that was nailed to the floor. The incline was getting worse.

The young woman walked over to the men and grabbed one shoulder, capturing his attention in the chaos.

"Have you seen a young woman my age? She has y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes, and is about this tall?" Hermione asks over all the yelling and crying as she holds her hand up to her lost lover's height.

"Ma'am I've seen multiple women like that. I'm sorry, but please get to a lifeboat as soon as possible. Save yourself." He says as he quickly jogged towards one of the boats, leaving Hermione to slowly spiral in her mind as she panicked.

What if she got into a boat already?

Hermione trudged her way towards the railing and squinted out into the water, there were five lifeboats already in the water, but she couldn't tell who was in them.

"Y/n!" The brunette yelled out into the night, but she couldn't hear over the crying and screaming of other passengers around her. Their voices echoed repeatedly against the water, but none of them sounded like the woman she was looking for.

She had a feeling those voices would haunt her, if she made it out alive...or maybe she'll be roaming the bottom of the river, still looking for her Y/n.

MINUTE NINE

Hermione saw another boat being haphazardly sent down by other passengers. Where was the crew? Why weren't they helping everyone?

(A/N: Most of the crew dipped like super early btw or died already)

She quickly pulled herself over to the men who were letting down the ropes, they struggled as their hands gripped the ropes.

Hermione peered down at the lifeboat, it swung slightly and bumped into the side of the ship. She scanned the heads desperately but saw no one matching Y/n.

Suddenly, a man with the ropes loses his grip, sending one side of the lifeboat smashing into the side of the ship. People screamed as they fell into the cold sea below, the other man couldn't hold the other end of the boat by himself. She could hear the rope burning his hands as it slipped through his grip.

No one could hold a ten-ton lifeboat, but it still horrified Hermione to see it cascade onto the people it was once carrying.

(A/N: Sad fact: the sixth lifeboat actually did capsize and fall on to people who fell in the water)

"Oh god!" a woman screams from beside her as it soon sinks under the water.

"Y/N!" Hermione yelled, terrified that she had missed her in that boat. Terrified that she just watched her die.

MINUTE TEN

The ship suddenly screamed and moaned with metal crunching behind its vocals as it began to tip onto its starboard side (right side).

(A/N: Fun fact this time: Captain Kendall was thrown off the bridge and into the water when the ship suddenly tipped and was pushed down further by the Empress when it crashed into the water. He survived tho!)

Hermione lost her footing but hung onto the railing as people fell into walls or through entrances onto the ship. People screamed and cried as the majestic Empress of Ireland side slammed into the water.

The ship cried in agony as Hermione hung from its railing, glass shattered somewhere below her feet as water started to pour into the halls and lobbies. She looked down a moment but saw nothing but endless unknown, her mind flickered back to Y/n for a second.

"The unknown? Doesn't that scare you?"

"No, because why should I be scared of something I don't understand? I'd rather take in its beauty while I'm unknowingly staring into my death."

Her thoughts were quickly snapped away when someone grabbed her wrists. A man stood on the port side (left side) of the ship and pulled her to safety, her eyes dilated as people crawled out of portholes or tried to at least. Some were just too small to fit through.

The man quickly ran to other portholes, maybe hoping to save someone else or to save himself. Hermione just froze for a moment, her mind trying to explain to her what just happened.

"Y/N!" Hermione yells out into the night as she stands on her feet, stumbling as she looks around her. The ship from before, the coal boat, floated nearby as the man yelled from its deck to come towards them.

"Hermione!"

MINUTE ELEVEN

Her eyes widened as she heard her name finally yelled back by the voice she thought was lost to the sea.

She looked around, it was too dark to see much of anything, but she soon heard banging against metal. It sounded desperate, and Hermione knew it was for her to follow.

"I'm here! Hermione!"

She looked behind her and saw a hand slamming against the side of the ship from a porthole.

"Y/n!" Hermione yelled as she ran over to the opening, her heart pounding as she fell to her knees and peered down into it.

There she was, her Y/n. Standing in the first class suite, and still smiling like a loveable fool.

"Where were you? We have to go!" Hermione says as she grabs Y/n's shirt and tries to get her to crawl through the porthole.

"I went looking for you after the lights went out, but I came back to your room when I couldn't find you. Then the boat tipped." Y/n says as she grasped Hermione's hand and looked at her longingly.

"We can talk later lovely, now come on!" Hermione says as she pulls her closer to the hole, but then realizes why Y/n wasn't in a hurry.

The porthole was too small.

They stared at each other, Y/n seemed content but sad. While Hermione looked absolutely destroyed.

"No...No. Get to another room, there's a bigger porthole just a few doors away!" Hermione says desperately as she points to another window.

"Hermione" Y/n calls out.

She looked back down at the girl, her eyes full of worry and fear. Yet, Y/n still looked calm.

"I can't swim"

A punch to the gut, that's what they say that feeling is like? It didn't fit with what Hermione felt when she heard those words.

To her, it seemed like the entire ship had been dropped onto her stomach.

It was silent between them as the terror around them seemed to fade out of their little bubble. Hermione lay on the side of the ship and got closer to her lover's face.

"It couldn't have filled that quickly, the ship isn't sinking anymore!" Hermione says as finally, a tear fell down her face.

(A/N: in its final few minutes, the ship was actually floating on its side as the rest of the open areas filled with water. A lot of people thought it had run aground.)

"Yes it is, you can feel it" Y/n whispers as she reaches up and places her hand on Hermione's cheek.

It was true, she could feel the vibrations of the ship as the water enveloped its body. It was haunting to feel and to realize that she was still in danger.

"Do you want anything while I'm in here? Dresses? Jewelry?" Y/n chuckled, trying to ease the tension just a little as she looked around the messed up room, water started to slowly trickle through the cracks of the door.

"You...that's what I want" Hermione whispers pleadingly as she grasps Y/n again, silently bargaining with God to save her.

She'd burn in hell if it meant she could get her out of here. It didn't matter if they never saw each other afterward. As long as her first love was alive.

MINUTE TWELVE

Y/n smiled sadly as she pulled herself up towards the porthole and peeked her head out. She saw another ship letting down its lifeboats.

"You have to get out of here, the ship is going to suck you down if you stay" Y/n says as she looked back at Hermione, whose tears fell effortlessly.

"Swim as fast as you can to a lifeboat, the water is going to be very cold, but you have to keep going" Y/n says as the door begins to creak with warning, it was going to burst soon.

Hermione didn't know what to say. How do you part with someone you have longed for over a year, and leave them to die?

"Goodbye Hermione, I love you" Y/n whispers as her eyes blur, her heart pounding as the ship groans again.

"I love you too"

The only words that Hermione had wanted to say since they kissed back in her apartment in Quebec. The only letters that mattered in this moment.

The brunette grabbed Y/n's shirt and pulled her towards the porthole. Her mind damning every higher power and karma that had let this happen.

They kissed for the final time, it was loving and passionate, and Hermione couldn't care less if some survivors decided to smear her name about it to a journalist.

One man did see, however, his face full of pity instead of disgust. It was the older gentleman who had taken their tickets, and his heart fell for them.

Life is cruel and unfair, but this was beyond the normal pain any human should be given. He wondered if God had better plans for them in the next life?

When they pulled away, tears fell like rain on a Sunday morning. It was soft and full of nurture.

"My love, take a deep breath once you're under the water...it'll only hurt for a moment" Hermione whispered in a choked-out sob, to which Y/n nodded.

It broke Hermione's soul to tell Y/n to inhale the water...like she was finally realizing that this was it.

She'll be gone from this life in a few minutes.

"I will...now go!" Y/n says as she pushes Hermione away, their eyes meeting one last time before the Heiress reluctantly runs towards the water.

MINUTE THIRTEEN

As she ran into the water, her hair stood on end. It was beyond freezing, and by the looks of the unmoving bodies that had jumped in much earlier than her, it was cold enough to take her life.

Hermione swam as hard as she could, getting as far away from the Empress as it continued to slip beneath the waves.

She could hear screams of people who were being sucked in by the vortex as it got stronger with each passing moment.

It took everything in her not to turn back and descend into the murky waters with Y/n, holding her hand as they spent their final moments together.

"Miss! Right here!" A man yells in front of her, he holds a lantern as he stands on the bow of a lifeboat.

Hermione's teeth chattered as she got closer to it, two sailors waiting to grab her by the edge as they seemed relieved to find more living people.

Once she got close enough, they quickly yanked her out of the water and covered her body with a blanket. She shook violently as water dripped from her hair and onto the floor of the lifeboat.

Two older women wrapped their arms around her to keep her warm as the men rowed them all towards the coal boat.

It was quiet as Hermione stared at the ship, her eyes glued on the porthole that held her lover prisoner.

Within seconds, she watched the water begin to spill into the opening, her hand covering her mouth as she began to cry again, the woman held her tightly.

This was it.

Soon enough, the ship disappeared below the water.

MINUTE FOURTEEN

2:10 A.M

"Sweet merciful God" the lad with the lantern whispers as the bow of the Empress of Ireland rose out of the water and screamed one last time before finally falling to the earth below the waters, where it would house its dead for years to come.

It was like a final 'goodbye' from everyone stuck inside, but it wasn't as comforting as one would hope.

The area fell silent, only hearing the occasional call out from nearby or the rowing of the man behind her.

"Fourteen minutes" a man behind Hermione whispers, to which she turns to him in surprise.

"W-What did you say?" She asked as the man looked at her with guilt. The others seemed to stare at him as well.

"The ship was gone within fourteen minutes."

Hermione gazed at him in disbelief. That couldn't be right. Fourteen minutes was long enough to sink a big ship like the Empress?

It felt so much longer.

The Titanic took a few hours! Granted it was a few hundred feet bigger than the Empress, but they should have had an hour at least!

"What happened?" Hermione whispers as she looks back at where the ship used to be. Her eyes were full of sorrow as she wondered how far down her everything had been taken.

The men seemed to tense as they got closer to the other ship, rowing right beside it as people started to call down to them.

Hermione looked up upon its side and read the name 'STORSTAD', but then noticed its mangled front. It looked as though it had come face-to-face with a mountain.

It didn't take long to realize what had happened, and when she did, she felt sick.

Hermione was soon brought on board, noticing that a few hundred crowded around the bow. There was only one boat left in the water, and that made her stomach twist unbearably.

There were a little under 1,500 people on that ship, and it now seems that over 1,000 souls have been lost or not found yet.

"God dammit" Hermione whispers as she walked towards the railing and stared at the area the ship had sank. Bubbles were still coming to the surface.

"Hermione? Is that you dear?"

The young girl turned to find Madame McGonagall staring at her with a sad smile. She slowly walked over to the cold railing and stood beside her.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly as she watched Hermonie begin to shake. It was obvious it wasn't from her damp clothes or the cold night air.

"No...No I'm not" she whispered as she cried softly to herself as the older woman placed a hand on her shoulder.

Hermione sobbed quietly as she let her mind come back to a calm state, her body no longer running on survival instincts.

"She must have been very special for you to cry over" Minerva whispers, to which Hermione looks up at her in shock, wiping away some tears that continued to fall.

"How?" Hermione whispers back, to which the older woman nods her head behind her.

Standing behind them, even in the darkness of the night, was a bright pink and purple-dressed woman.

Dolores had survived.

"What kind of God takes away so many people, but not that monster" She spits with venom as she pushes herself away from the railing and walks towards the smaller woman.

"Hermione!" Madame McGonagall calls as she follows close behind. People seemed to quickly move out of the young girl's warpath, almost like they knew what her anger was about.

When Dolores's eyes met the iron glare that was Hermione's, her smile dropped. An annoyed look took over her features as the two now stood toe to toe.

"Where is your little...friend?" Dolores asked, but she seemed to know the answer already as she began to smile.

"She didn't know how to swim" Hermione bit out in anger as her fists clenched into the fabric of her dress.

Dolores didn't look fazed by the fact that Y/n couldn't save herself, she looked quite pleased to be perfectly honest.

"Oh dear, that's too bad" she hums with a sinister smile, but soon McGonagall spoke up.

"Tell her the truth, Dolores. Tell her what you did" she states with a harsh whisper as people start to look at them and the interaction.

"What? What do you mean Minerva?" Hermione asks in confusion as she looks at her and then back at Dolores. Who now looked nervous instead of ignorant.

"I didn't know the ship was going to sink so quickly!" Dolores replied with her head held high as her eyes flickered between the two in front of her.

Hermione got in her face, eyes full of utter disgust and anger. People began whispering as they watched this unfold, wondering what was happening.

"What did you do." the young woman whispered.

Dolores kept her mouth shut, but her obvious gulp was enough to show that she was still very nervous.

"A young woman came up to her before we got on a boat, she was asking about you" McGonagall says which earns her a glare from Umbridge.

"Y/n...she said she had gone looking for me" Hermione whispers as she stares at the woman in horror.

"You...you sent her back to my room." she states as her breathing becomes irregular and she starts to see red.

"I thought you two would see-" Umbridge starts but McGonagall steps in.

"Don't lie. Even the Devil knows to tell the truth when caught" McGonagall says as she tries to pull Hermione away, but she doesn't budge.

Dolores stared into Hermione's eyes and took a breath. She licked her lips anxiously and finally admitted what she did.

"I told her I hadn't seen you when I have...that you were probably waiting back in your room when I knew you'd be searching on deck when you didn't find her" she whispers and Hermione looks at her in disbelief.

People began to murmur around them.

'She sent that girl to her death'

'What a monster'

Hermione continued to stare at her as the last lifeboat began to board onto the 'STORSTAD'.

"You killed her" the brunette muttered as her heart seemed to squeeze in her chest. She felt as though it would pop at any given moment.

Dolores tried to speak again, to possibly excuse her behavior, but Hermione didn't let her.

She slapped the older woman. Some gasped while others gave a satisfied hum at her action. Dolores touched her cheek and looked at her in disbelief.

"You murdered the love of my life...I will have you tried for your crimes!" Hermione grits out as she grasps the front of Umbridge's dress and begins to push her toward the railing.

"Hermione!" Minerva calls out a everyone began to whisper again.

'The love of her life?'

'If she throws her overboard, I'm turning a blind eye'

'Did she just say she was a queer?'

Hermione pushed her against the metal bar as Umbridge grasped her in desperation, afraid to fall into the murky water below.

"Please-"

"You don't deserve mercy!" Hermione yells as a tear falls from her hatred-filled glare. McGonagall grasps her shoulder and makes her look back at her.

"Killing her won't bring Y/n back, you know that" she states as her hand squeezed her shoulder.

Hermione contemplated her choices before letting her go in a huff and walking away. She tries to get as far as possible from the wench before she is hauled off to jail herself.

Hermione made her way onto the bridge of the ship, finding the Captain of the ship sitting down with his head in his hands.

His name tag read 'Captain Andersen'.

(A/N: actual name of the captain)

"Do you mind if I sit?" Hermione asked quietly as the man quickly looked up and nodded, giving her his seat, soon taking back the wheel from one of his men.

"Where is he!?" a voice yelled from somewhere on the bow, and a pair of footsteps ran up the stairs and into the bridge.

Captain Kendall stared at Captain Andersen in complete anger, just fists asking as he began to yell.

"You sank my ship!"

(A/N: that's what he actually said when he was brought on board)

Hermione sighed as she quickly walked out of the bridge and walked further down the ship. Wanting to finally be alone after such a spine-ripping experience.

She took a seat on a bench at the stern of the ship, letting the night whisk by as she looked up into the sky.

The stars.

They had been admired by the two only a few hours prior, before soon watching the same couple say goodbye to one another.

Hermione smiled sadly.

"You are right my love, they are beautiful"

[holdupjack]

Smells Like Christmas

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Slytherin Reader/No War Plot

WARNING: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

Spring, 6th Year

Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room when she saw a certain Slytherin pop into the room. She smiled softly as they dusted off their pants, but quickly hid it when their eyes connected. They make their way to her and smile while carrying an arm full of books.

"Hey, Hermione" Y/n says with a grin, as she takes the seat in front of the Gryffindor.

"Hello Y/n/n" she responded, as she focused her attention back on the book in front of her.

You know, Hermione really doesn't understand why Y/n was placed in Slytherin, she didn't act like the others-

"I think love is a lie"

Ah, never mind. There it is.

Hermione looked up from her book and gave a raised eyebrow in response. This was peculiar, Y/n was usually the one that romanticized everything.

"Why?" She asks, expecting her to say that she has been rejected by a love interest. Her stomach tightened at the thought alone.

"Because! There is no way to prove it's real" Y/n replied as she set down her books and opened up her Alchemy Assignment.

Hermione chuckled softly as she shut her book and grabbed the potions one beside her. Y/n waited patiently for the reason for her ominous laugh.

"True there is no way to prove it to you, but there is a way to see if you do like someone," Hermione says as she flips to the page she was looking for.

"Here" she states as she turns the book toward Y/n, who hummed softly.

"Amortentia? Really Hermione? We learned this in the fourth year." she groans, to which Hermione rolls her eyes in response.

"So? At least it proves you can love" Hermione mumbles with tease, Y/n laughs loudly.

She quickly covered her mouth as she looked over to the other Gryffindor Perfect in the corner. Ron sighed and shook his head at the two, usually Prefects kept the Common Room quiet, but he was in no way going against Hermione. She was the other Prefect anyway.

"Hey, I can love! I just don't think she likes me is all." Y/n replies as she begins to complete her assignment with a glaze of upset in her eyes.

Hermione nodded at the quiet confession that sounded like it came from a voice of anxiety than herself.

"Have you made the potion recently, just to be certain? " she asks and Y/n shakes her head while jotting down an answer on her paper.

"And why not?" Hermione asks as Y/n sighs softly, her hair moving slightly from the wind blowing in from the window nearby.

"Because, if I smelled her in the fourth year, I'd get the same results again. Nothing has changed," she replies as Hermione leans back and laughs quietly. Her eyes comb the Common Room, but is empty.

"What about you? Do you think yours will be the same as if was in the fourth year?" Y/n asks as she looks back up at the Gryffindor, who hums in thought before answering.

"Probably not, my eyes have fallen for others since then," she says with a small smile, to which Y/n chuckled in response.

"Wouldn't it be crazy if you smelled multiple people?" Y/n asks, causing Hermione to grin and gently kick her leg under the table.

"It will only be one. I'm not that indecisive." Hermione states as the Slytherin snickered to herself at the thought.

Hermione's head tilts slightly as she watches the witch calm herself down from all her giggles.

"Anyways, isn't weird that you know what they smell like because you love it so much?" Y/n then asks, which the Gryffindor shrugs at.

"Not really, you smell like Christmas. I like it." She states as Y/n raises an eyebrow with a smile to go along with it.

"Christmas? What am I? A walking hallmark card?" Y/n questions, causing Hermione to laugh softly at the similarities.

"Come on, do the potion with me! Now I'm tempted to see if I'll smell more than one person" She chuckles out, but Y/n just shrugs.

"Eh, maybe later?" she says as she gets more comfortable in the chair, letting her head lean against the backrest.

"Fine, if you won't do the potion, then I will" Hermione hums as she stands up. Y/n's eyes widened at the statement as she sat back up.

"How about we do a different one? Uh...we can make Ron drink the Ageing Potion!" she suggests, causing Hermione to raise her eyebrow at the idea.

"ALL OF IT!" Y/n claims. Hermione pinches the bridge of her nose.

"He'll be like a hundred and sixteen. What happens if he falls, breaks a hip, and dies?" She asked as Y/n fiddled with her Quill.

"We'll remember the virgin ginger fondly" she responds as a smile starts to break out onto her lips.

"Hey!' Ron yells from somewhere in the Gryffindor tower, making Y/n look around with paranoia.

"He's going to throw me out of the window" she whispers in a slight panic, to which Hermione shook her head and sighed.

"I'll be back" she hums as she walks toward the tunnel, opting to grab the supplies from the Potions Classroom.

"Don't leave me here!"

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Hermione returned later, huffing slightly from the shimmy she had to perform to get through the tunnel with everything. When she finally got back onto solid ground, she found the young Slytherin fast asleep in the chair.

At least Ron didn't 'throw her out the window'.

"God, she acts like I was gone for ages" Hermione whispers as she quietly begins to set up her cauldron on the table.

Her potions textbook was soon cast to float at eye level as she waited for the water(?) to boil. She took a seat back in her chair and stared at Y/n.

(A/N: Logically all potions should start with water...right? Or is there some special liquid that they use? Whatever, it's my Imagine so it's water.)

"I wonder what it'll smell like" Hermione hums, watching as Y/n's eyes darted under her eyelids like a pinball machine.

Hermione had always favored Y/n more than most of her friends. Finding any excuses to bring her along to functions or study sessions.

Finding ways to just be alone with her.

Yet, she didn't smell Y/n in her fourth year. She had found Ron's scent wafting into her nose.

So any inkling of interest she thought she had in the girl, quickly disappeared. It was showing her what her heart desired, so it must be true!

Of course, feelings for Ron were lost as time went on. Replaced with a brother/sister relationship more than anything.

The water was boiling when her attention was brought back from the void of her mind. A soft 'huff' left her lips as she stood up.

It didn't take long to make, but crushing up a pearl for its dust did take a few minutes.

She then threw in the Ashwinder Eggs, Rose Thorns, Peppermint Leaves, Powdered Moonstone, and Rose Petals.

Almost immediately a very familiar scent started to flow through her nose as she stirred her brew.

"Peppermint, cinnamon, and...pine trees" she whispers as she sniffs the concoction again.

"It's smells like..-"

A smile broke out on her lips, her suspicions now being confirmed as her eyes landed back on the woman before her.

"Christmas." She whispers as her eyes soften at the small movements Y/n made in her slumber.

"Hermione why are you so close to me?" Y/n grumbles with sleep in her voice, Hermione furrows her eyebrows at the question.

"I'm not" She replies as she tilts her head at the still shut-eyed Y/n.

"I can clearly smell you, you're right-" Y/n cuts herself off when she sits up to find Hermione standing in front of a pink smoking cauldron.

"Here...uh oh." She whispers as her gaze averts from the woman in front of her, down at the table.

It's quiet for a while as Hermione shut off the bunsen burner underneath the pot, and carefully placed everything out of the way from her line of sight of the Slytherin.

"So...do I smell nice?" Hermione asks as she sits back down, causing Y/n to snicker slightly and apprehensively look back at her.

"Yes, very nice. Like parchment and old book, and a little bit of coconut" Y/n replies as she gazes back down at the table, a soft breath gets caught in her throat when Hermione stands up and pulls her seat closer to Y/n.

She sat back down at the head of the table as the room filled their noses with the potion. Some would consider this too strong, but Hermione liked it. It was sort of like sitting next to a burning Yankee Candle.

"I told you, my favorite scent is Christmas." Hermione hums as she watches the gears turn in Y/n's head. Their eyes met and held no secrets between them.

"You knew, didn't you?" Y/n asks and Hermione shrugs but smiles kindly.

"No, not about your feelings. I had an idea about who I might smell, but I'm very happy to find out you feel the same." She replies quietly as a group of students walk into the Common Room loudly, before disappearing back up the stairs.

"So...what now?" Y/n asks as her face seems as red as Hermione's tie. The Gryffindor thought a moment and looked out the open window. The sun was setting soon, and the nightlife would be out and about for the Spring festival in Irondale.

"Will you accompany me to the festival? It starts soon." Hermione suggests as her eyes fall back onto an awestruck Y/n. Somewhere in the Slytherin's mind, she had thought the Lioness beauty would tell her to never speak of this.

Which sounded ridiculous knowing that she said she felt the same, but you never know.

"A-Alright, when should we meet?" Y/n asks as she clears her throat, watching as the setting sun turns Hermione eyes into a bright hot chocolate color.

"We'll meet outside the grounds, near the south entrance. Is seven o'clock alright?" Hermione asked as she helped Y/n gather her things from the table, their fingers brushing one another's as she passed her books or papers.

"Uh, of course! I'll see you then" Y/n replies as she stands up, whispering a quick goodbye as she tries to get herself ready as quickly as possible for, supposedly, a date with Hermione Granger.

"Y/n?" Hermione calls before the Slytherin begins to crawl through the tunnel. She turns back with intrigue as the Gryffindor tempted her back with a beckoning gesture with her index finger.

Y/n slowly walked back over as Hermione stood up and stared at her with a soft gaze.

"Yes?" Y/n asks as she gets close enough.

Hermione just smiled as she gently grasped the woman's chin and planted a soft kiss dangerously close to her mouth.

She noticed the blood that had rushed back into Y/n's cheeks as she began to back away, which encouraged Hermione to kiss the burning skin to unknowingly stake her claim.

"You flatter me with the color your skin makes due to my touch" Hermione hums quietly as Y/n stared at her with anticipation.

"I know you must drink the potion to become infatuated, but the pleasure my heart feels as the smell of you wafts into my lungs with every breath I take. It's intoxicating." She whispers as Y/n ghosted her lips over Hermione's.

"Hey! No making out in the Common Room!"

Y/n jumps back as Hermione rolls her eyes, looking up at the balcony to find Ron and Harry grinning like the brothers they acted as.

"You two are assholes, you know that?" Hermione asks as Y/n quietly whispers that she'll see her later and make her grand escape from the Gryffindor tower.

"Assholes? She must be really mad Harry! Hermione never cusses" Ron snickered as Harry shook his head and gave a small apologetic smile to his female companion down below.

"You're just jealous that I'm getting more action than you are" Hermione replies as she begins to pack up her things. Ron's joking attitude drops as Harry laughs loudly.

"Shut up Harry! I get as much action as you Mione!" Ron defends, but instead of backing off from her jab at him, she decides to go all in.

"Oh really? That's not what the girls are saying" Hermione replies. She huffed quietly as she carefully carried the cauldron toward the tunnel, deciding to sell off the batch to Hannah Abbot so she could sell bottles of it to their schoolmates.

Technically, her making the potion was against school rules. She won't tell if you don't.

"What are they saying?"

Hermione just left instead of answering, smiling triumphantly as her day ended beautifully.

She had a date with her gorgeous Slytherin, she was about to get a good amount of money for said date, and she got the last word against Ron.

This was something out of a fairytale.

"Hermione! What did they say!"

[holdupjack]

Lunch

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Minister Hermione

WARNING: SMUT 18+/MINORS DNI

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Y/n’s P.O.V

I yawn as the elevator ascends me to my wife's office.

She had once again, forgotten her lunch.

I don't blame her, she does have a stressful job so I'm not surprised she forgot to bring her food. Who knows if she even eats during the day?

When I stepped out of the elevator I was immediately greeted by her assistant, who gave me a soft smile.

"Hello Mrs.Granger, can I help you?" She asks as I smile back.

"Is she free?" I ask as I hold up the bag, and the girl nods.

"She told me that you are the only one who's free to come into her office when she is busy" She laughs and I chuckle back.

"I promise I won't be long, by the way, it's 12:30" I remind her and the girl looks at the clock.

"Lunch breaks are the best time of the day" she giggles as she grabs her purse.

"Have a good lunch" I wave as I watch her walk to the elevator.

"You too!" She says as the elevator doors close.

I smile as I open the door to my lovely wife's office.

"Mione?" I ask as I just see stacks of papers blocking the girl and her head pops up.

"My love? What are you doing here?" She asks with a smile.

I hold up the bag and her smile drops with a groan.

"I'm so sorry, I knew I forgot something" Hermione sighs as I walk over and hand it to her.

"It's alright, I just came home from an awful morning of removing a hex from a broom when I saw it in the fridge" I sigh and she furrows her brows.

"What hex?" She asks as she takes my hand into hers, kissing it gently.

"Hurling Hex" I sigh again and she covers her mouth.

"So I'm guessing the story has already made its way to you?" I laugh and she grabs my face, forcing me to lean down to her level so she can look it over.

"I didn't know it was you! I would have come down to the hospital wing to sit with you!" She huffs as she examines my face for any cuts.

"Hermione, I'm fine" I laugh out and she pinches my cheek harshly.

"Ow! Hermione!" I hiss as I try to pull away, only for her to hold my neck. I fall to my knees and she lets go, I immediately rub my now throbbing cheek.

"I didn't know the broom was going to slam me into the wall!" I argue and she crosses her arms, giving me her famous Hermione glare.

She's only given it to me one other time before, and that was when the war was over. I broke my arm and didn't tell anyone till Madam Promfrey noticed, she immediately ratted me out to Hermione who gave me a lecture for half an hour

"Please forgive me" I whisper as I rest my chin on her thigh.

Suddenly her eyes darken, something I only see when it's the two of us at home.

Something is running through her mind...

Something sinful.

"Do you promise to be more careful?" She asks- demands and I nod, keeping eye contact.

"Then for making me even more stressed now, you need to apologize," she says as she runs her hand through my hair, her nails gently scratching my scalp.

"I'm-" she cuts me off by harshly grabbing my hair.

"Not that way my love, get under the desk" she whispers as she loosens her grip.

I do as she says and silently thank god that she doesn't get visitors often.

I rest her legs on my shoulders and have her scoot down towards me.

I slowly move her skirt up and her underwear to the side.

She was already starting to drip as I moved closer to her.

I hear Hermione take a ragged breath as I slowly lick from the bottom of her folds to the top.

I looked up to see her head back and eyes closed, it looked like she was sleeping.

I slowly start to suck on her clit. She wraps her legs around my head and I am pushed deeper into her.

The sounds of me hungrily sucking and licking her like a popsicle, are taking over the room.

"Just like that, good girl" Hermione moaned, and I could feel my skin start to heat up like it was on fire.

As I continue to suck her clit relentlessly, I decide it's time to fully de-stress the beautiful minister.

I slowly pump two fingers into her slick folds and she stifles a moan by biting her lips.

Her entrance was pulsating as it clenched around my fingers. I pull my finger out to the tips then slam them back in, she arches back with a sharp hiss.

I curled my finger every two pumps, just to watch the most powerful witch trembling above me.

Suddenly her body posture changes and she harshly grabs my hair again, stopping all my movements.

"Mrs.Granger? May I come in?" The tiny voice of her assistant said through the door and Hermione glared down at me, basically warning me if I tried anything she would punish me horribly.

"Of course" she calls and I slowly push my deeper into her. She clenches her legs around my head.

"Here's the papers you asked for" I hear her assistant say and Hermione takes it gratefully with her free hand.

Her grip tightens again as I curl my fingers, hitting the spot that makes her see stars.

"Minister? Are you alright? You look like you have a fever" says the girl and I hold in a chuckle.

"I'm alright, your mother is in town today correct?" Hermione asks and I raise a brow, continuing to pleasure the poor woman with slow and gentle thrusts of my fingers. I spread her open to see how turned on she is to be pleasured in front of someone, and she shudders slightly.

"Yes Ma'am, she's only here today before she leaves to go see my father in France" the girl sighs and Hermione nods.

"H-How about you take the rest of the day off?" Hermione asks and the girl gasps.

"Minister that would be wonderful! Thank you so much!" The girl laughs and Hermione gives a smile. I hear her door close and Hermione's smile drops as she looks down at me, her eyes so dark that I almost think they are black.

"My kitten, what were you thinking?" She snarls as her hand yanks my head to the side, I whimper as she waits for my answer, and I pause my actions.

"I-I just wanted to make you feel good" I whisper and her eyes soften slightly...only slightly.

"Don't. Do. That. Again." She whispers back, venom laced in her voice.

"I'm sorry" I whimper again and she lets go of my hair, she scoots down more to me and smiles deviously.

"Finish what you started" she demands and I nod, I start my attack on her again and she throws her head back with a quiet moan.

I could feel her walls tightening around me and  I smiled.

She's close.

Hermione runs her fingers through my hair as she whispers about how good I make her feel.

Her breath increases and her legs start to shake violently.

I remove my fingers and as Hermione is about to ask me why I plunge my tongue into her, she gasps.

"Y/n!" she whispers as she whines out her moans.

Suddenly her body shakes with ecstasy as her cum gushes into my mouth, I happily accept it.

As I clean her up slowly, she tries to push my head away.

"Sensitive," she says and I shrug, continuing to clean up my mess.

After I finish, I get out from under her desk and Hermione pulls me into her lap.

"Thank you for the stress reliever" she mumbles as our lips meet.

"Anything for the Minister"

[holdupjack]

They’ll Be Much More Interested In My Wife

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Hollywood film stars hiding their love.

WARNING: SMUT 18+/MINORS DNI

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Third Person P.O.V:

Los Angeles California, 1958

Hermione had moved to the States in 1955, a month after her 18th birthday, She had hugged her mother and father goodbye to pursue a career in the biggest film industry in the world.

She was destined to become a star.

Her soul yearned for it.

The young girl was cast fairly quickly due to her beauty and the seemingly natural talent she had for capturing her emotions onto film.

Hermione did many movies within the last few years, having to mask her accent for most due to the 'all-American girl fantasy' the whole word was stuck on.

Then again, she understood the charm.

She had reluctantly gone on dates with many male stars, all of them being less than fruitful as they talked on and on about their successful movies and Oscar wins.

On one of the days on the set of a 'romantic' war film, she was the lead. Y/n Y/l/n walked in dressed as a secretary, her character's 'roommate'. Whom she was supposed to fight with, in the next scene.

This movie had more secret gay underlining than straight movie buffs would ever realize.

She hoped the future generations would see it and appreciate the risks the writers took.

Y/n is a beautiful woman, always smiling as she read her lines, or laughing at something one of the stagehands said.

Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off her as they waited for everyone to be ready for shooting, their eyes met from time to time as Hermione sat in her chair with her legs crossed, her thumb holding her chin as she blocked her growing smile with her index finger.

This wasn't their first encounter, not even their second, and you could tell from the way they greeted and looked at one another.

It wasn't a surprise that in the time they lived in, openly dating someone of the same sex was a death sentence, with your career and literally.

They had first met a few months into Hermione's first year as an Actress, circling each other like predators.

It was a secret hostility they shared, since Y/n had a few years on her in acting, even though they were the same age, and considered Hermione a threat to her career when it came to the chances of getting leads in movies.

Y/n had been a child star, and Hermione even grew up watching her in the family-friendly movies she saw with her parents.

Hermione found her pretty then, and even more gorgeous now.

She had known of her feelings towards women for many years now, she honestly knew it was the whole reason she detested men.

Yet, she had to keep up the act. No journalist or paper could know how she felt, so if that meant unfulfilling dates and sex, so be it.

They only had a month left with each other until this movie wrapped up for editing, and the male lead, Joesph Cotten was hitting on them relentlessly.

(A/N: actual actor back then btw, but I know him best from Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte...also no idea if he was a lady's man, so consider this satire)

The girls just gave fake giggles and thanked him for his kind words before they were called onto the stage. They took their places and waited for the director to call the scene to action. Y/n sat at a desk while Hermione stood behind a door that led into the area.

"Action!"

Hermione walked into the room and shut the door behind her, Y/n didn't look up as she pretended to sign papers, she then glared at her.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered in her very convincing American accent as Y/n looked up and had a confused look on her face.

"Pardon me?"

"You told me that you were going to stay home today" Hermione states as she walks toward the desk and peeked past her and into the window that had her boss (Joseph) sitting inside talking to an associate.

"I'm a secretary for an important general of the U.S. Army, I can't call off because you told me to Lily" Y/n replied as she stood up and walked over to a filing cabinet, opening it to a slew of blank papers inside.

Hermione loomed next to her and stared at her face in a soft panic, the corner of their eyes saw the camera slowly make its way to capture their emotions.

"Please Mary, go home after lunch." Hermione whispers as she stands closer to capture Y/n's gaze.

This movie wasn't focused on expressions like the others they had been in, instead of close up of their faces to make a statement, it was told through body movement.

Yet, the gazes shared between them told another story, a relationship between a spy and her 'roommate'.

The whole plot was that Hermione's character, Lily Sullivan, is tasked by the United States military to coax a confession out of Scott Willis (Joseph Cotten) as an enemy of the country. When in reality, "Lily" was the one selling secrets to other countries, she was covering her tracks by killing Scott. The man that was hot on her trail.

Yet, she only says goodbye to one person before she goes on the run.

Mary, her 'roommate' for many years.

They end up leaving together.

The studio said it was a friendship built on lies but was still strong after everything. While Hermione and Y/n knew what it really was.

The girls have on-screen chemistry better than most male and female actors, the papers had said it paid off that they were such good friends off-screen.

"If it bothers you that much Lily, I'll go home after lunch. May I ask why with the urgency?" Y/n asks as she shuts the filing cabinet and Hermione freezes as she pretends to think of a reason.

"I'll explain everything to you later, alright?" She replies and Y/n nods with a bit of hesitation, before ultimately verbally agreeing.

"Okay, Lily."

Y/n then walks out of frame, leaving Hermione to act as if she was thinking deeply for a few moments as the camera zooms in closer.

Her eyes just flickered up and down Y/n's body as she stood a few feet away, it took everything in Hermione to not smile and ruin this take.

Y/n didn't smile, but the glint in her eye showed her that she was enjoying their little staring contest.

"Cut! Great job everyone let's take five and do the next scene with Y/n and Joseph, then will do another take of this after!" the director yells as a bell rings for their dismissal.

A few assistants crowded around the girls as they were pulled towards their chairs for any hair or makeup fixes.

It was late into the night, and they were behind schedule due to a broken camera last week. So today everyone was forced to pull an all-nighter and come back the day after next.

Hermione loved an all-night shooting, it happened once in a blue moon, but when it did?

Y/n came home with her.

No paparazzi would be staying out late to catch them holding hands inside her car, where they could hear the giggles as she chased Y/n into her home and kept the lights off.

Where they would worship each other without fear of being caught by unwanted eyes.

Oh, Hermione loved all-nighters.

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When the set was closed and everyone had gone home for the...well it was 3 A.M, so morning. Hermione parked her car behind the studio and waited for Y/n to jump in, the walls were high around the Hollywood set buildings, and even bushes blocked anyone dumb enough to try and climb it for a rare photo.

Hermione loved it when the entire studio was almost vacant, besides the security that watched the gates. They never cared that Y/n had been coming with Hermione to set every morning, or that they left at night together too.

Everyone knew they lived close by, so in their heads, it was just carpooling with a good friend. Of course, the tabloids wouldn't see it that way during all-nighters like this. Where she didn't drop her off at home, or at times where they didn't even make it out of Hermione's garage.

She couldn't keep her hands off her all-American girlfriend, and Y/n couldn't stay away from the British Vixen.

Y/n emerged from the shadows beside the building and quickly slipped into the passenger side of Hermione's 1957 Chevy Bel Air.

"Hello my darling" the Brit whispers as she looks around for any prying eyes, then kisses her cheek softly.

"Hiya doll, did you have as much fun as I did on set?" Y/n asks as Hermione starts the car and drives off to the exit, her hands were aching to touch her like she wants to.

"Very much, but Joseph needs to back off" Hermione mutters as they turn into a small alleyway between two set buildings. The windows were down, the air softly blowing on their faces.

"Awe, still jealous that he grabbed my ass?" Y/n snickered as her girlfriend groaned softly as she thought back on the action from earlier today.

They both knew that if they wanted to get far in this world, they had to let a few hands touch them without objection.

The women could only hold back slaps to the face when this happened, and act as if it didn't bother them.

Of course, when Hermione watched their male lead grab her girlfriend's ass, it took everything in her not to stake her claim in front of everyone.

"I'm not jealous. I'm pissed" Hermione responded as they pulled up to the security guard, who smiled at them as he came up to the passenger side window.

"Get some rest Ms.Granger and Ms.Y/l/n," He says as they smile back at him as he walks towards the gate and opens it for them.

The car crept out into the street and then turned to the start of their way home. Y/n looked out towards the high-end clothing stores, their display windows dim, but you could see the shine the fashion produced.

"I'm still surprised you haven't gone shopping during our lunch breaks," Hermione says as she catches her stare, to which Y/n chuckled in response.

"No time, you know our 'breaks' are only fifteen minutes" Y/n sighed as she looked back at Hermione. They were stopped at a red light, the glow of all the street lights illuminated Hermione's face as they stared at one another.

"I've missed you as of late my love" Hermione whispers as she rests her hand on the space between them, her palm open and ready.

(A/N: this was in the days when there was no center console in between the front seats so you could literally lay someone down in the front and have a grand old time lol)

"We've seen each other almost every day for the last three months" Y/n replied as she slipped her fingers between her girlfriends. Hermione squeezed slightly and hummed in dissatisfaction at her lover's answer.

"I know, but if I had it my way, I'd hug and kiss you after every scene and performance you gave" Hermione whispers as she notices the streets are empty, no cars coming or going, or even a single person walking the lonely sidewalks.

"You just want to find every reason to touch me" Y/n whispers back as Hermione looks around them one last time before through the car in park and unbuckling herself, leaning over their intertwined hands.

"If God told me touching you was a sin, I’d go down to hell with a grin on my face" Hermione states as she kisses Y/n's neck, leaving a bright red lipstick stain in its wake.

A guilty moan slipped past Y/n's lips as her girlfriend happily nipped and kissed her sensitive skin like a hungry mosquito.

"Hermione" Y/n warns as she feels a hand land on her knee and slowly trail under her skirt. Her eyes fluttered closed and snapped open multiple times as she kept watch for any signs of life.

Hermione's fingers traced the lining of Y/n's undergarments, earning another moan as she leaned her head back.

Suddenly Hermione backed away and put the car back in drive, but her hand grasped Y/n's thigh and pulled her close enough to not raise any suspicion.

Y/n looked back up and realized a car was coming up behind them, thankfully the light turned green and they were on their way.

Hermione was now only less than an arm's length away, which worked in her favor as she hooked her fingers around the fabric covering Y/n from the greedy hands of her girlfriend.

"Hermione are you-"

"Shhh, just enjoy our extended ride home" she states as she pulls her garments away enough to slip her hand under it with less resistance.

Hermione kept her nails short, which was unusual for most actresses, but she cared about her Y/n more than nonsensical questions from the media about her defiance of social norms.

If only they knew.

Her fingers slowly circle Y/n's clit as she turned onto a back street neighborhood.

Y/n's legs spread slightly as Hermione trailed down her folds, teasingly slipping the tip of her finger inside her, and then removing it swiftly.

Hermione just chuckled as Y/n moaned softly, and looked at her with pleading eyes as they cruised down the quiet neighborhood.

"Be quiet my love, as much as I want the world to hear how good I make you feel, you have to be quiet" she whispers as trailed back up to her clit and gently pinched it. Y/n hissed and gave a glare to the side of her head, to which her girlfriend chuckled in response as she stared at the road.

The pads of her fingers seemed to apologize for her as she soothed the bundle of nerves with small circular motions.

Hermione slowly halted at the stop sign and let her eyes fall onto her beautiful co-star as she tried to bite her lips from moaning in pleasure.

"Lay your head on my lap" she whispers as she retracts her hand and lets Y/n lay down on her thighs.

Hermione could see her underwear had fallen below her knees, peaking out under the skirt, showing the beautiful purple she was wearing,

The Brit's hand snuck back under the fabric of her skirt in desperation, feeling her fingers begin to coat with her slick as she traced her folds again.

"Please Hermione" Y/n pleads in a hushed voice as she grasps the seat in agony. Hermione cooed in response as she turned onto a long narrow street, finally slipping two fingers into her lover's aching entrance.

A moan got caught in Y/n's throat as her head was thrown back in pleasure, a hand grasping Hermione's shirt so she wouldn't crack the leather of her car.

Hermione stalled her fingers and buried them deep inside of her favorite girl, watching from the corner of her eye as she squirmed under her touch.

"Fucking tease!" Y/n whispers as Hermione curls and separates her digits inside her. A soft chuckle left the woman's throat as she continued her sweet torture.

"But you feel so nice around me, can you blame my passion for you?" Hermione asks as her eyes darted around the road, feeling her cunt quiver around her fingers.

"Are you going to cum just from my motionless hand?" She teases as she curls them again, Y/n's mouth hangs open from the sensation.

"You know, if we had soundproof dressing rooms, I'd fuck you senseless during every break. No matter how short it was." Hermione admits as she begins thrusting her fingers at a slow and calculated pace.

"W-We'd never get anything done" Y/n replies between her groans, to which her girlfriend chuckled again.

"Oh my love, if you weren't so headstrong about acting, I would have moved us out to the middle of nowhere by now, so I can have you like this all the time" she whispers as the car rumbles over a pothole, causing the vibrations to stimulate Y/n for a moment.

"Oh god" She whispers as Hermione's pace speeds up slightly, quiet lewd sounds fill the space. If anyone got close enough to the open windows, they would certainly hear the heavenly noises.

Jazz played from the only lit house on the block, tons of people stood within its walls as the starlights drove by.

"Would you like to host parties if our kind is ever allowed to love freely?" Hermione asks as the curling of her fingers becomes more constant with each thrust.

Y/n tried to respond, but the curve of Hermione's palm began to rub against her clit in delicious circular motions.

"You'd be a cute little host, I'd smile proudly as you greeted our friends and introduced me as your lover" Hermione whispered as they turned onto a street that was a straight shot to their homes.

Y/n's hands grasped Hermione's forearm as the pit of her stomach began to tighten familiarly. It took everything in the woman not to dig her nails into her girlfriend's skin, knowing that the bruises would be hard to cover up with makeup.

"You're going to cum already? I was ready to drive around the block a few times" Hermione hums, but the smug and teasing tone didn't slip past Y/n's fading coherent thoughts.

The Brit quickened her pace, noticing cars she recognized all too well, that were parked around the corner to their homes. Also her hand was starting to cramp at this angle.

Fuck, why are they out here?

Paparazzi are waiting nearby, ready to pounce on the women unprovoked from the open windows. She should stop, and just ask Y/n to, loudly, ask her in for a quick drink in case any cameras were watching them.

But, Hermione was too enamored by the fact that only she could bring Y/n to this state. Feeling her body squeeze and tremble around her fingers was delightfully maddening.

Hermione continued down to Y/n's home, they had maybe less than a minute.

"Cum for me my love, we're almost to your house" Hermione whispered as her palm slapped against her clit in a frantic motion from her thrusting.

Y/n's mouth hung open as she uncontrollably dug her nails into her lover's skin. Oops.

Hermione watched from the corner of her eye as Y/n's legs shook and a generous amount of slick covered her fingers, dripping onto the fabric of Y/n's skirt.

"F-Fuck!" Y/n moaned quietly as her head pressed into her girlfriend's lap, and her back arched from the pleasure. Dots of white poked holes in her vision as she stared at the ceiling of the car.

"I think some of our 'friends' are waiting for us." Hermione commented as she reluctantly pulled away her hand and sucked them clean. So she wouldn't ruin her steering wheel...obviously.

Y/n didn't even give herself time to recompose, slipping her underwear back around her hips and sitting back up. Even after a quick session in the car, Y/n still looked as if she had just come out of makeup.

A bright red lipstick stain shined through the dark.

"Don't forget my signature on your neck" Hermione chuckled as Y/n quickly rubbed away the stain, not wanting to take any chances with the journalists.

Hermione had been right, when the headlights hit the tree line when she was turning into Y/n's driveway, two photographers were waiting for a chance at a picture of Y/n or herself bringing home a costar.

Technically it would be true, but they would just say that they two shared drinks after a long day on set. Oh to be so naïve.

The girls acted as if they didn't see them, instead as Y/n got out of the car, she asked her 'friend' in for a cocktail and to talk about some...unfinished business.

Hermione accepted and shut off her car, locking it behind her as she got out. They could hear the clicking of cameras as they walked to the front door. It took everything in the English woman to flip them off.

They slipped into the house with ease, Hermione watched Y/n lock the door and flip on the living area light. She signaled her to follow, and they instead went upstairs and stepped into her bedroom.

It was pitch black, but Hermione knew this room better than her own, so she easily made her way onto the bed.

Somewhere in the darkness, she could feel Y/n's eyes on her, Hermione then felt a hand start from her calf and trail up to between her thighs.

Goosebumps were left in its wake.

"Let me return the favor, won't you Granger?"