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[lionizingheathen]

Quietly- H.G.

Sub!Hermione Granger x DomFem!Reader

Fucking Hermione in the stacks of the library

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex, teasing, slightly public setting

Smut under the cut, hope you enjoy it

"Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god." Hermione whined, and you chuckled against her cunt, lifting your head as you breathed heavily, wrapping your arms tighter around her thighs. You both needed this, it'd been too long, too many things getting in the way. "Quiet down." You murmured, and buried your face between her thighs again, sucking her clit between your lips, running your tongue over it. She let out a sigh and tightened her thighs around your face. You looked up to see her brows furrowed, her hands gripping at the shelves above her head as she let out a full breath moan, making you smirk. "Y/N... Y/N!" She cried, and you pulled away again, shaking your head and holding a finger to your lips. You loved when she couldn't keep quiet, but only one of you would be able to successfully talk their way out of a detention and it wasn't you. "Shh..." You whispered, and she furrowed her brows, reaching a hand down to push your head, but you stopped her. She hadn't really acknowledged that she needed to be quieter. You could change your tone, be crueler if that was waht she needed to get the point across. "I-." "Do you want everyone to know what you're up to in the library today? Is that what you're begging for right now?" You ask, and you watch as she chews on her lip, shaking her head at you. So fucking precious. "No... No, please, ma'am." She whined, and you felt your ego swell as you smirked up at her, digging your nails into her thighs, pulling a small cry from her lips. "Then bite your arm, because I'm not slowing down." You said, and Hermione nodded, bringing her arm to her mouth, biting down as you licked a long strip up her cunt before pulling her closer, letting yourself get lost in her, in her moans, in her taste, in the very essence of this side of Hermione Granger. The side that she saved especially for you. "Oh my God." She whined, and you knew she was close. You knew she'd cum any minute with a bit of prompting. "Cum." You instructed, sucking her clit back between your lips. A moment later she did, quivering and cursing and digging her nails into your skull. You moaned, letting her pull you in, allowing her to tug at the strands of your hair as she tightened her legs, squeezing your head between her thighs. "Fuck, Y/N!" She gasped, shivering as she began to come down. You worked her through it, only stopping when she slumped against the bookshelf behind her. "Good girl... You did so good..." You murmured, burying your face in her neck as she caught her breath. A few moments later she let out a tired chuckle, pulling away from you to give you a warm smile, making your heart pound in your chest. She never failed to take your breath away. "Fuck, my legs are shaking..." She said, and you smirked, nodding. That was good. She'd wanted that. "Get it under control and go back to your boys." You pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, wiping them with your thumb. You noted how her lips quivered "I'll see you later." You murmured, and she nodded, giving you a small sort of smile. "M'kay." She leaned close again, pausing just before kissing you. "I love you." You grinned, tucking her hair out of her face before you let her down, watching her stand on quivering thighs. "I love you too." You said, squeezing her hand once before leaving her to stumble back out to her boys, still looking very fucked out, much to your personal amusment. "Mione? You alright, you look exhausted." Ron said, and you chuckled, wiping your mouth on your shirt as you tried to fix your hair best as you could without a mirror. "I'm fine, Ron. Let's just keep working." She sounded worn out. Hot. "But-." "Lets keep working." Hermione said, and you smirked to yourself, shaking your head as you walked out of the library. You'd have to corner her again soon.

[ilguna]

☼ advanced (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; when all of your friends left you for changing, Hermione was the only one that stayed.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 1.6k

notes; READER IS RAVENCLAW.

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It didn’t take you very long to discover that the professors of Hogwarts don’t actually care about the academics of their students. If they did, then they’d offer more challenging material for those who need it more than others. Like you, for example.

There have been countless times where you’ve asked for harder assignments because what they were giving you was entirely too easy. You’d blow through their work in fifteen minutes, and then they’d expect you to make yourself busy until the end of class, as if that made any sense.

They didn’t want to give you harder work, because that meant they’d have to create a whole new curriculum for you, basically. They wanted you to continue to follow along with their lessons and do well in class. Harder work meant potential failing grades, and they weren’t going to take the chance.

So, you moved onto seeing if you could work ahead of your class. However, that only worked for so long. The only teacher that even entertained the idea was Snape, surprisingly, and that was mostly because he wanted to see how much you could do before you gave up.

You liked it, because that meant you’d have to read the potions book for once instead of skimming over it. You stayed up for countless nights finishing papers, excited that you finally had something to do. 

He got tired of watching you turn in work weeks in advance, because that meant you weren’t paying attention in class. Which isn’t entirely true, because you often found more helpful information in the class, and you were able to correct your mistakes—what little you had. Besides, you think he was fed up that you didn’t tap out.

It brought on a brief phase of doing other students’ work, especially the older students, until you got in trouble for that. It was fair, you couldn’t really complain about it because it made sense.

The very last effort you made was taking the issue up with Dumbledore, in hopes that he’d side with you and possibly talk to the teachers about giving you more nutritional work than what they had to offer. Instead, you were shut down and told that everything is taught at a pace for a reason.

Since, you’ve decided that you don’t really care about showing up to class anymore. If they’re not going to try and help you, after you’ve asked them several times, then you’re not going to humor them. What’s the worst they’ll do? Give you detention?

Well, they have. Each time you go, it’s the same bullshit about finishing your work, and then you can go. And each time, you finish the paper in ten minutes and slap it on the Professor’s desk on the way out. They don’t even bother to stop you anymore, because they know the work is actually done.

What a shame, really. You’ve spent a lot of time lately, thinking about what other students they’re letting down by going about it this way. In muggle schools, they have advanced classes for students who are ahead. You can’t understand why they don’t do the same here.

They’re all about bright witches and wizards, until they have one right in front of them. Of course, maybe it’s because of the house you’re in. It’s expected of ravenclaws to go above and beyond in their work. Maybe there have been hundreds of other girls and boys like you, looking for more and then repeatedly being let down. 

You would transfer, if you could.

“I was thinking we could go to the Three Broomsticks tonight.” Hermione bounces, looking between you and her two other friends.

Hermione’s the only real friend that you’ve managed to keep this year. The other friendships that you’ve taken years to perfect have all vanished into thin air. It must have something to do with them being afraid that your troublesome behavior is contagious. At least, that’s what you like to think, because they all stopped coming around when you began to skip class.

You can’t explain just how weird it is to go from being the most popular student in ravenclaw, to being not talked about at all. They were proud to call you one of them because of your test scores and excellent behavior, but it took a sharp turn when you no longer followed the criteria of the house.

You thought that shit would only happen with the slytherin’s—you suppose betrayal can happen anywhere.

When it comes to Hermione, though, she can’t bring herself to care. She can see why you skip class to cause discussion with your Professors, but she always turns her nose up when you mention detention. It’s an idea that’s never crossed her mind once, and it didn’t cross yours for a while, either.

Besides, she’s friends with Ron and Harry, who are friends of yours by association. The two of them are always getting in trouble, whether they mean to or not. She had to let go of the fact that you had unintentionally turned into one of them, without ever meeting them before.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. You’ve had a few conversations with the two of them, none of them were meaningful enough to remember.

“Sounds good,” Harry says, “Are we going to be studying again…?”

Ron makes a noise, “Please, no.”

“Yes, we are. There’s going to be another round of tests. The Professors warned us about this last week. We need to be ready.” She says.

“Hermione, I think you and (Y/n) are the only ones that care.” Ron says.

“I don’t need to study.” You give him a look, “And you should care. If your grade drops any lower, I think they’re going to kick you off the quidditch team.” 

“They won’t.” Harry says.

“I don’t care, anyway.” Ron rolls his eyes, “Let them try.”

Hermione places her hand on Ron’s shoulder, tilting her head, “I care.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, suppressing the urge to slap her hand off of him. Or better, get that look off of her face, “I can’t go.”

“Why?” She pulls her hand away, a frown appearing.

“I got detention.” You lie, crossing your arms and looking away.

“What? When? I thought you said you were going to stop skipping.” Hermione says.

“It was last week,” You say, “And I said I wouldn’t do it as often, not that I would stop altogether.”

You share a look with Hermione, and she doesn’t seem very happy. You’re not sure what she wants from you, exactly. You might be lying to her about having detention, but you did say that you would try. If you stop, then that gives them the impression that you’ve given up. And you’re not a quitter.

You wouldn’t mind going to the Three Broomsticks tonight, it’s just that you’re not really in the mood to watch her be all touchy with Ron for the rest of the night.

“Is something wrong?” She finally asks.

“Nope, I’m fine. I should go, I’m going to be late.” You stop walking, “I’ll see you guys later?”

“You can’t meet us there?” Harry asks.

“I’m making up a test. That’s why the detention was postponed for so long.” You shrug, “I’m going to head back to my dorm when I’m done.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” Ron waves, you lift your hand.

You turn around, heading the direction you came from. There’s no doubt that Hermione caught on to the lie towards the end. If it weren’t for you, she would be the top student in your grade. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone pick apart a sentence so thoroughly before.

You make it through two hallways before you hear your name being called. When you look over your shoulder, you’re met with Hermione. “You’re not actually heading to detention, are you?”

“I am.” You squint at her.

“Really? What class?”

“Snape’s.”

“Snape doesn’t have his detentions on Wednesday’s.”

“I have to make up a test. The deadline is soon.”

“He couldn’t have done it yesterday?”

“I don’t know, I don’t make the schedules, I just show up.” 

“You wouldn’t mind me walking you there, then?” 

Your eyebrows twitch. You should’ve known she’d do this.

“What’s the purpose of that?”

“To make sure you get there.” 

You press your lips together, “You don’t believe me.”

“No, I don’t. Snape was very specific at the beginning of the year that he’d make no exceptions.”

“It’s not an exception if he organized it, right?”

“Let’s go.” She begins walking, and you walk behind her a few steps.

You shake your head, “What are Ron and Harry doing?”

“They’re going to meet me there.”

You sigh, “Why are you doing this?”

“To make sure you’re telling the truth.”

“Am I not trustworthy to you?” You ask her, “And even if I’m lying, don’t you think I’d be doing it for a reason?”

She scoffs, “Humor me by telling me what that reason might be.”

“Maybe the fact that I can’t stand to see you so touchy with Ron.” You spit, she keeps moving for a second, before she stops to look at you.

“Why would that matter to you?” She asks, “You’re lying to get away from me, so you can’t care that much.”

“Take a guess, Hermione.” You grit your teeth.

You watch her think over it, and slowly, you’re able to watch the color flood her cheeks at the realization. There’s only one reason that it would make sense for you to try and distance yourself from her, and it’s the same reaction that a lot of people would have if the person they liked didn’t feel the same way.

“Oh.” She murmurs, “Okay.”

You raise your eyebrows, “That’s it?”

“No, well, yes,” She smiles nervously, “You feel the same way that I do.”

[wh0reyp0tter]

Chapter Five: Surprises and Tea With McGonagall

Y/N Y/L/N is chosen as one of the champions in the Triwizard Tournament with one of her best friends, Harry Potter. Along with the struggles of being one of the champions, she also has to navigate her feelings for her best friend, Hermione Granger. But, as far as Bex knows, Hermione fancies Krum.

Includes: Angst, pining, swearing, wlw, bi!reader (mentions of flirting with men), smut, name-calling, Krum hating, fighting, physical violence, fighting, mentions of injuries, and flirting

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I sit in the Great Hall as I laugh at something Harry says. Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see Avery standing behind me. “Hey?” I say confused. She smiles down at me as she leans down to kiss me. I move back as I look at her. 

“What’s wrong?” Avery asks as she pouts at me. 

“What do you want?” I ask with a blank expression on my face. 

“I was just coming to ask about the Yule Ball,” she says as she runs her hand down my shoulder. 

“What about it?” I ask in a monotone voice, as  I move away from her touch. 

“Are we going together?” Avery asks hopefully. 

“She’s going with me,” Ron seeths. I look over to see Hermione staring at her plate as Ron glares up at the small girl behind me. 

“Why would she go with you anyway,” Fred barks. “Not like you actually liked her anyway.” 

“What are you on about?” Avery asks, confusion laced in her voice. I left out a loud laugh as I shook my head. 

“Rissa told me it was a dare, Avery. She told me everything,” I say. Avery stutters before she shakes her head. 

“That’s not true! I-I really like you!” She argues. 

“Don’t, Avery. Just don’t. I know the truth, I don’t want to have a pathetic argument,” I reply. I shake my head before I turn around. 

“No, Y/N-” Avery starts before she’s cut off. 

“Piss off, Hatch. You obviously never cared about her. You were just using her for your pathetic little dare. Now, either walk away. Or, I’m going to jump over this damn table and beat your arse into the ground,” a voice says. My head snaps up to see Hermione standing, shooting glares into the other girls head. My eyes widen as I look at her, smoke practically pouring from her ears. I hear footsteps leaving the table as Hermione sits down. 

“Bloody hell ‘Mione,” Ron laughs as he pats the curly-haired girl on the back. A blush crawls up her neck as she stares at her plate. I smile softly to myself as I push the food around my plate. 

“I hate her,” Hermione mumbles. A soft grin cracks across my face as she slowly takes her seat. 

“I think we all hate that twat,” George says. My friends nod in agreement as my eyes meet Hermione’s. The blush is still evident on her cheeks. 

“Thank you,” I say softly. 

“Course,” she says as she begins eating again. 

I groan loudly as I rummage through my drawers. “You alright?” Hermione asks as she looks over to me from her desk. 

“Bloody wench has my quidditch jumper,” I say angrily as I collapse onto my bed. 

“Avery?” She asks. I nod as she stands from her seat. 

“Where are you going?” I ask confused. 

“Meet you at dinner,” Hermione says before disappearing. I huff softly before I stand up and walk out the door. I quickly walk up the stairs to the boy’s dorms and bust through the door. 

“Put your cocks away!” I scream. I watch as Ron, Harry, and the twins jump up and look at me mortified. 

“Our cocks are in our trousers, where they belong,” Ron exclaims. 

“I think my heart stopped beating,” Fred says as he places his hand on his chest. I let out a laugh as I shove Ron out of the way and lay on his bed. 

“Where’s ‘Mione?” Harry asks. 

“No idea,” I say as I look up at the ceiling. 

“You’re usually attached at the hip, how do you not know?” George asks. 

“She said she’d meet me at dinner, then disappeared,” I replied. 

“Why? What’d you do?” Harry teases. I shoot him a glare before speaking. 

“I was looking for my quidditch jumper and I remembered Hatch still had it,” I begin. “Then she was all ‘I’ll meet you at dinner’. Then she left.” The boys share a smirk before looking at me. 

“She’s going to kick some arse,” Fred laughs. 

“What?” I say looking at the tall boy. 

“Nothing, nothing. C’mon, let's go to the Great Hall before all the good seats are taken,” Harry says, raising to his feet. I follow suit before all the boys stand. George begins walking first before I leap on his back. 

“Carry me, peasant,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. George puts his arms under his legs as he hoists me up higher on his back. We all walk out of the room before beginning the journey down the steps. George bounces with each step he takes, shaking me quickly. “I swear to bloody Merlin, Weasley. If you drop me, I will hex you.” George laughs as he shakes me from side to side. I shriek as my hold on him tightens. 

“Easy, George. You hurt her, you’ll have Hermione to deal with,” Ron teases. I flip him off as we walk out of the Common Room. 

“C’mon Georgie! I know you can go faster than this! Put those freakishly long legs to good use,” I say as I gently kick his thigh like he’s a horse. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I instantly regret it. George takes off running as fast as he can down the hall. I scream as I clutch to him for dear life. 

“Mr. Weasley!” A voice suddenly calls. I smirk to myself, recognizing the voice instantly. “If you would be so kind as to not kill one of my best students.” 

“Sorry Professor,” George replies. 

“If I’m dead, who’s going to outshine you in Transfigurations?” I tease.

“Hermione,” George quips back. 

“She outshines me, you’re nowhere close to her level,” I laugh. I look to see McGonagall stifle a laugh as she looks at us.

“You may continue your trek, but please be careful,” she says. 

“Hey, Minnie,” I say as I turn to her. 

“Professor McGonagall,” she corrects.

“We’re still on for tea tomorrow, yeah?” I ask.

“Of course, Ms. Y/L/N. It’s the highlight of my week,” she laughs. I send her a grin before George begins walking away. 

“You’re having tea with McGonagall?” Fred asks.

“I do every week,” I hum. 

“Why didn’t we know about this?” Ron speaks up. 

“Because you guys take the mickey out of me for everything. If you guys weren’t dickheads, I’d tell you things,” I reply. We walk into the Great Hall as George sets me on the ground. “Good job horse.” I reach up and ruffle his hair as he rolls his eyes. The boys start laughing as we take our seats. 

“Where the bloody hell is she?” Ron asks, looking around.

“That’s what I’m asking,” I huff as I do the same. Moments later I turn to see Avery walk in, hiding her face. I look at the boys in confusion as her friends call her name. She looks up as my mouth drops. There’s a light purple bruise forming on the side of her cheek. I turn to the boys who all share my expression. 

“Bloody hell, ‘Mione,” Harry says under his breath. After Avery sits down I start to eat my food. As soon as I shovel a forkful of shepherd’s pie in my mouth Hermione walks in, in my jumper. My mouth falls open as I stare at her. She takes the seat in front of me silently before looking up at me.

“Honestly Y/N, no one wants to see your chewed food,” she says cooly. My eyes are glued to her, mouth hanging open, as she begins dishing herself food. I feel an elbow shove into my ribs as I close my mouth. I turn to look at Ron who’s looking at me.

“Do you think?” he whispers quietly.

“No, she couldn’t have,” I whisper back. 

“I think she-” Ron’s cut off by Hermione. 

“Y/N, pass me a roll, would you?” She asks. I nod silently as I hand the smaller girl a roll. Hermione offers me a smile as a thank you before turning back to her meal. 

“So, are we acting like ‘Mione didn’t just beat Hatch up and take Y/N’s jumper?” Fred asks. Hermione shrugs as she looks up at me. 

“What happened?” Harry asks. 

“I said a few things, Avery said a few things. I didn’t like what I heard,” Hermione says. Everyone nods silently as we all begin eating. 

“Y/N has tea every week with Minnie McG,” Fred says suddenly. 

“I know,” she replies. 

“You told ‘Mione, but wouldn’t tell us?” Ron scoffs. 

“She likes me more than she likes you,” the small girl hums. 

“Yeah, that’s obvious. Not like she-” I shoot Ron a glare as he stops his sentence. Hermione looks between us confused as I reach over and pinch the ginger’s leg. He lets out a yelp as he shuffles away from me. Harry and the twins let out a laugh as they look at us. We sit in almost silence until dinner is over. We all retreat to our respective dorms. I push the door open to mine and Hermione’s room before jumping into my bed and laying down. Hermione silently stands in front of me as I look at her from my spot on my bed. We sit there in silence for a few moments as I look up at the ceiling. 

“Do you fancy Ron?” She blurts out suddenly. 

“What?” I shriek as I sit up suddenly.

“It’s okay if you do, I’m just wondering,” Hermione assures, playing with her fingers. 

“I do not fancy Ron,” I laugh. Hermione’s face turns bright red as she looks at the ground. “Do you fancy Ron?” I tease. Hermione looks at me with a look of disgust.

“Bloody hell, of course not,” she replies. I let out a laugh as a small smile cracks across her face.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” I say quietly. 

“I’m going to change,” she says. I nod as she disappears into the bathroom. I

sit on my bed before she walks on in shorts, she’s still wearing my jumper.

“You’re still wearing my jumper,” I grin. 

“O-oh, I can change if you want,” Hermione blushes.

“No!” I say quickly. “Unless you want to.” 

“It’s quite comfy,” she smiles. I smile back as she sits on her bed. 

“What happened with Avery today?” I ask.

“I told you lot already,” she replies. 

“No, you said she said stuff you didn’t like, what’d she say?” I ask. 

“We were arguing and she said that I was just mad because she was getting more of your attention from me. She said you’d never look at me that way,” Hermione replies quietly. 

“What way?” I ask confused.

“Nothing, I’m tired, night,” she says quickly. Before I can speak she throws her blanket over herself and lays down. I sit there in shock for a moment before I too lay down, staring above me.

‘What does that mean?’ I think to myself. I quickly shake my head and close my eyes. 

“And then she just fell asleep!” I say loudly as I throw my hands over my head. McGonagall looks at me with an amused expression etched on her face. 

“I believe you may be blind, my dear,” she smiles. My jaw drops as I look at her. 

“What’s that supposed mean?” I huff as I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“I think Ms. Granger fancies you,” she hums, pouring more tea into each of our cups. My mouth falls open as I look at her. 

“She doesn’t, she’s going to the ball with Krum,” I say, spitting his name out like it’s poison on my tongue. 

“Does she know you fancy her?” Minnie asks. 

“I’ve never told her. But, Merlin’s bloody beard, even Ron can tell!” I exclaim. Minnie lets out a laugh as she picks up her cup. 

“Maybe she’s like you,” she quips. 

“Like me how?” I ask.

“Blind as a bloody bat,” she murmurs before taking a sip of her tea. I send her a joking glare as I leave forward to add milk and sugar to the hot drink. I pick it up carefully before taking a sip. 

“You are evil, Minerva McGonagall,” I pout. 

“Not evil, truthful, my darling,” she smiles. I stick my tongue out at her before taking a sip of my own. 

“Rude,” I murmur. 

“You remind me of myself, once upon a time,” Minnie says, a soft smile evident on her face. 

“How?” I ask. 

“In love with your best friend,” she replies softly. A gasp erupts from my throat as I look at her. 

“You’re-” I say quickly. Minnie nods curtly as I look at her expectantly. 

“Poppy, together for going on 40 years now,” she says, a dreamy smile on her face. 

“Madame Pomfrey?!” I exclaim. 

“Yes, we met when we first started working together. We became close friends and I realized I fancied her. But, unlike you, I told her,” McGonagall teases. 

“Haha, you’re so funny,” I deadpan. She lets out a soft chuckle before sipping her tea. 

“You’re a Gryffindor, where’s the courage we pride ourselves on?” she asks. I give her a blank look as she lets out another laugh. 

“I might just start hanging out with Snape instead. He’s mean but he has no experience with women, or anyone for that matter,” I smile. Minnie lets out a surprised laugh as she smacks my leg lightly. 

“You spend 80 minutes every few days with that man and complain for days. I don’t think you’ll spend any time with him voluntarily,” she laughs. 

“Fine, I’ll hang out with Poppy instead. I’ll get some dirt on you. Reckon I’d be a good healer?” I tease. Minnie scoffs with an eye roll. 

“Merlin, no. You made fun of Ron when he broke his arm. Terrible bedside manner,” she replies. 

“I think I have excellent bedside manners where it matters,” I reply with a wink. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Minnie scolds. I laugh loudly as my head falls back against the chair. 

“Your life would be so dull without me,” I hum. 

“Oh yes, fewer headaches and worrying! So dull,” she smiles. I gasp and slap my head over my chest in mock pain. 

“You’ve wounded me, Minnie,” I say, a fake sob punctuating my sentence. She rolls her eyes at my dramatics before letting a smile crack across her face. 

“As much as I love our chats, I believe you need to go to potions,” she says. I let out a long sigh before I set my cup on the table in front of me. “Offer to have tea with Professor Snape whilst you’re there.” 

“I would prefer not to sit with that man longer than need be, thanks,” I reply. Minnie chuckles with a smile before she sets her cup down and stands. 

“Don’t cause too much trouble today,” she smiles.

“Oh, I would never! I’m an absolute angel in that class!” I say innocently. 

“I believe Professor Snape would say otherwise,” Minnie laughs. I smile as she moves to wrap me in a hug. I hug her back as I thank her. 

“Of course dear,” she says as we pull away. 

“Have fun with the first years, Min! Don’t hex anyone whilst I’m gone! Love you!” I call over my shoulder. 

“Love you too, dear,” she laughs. I bound down the hall towards Snape’s class with a grin on my face. I take my seat next to Hermione with a grin. 

“I take it tea with McGonagall went well,” she hums, not looking up from her book. 

“It did, but she said I would make a terrible healer. She also said I have shit bedside manner, but I beg to differ,” I reply.

“You made a dirty joke out of that, didn’t you?” Hermione asks, looking up at 

me.

“Course I did,” I grin. She rolls her eyes with a smile before turning her attention back to her book. Before long Snape begins today’s lesson, catching her attention.

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I was tagged by @tarttism to post 250 words from my last wip. Thanks, babe! I'm like an inch from finishing a new chapter for The Price of Water, a tomione post-apocalyptic time travel fic. It should be up in a few days!! I literally have like a few paragraphs before it goes to my beta, @seollem-tm!

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The next gilded frame holds the most bored, vacant-looking Malfoy Hermione has ever seen. The man is fully occupied with the spread of delicacies filling the table before him; wine dribbles down his ash-blonde beard. He doesn’t seem to notice the passers by.

There’s a portrait of a Malfoy politician, then some sort of Malfoy general with a decorated uniform.

Hermione gasps when she notices—the military Malfoy has three women sitting in the corner of his portrait, looking on with the doting devotion of a… perhaps they’re daughters? No, the ages are wrong. 

They must all be wives.

The next ten portraits feature Malfoys with multiple female partners, and even a few males in the mix.

Assuming pureblood early marriage customs have remained constant, Hermione measures approximately two hundred years in the generations.

This anchor in time quickens her pulse.

That would put her somewhere around the 2200s! 

But perhaps more fascinatingly, the portraits measure a marked physical shift in the generation after Draco’s son.

The heirs begin to have broader shoulders. They’re taller, with thicker necks and more defined musculature.

Something happened in her generation—something that precipitated the biological descent into feral madness that she’s confronted by this very moment.

A pungent smell assaults her as she floats into the manor’s gray, austere dining hall.

There’s a small fountain flaunting the contemporary currency with a melodic trickle.

But wait—!

A snow-blonde head catches her eye and confusion jolts her body.

That can’t be him! 

How has he gotten here?

Hermione’s heart stops for a full beat when Malfoy turns around.

“Draco!” she cries.

[silverwoodj]

Well hello, Chapter 12...

Knockturn Alley was less crowded, and those she passed either didn't see or chose not to see as she raced toward Mab's Compendium.

She didn't see the hags lurking in the narrow side alley between buildings until they were upon her.

Hermione hissed as a hag dug sharp fingers into her shoulders. "Where ye running to, dearie?"

"And what she runnin' from?" Another hag's fetid breath washed over her face as it cackled.

"Come hide with us, pet," the third hag hissed. "Tender morsel like you don't belong in this place."

"Careful, sister! She reeks of death," the first hag whispered as Hermione thumbed the switch on her blade open.

Hermione's magic crackled in her fingertips, anxious for release.

A low growl sounded from deeper in the dank alleyway and the hags stiffened. One turned her twisted nose into the air and bared blackened teeth. "Show yerself, beasty."

A wind suddenly kicked up detritus from the alley as the shadows rippled and took form and a large black dog slowly stalked towards them.

The hags hissed, desperate fingers clawing at Hermione. "She's ours!" the third hag snarled.

"But the Grim, sister," the second beckoned, releasing Hermione as it crept to the side.

The Grim?

The beast's growl rose into a terrifying bark as the wind reeked of stormy magic, swirling around them. Dark magic and madness clouded the creature's aura.

Hermione shuddered as she met the beast's oddly intelligent silver eyes. The Grim nodded its great head and leapt for the third hag before it could sneak away.

Tightening her grip on her knife, Hermione threw her body as she turned and plunged her blade into the first hag's neck.

Cries and hisses rent the air as the second hag left its sisters behind.

The first hag cursed, black magic spilling past its lips as it reached for Hermione.

She pulled her knife free and stumbled back against the brick wall at her back.

The Grim left the crumpled body behind and clawed at the first hag. Her shriek interrupted whatever foul spell had been on her tongue, the foul creature scrambling toward its fallen sister instead.

The Grim's hackles rose as it stood before Hermione, snarling again in warning as the hag retrieved its remaining sister and fled the alleyway.

Hermione's hand shook so badly she nearly dropped her filthy knife. She leaned her head back against the wall as fresh tears escaped her. The stench of the alley, the blood, and even the Grim didn't bother her like it might have another witch. She had been raised among far worse, after all.

A low whine dragged her back to the present and she opened her eyes to find the Grim on its haunches, head cocked in question.

"I'm fine," she breathed. "You all right?"

The beast chuffed and rose on four feet as it looked to the opening in the alley, the spattered hag's blood marking the passage, before returning an intelligent gaze to Hermione.

She pushed off the alley and gathered her trench coat around herself. "Yeah... we better move." She looked to the beast again, her unlikely ally in a world she no longer knew whether she could trust.

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[hermionecentric]

wait and hope

link: wait and hope

by: mightbewriting

words: 95k

> “Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly displeased with the recent series of events.“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”Hermione had to be sedated again.  [In which Hermione loses the last six year's worth of her memories, including the entirety of her relationship and marriage to Draco.]

another one of my recently discovered faves. really good all the way through.

[hms-harmony-discord]

"And it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think I am, too,” Hermione added as an afterthherought. “But I don’t think you’re ugly,” said Harry, bemused. Hermione laughed. ~Order of the Phoenix

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[fangurlss63]

Hey! I read a fanfic but I kinda forgot the storyline, the thing that I remember was Hermione is Sirius’s daughter that he put under glamour(?) She actually have black hair and Black’s family character trait, and ultimately she was adopted by the Granger. Did somebody know? I’m sorry for the grammar, english is not my first language

[ilguna]

☼ daggers and nightshade (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; Draco finds out that you're dating Hermione, and he wants to tell your parents.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 2.7k

notes; reader is slytherin and Draco's sister.

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There are times when you wish Draco wasn’t so set in his opinions, because they tend to reflect back on you, and it’s always the ones that are the worst. It’s the way he treats people from other houses, different bloodlines. Draco believes that the world should fall at his feet, and if it doesn’t, then he’ll make it.

He’s self-sufficient, he never needs help from anyone. If he finds himself backed into a corner, he has a way with getting himself out of it. Even if it means he has to burn bridges and step on other people’s toes. It’s the same mindset that your father has, it’s learned behavior.

He should be ashamed of himself, treating people the way he does. You’ve tried to convince him a couple times that it doesn’t hurt to have friends from everywhere, but he doesn’t believe you. He’s so dead-set on only making friends in slytherin, because that’s all your bloodline is made of.

Lately, he’s been more insufferable than ever. You can’t even talk to him about your friends or what you’ve been up to, without him telling you to shut up. He doesn’t care, all he wants is to talk about him. To him, it’s more important that he’s happy, than his own sister.

You wish he would listen to you, or at least let you talk without telling your parents. There’s been so much that you’ve up to lately, schemes you’re sure that he would enjoy if he’d give you a chance to explain them. There’s nothing better than fucking with people, especially when it’s harmless fun.

If you were to even bring up anyone from the gryffindor table, he’d walk away and ignore you for the rest of the day. He’s more tolerant of the hufflepuff's and the ravenclaw’s, but that doesn’t mean he’s interested. He brushes you off, tells you to go make some friends that he actually wants to hear about.

You’ve stopped trying to talk to him. You’ll let him chat your ear off, if that’s what makes him feel better, because you care a hell of a lot more than he does, but when the conversation is turned on you, you shut him down. For someone that can’t stand to hear about your daily life, he gets really irritated when you don’t talk when he asks you to.

You tell him that he doesn’t actually care, he disagrees and says that if he didn’t care, then he wouldn’t ask. You’re smarter than that. You’ll probably get a sentence in before he’s on his feet, going to go hang out with Blaise and Pansy. You’re just saving yourself the irritation.

You cap your ink bottle, twisting it tightly. Pansy looks up from where she’s studying on her bed, watching you for a moment. You fan the journal to quicken the drying process, not wanting the ink to carry onto the other page.

“I thought you were going to study all night?” Pansy asks, she sets her quill down to stretch, letting out a yawn. “Are you leaving me?”

“I made some last minute plans.” You tell her, scooting off the bed. You set the open book on your bedside table, along with the ink and quill. “I’ll be back later tonight.”

“How late?” She asks, “When you say that, it’s always past curfew.”

“You know me.” You grin, straighten your skirt, and then go to pull on your socks. “It won’t be as late tonight.”

“Who are you seeing, anyway?” She asks.

You tilt your head at Pansy, raising your eyebrows. Does she really think that you’re going to tell her? She’s best friends with Draco, and even if she doesn’t go and tell your brother, she’ll definitely tell Blaise. You’ve been very careful to keep it from them, and chose past curfew because you know Draco doesn’t want to get caught again. 

He doesn’t like being around Hagrid, which means he’ll do anything he can to avoid it.

“That’s my secret.” You slip your shoes on. “I’ll see you later.”

“Probably not, you’ve been getting quieter each time you come in. We don’t even notice it anymore.” Pansy shrugs, “Have fun doing whatever it is you do.”

“Thanks, Pansy.” You smile, “Good luck with studying.”

She rolls her eyes, waving her hand. You go out of the door and through a hallway of doors that lead to other dormitories. You find that the common room isn’t that busy, like it usually is this time of night. It’s about an hour and a half until lights out, everyone uses this time to catch up with friends and get ready for bed.

You’re almost hoping that Draco isn’t out here, too, thinking that he might be with his friends in their dorm, but you’re not that lucky. Draco’s sitting on one of the black leather couches next to the fireplace. He’s twirling his wand between his fingers, talking to Blaise.

You lock eyes with him briefly, before turning away. He sits up, finishing his sentence, turning to face you. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to hang out with my friend.”

“Right now?” He asks. You stop walking, turning to look at him. Draco’s eyebrows are furrowed, glaring at you slightly. 

You place a hand on your hip, “What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s almost curfew.”

“I’m well aware, Draco. I’ll be back before lights out.” You lie, he squints at you briefly.

“You’re going to get in trouble with Snape.” He says, “And you might even cost us points for the house cup.”

“I don’t care.” You tell him.

You watch as his cheeks turn a gentle shade of red, angry at you. “Whatever.”

You shake your head, turning away and heading out of the slytherin door. The walk to the astronomy tower is far, and mainly quiet. You pass a lot of groups of students heading back to their own houses. You’re only stopped a couple of times by professors, warning you that it’s getting late. You promise them that it’s a quick errand and you’ll make it back in time for curfew.

You’ve noticed that you’ve gotten better at lying. You figured out that it’s easier than telling the truth half the time. As long as you tell them what they want to hear, they typically won’t bother you again, or think about coming back to fact check. The only times it doesn’t work is if someone else ruins it by accident.

You haven’t had that happen just yet, but you know that you’re due pretty soon. You try to make up for it by being on your best behavior for the day. You’ll do your homework, and extra work, you’ll study and volunteer your time for other people. The harder you work to be good, the easier it is to justify being bad, too.

Besides, you’re not that bad. You understand how your parents feel about muggle born witches and wizards, but you can’t bring yourself to be like them. It’s bad enough that Draco agrees with them. And honestly, the last thing you want to do is lie to them, it’s just easier this way.

You take your time going up the tower’s steps, figuring that she hasn’t shown up yet. Unlike you, your girlfriend’s house is a lot closer than you are, allowing her to leave later. She’s also lugging around an invisible blanket, that’ll conceal her from getting caught later tonight. She’ll be here in a few minutes.

When you get to the top of the tower, you wander over to the balcony. It’s your favorite part of the night, getting a second to breathe fresh air and stare at the stars in the sky. They’re bight, and beautiful. You wish that the professors would allow students to come up here during the night, even if that meant one of them would have to monitor the group that’d gather.

The sound of shoes on a wooden staircase makes you turn. There seems to be no one there, until she pulls the blanket off of her shoulders, revealing herself. You can feel the butterflies rise in your stomach at the sight of her.

“Hey, Hermione.” You smile.

“Hey.” She says, folding the blanket, and carefully putting it off to the side, where she normally leaves it. “I can’t stay late tonight, I need to be up early tomorrow to help Ron and Harry with their work.”

“That’s fine, I’m just happy you’re here.” You kiss her, soft and warm lips on yours. She lets out a nervous giggle after, and you go to sit with her on the balcony. “Are they falling behind in Snape’s class again?”

“Yup, and I offered to help them last week but they insisted they understood.” She gives you a look. “I’m fairly sure Snape hates me more than usual, too. I don’t know why he bothers asking questions if he doesn’t want the answer.”

“We both know the real reason.” You laugh.

She smiles, shaking her head, “Yeah, I know, I’m Miss Know-It-All.” 

“You’re going to be an amazing witch, Hermione. I know it.” You lean against the railing, “You’ll be known as the greatest witch of our time.”

“I’m not sure about that.” She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks are turning a warm color.

You two catch up on what she’s been doing since you saw her last. As much as you wish you’d be able to hang out with her during the week, it’s practically impossible. Your two schedules are conflicting, she’s got a routine down that she doesn’t like to disturb, and so do you. And you’re busy most of the time around the castle, with your other friends, studying, helping professors, monitoring Draco. 

There’s also the fact that if Draco ever knew you were around Hermione frequently, he’d tell your father, and you’d get your ass handed to you. He isn’t stupid, either. He has a pair of eyes and a working brain, he’d catch on that you and her are more than friends.

Before you know it, a whole hour has passed. Hermione was meant to go back to her dorm an hour ago, because she still has to make the walk. You wish she had more time, but you wish this every time the two of you spend time together.

“Alright.” You sigh, leaning into her, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yup.” She moves her hair out of her face, closing the gap between you two. It’s a long kiss, letting you know that she doesn’t want to leave either. You’re afraid of what’ll happen in the summer. There’s a good chance you’ll end up drifting apart, sending letters is risky at home.

The sound of a shoe stomping onto the wood makes the two of you jump apart, turning to see who it is. Your blood runs cold at the sight of Draco, mouth open, looking between you and her.

“Draco.” You start, pushing yourself up.

“You were kissing Granger.” He says, it’s not a question. “You like a mudblood.”

“Draco!” You shout, body going warm, “Don’t call her that.”

The corners of his lips twitch upward, “Wait until father hears about this.”

You’re on your feet in an instant, “You will not!”

“(Y/n)--!” Hermione shouts, “Quiet!”

Draco’s begun to hurry down the stairs. Unfortunately for him, you’re flying down them quicker than he is, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Forget your mom—if your dad finds out about this, you’ll be grounded for life. He might even pull you out of Hogwarts and have you transferred entirely. He won’t have you ruining the pureblood line.

You slam into the back of Draco, arms locked around him. He trips, sending the two of you tumbling down the rest of the stairs and onto the first landing. You let out a hiss, hand grabbing the side that slammed into the staircase. Draco’s uttering out curses next to you.

“Don’t touch me, you filthy—”

You sit up, punching his thigh. He shoots upward, grabbing the area, glaring at you. If you’re going to be covered in bruises, then he is too. Especially if he thinks he’s going to tell your father, and he isn’t.

“You can’t tell him, Draco.” You shake your head, “He’ll send me away.”

“That’s what you get for kissing a muggle born.” He spits, nose scrunching.

You shove him, getting back to your feet. You have to fix your skirt, smoothing out your hair. You can hear Hermione coming down the stairs, taking her time. Probably afraid of what she’ll walk into.

“It’s not fair that you get to be happy, and I don’t.” You say, wanting to be strong, but the tears spring up in the corners of your eyes anyway. You swallow thickly, shaking your head, “It’s bad enough I don’t fit into slytherin, you’re going to go tell father that I’ve found someone I want to be with? You know he’ll be mad. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t disown me.”

“That’s not true.” Draco rolls his eyes, getting to his feet too. 

“You don’t know that!” You shout, “It never comes back down on you, because you’re the heir! I’m just the disappointment. You saw how he reacted when I said I was friends with gryffindor and hufflepuff students.”

Draco’s face falls. He was standing right there when the screaming match started. You got sent to your room for the rest of the week, you weren’t even allowed to eat at the table with them. Your mom dropped off your food at your door, and you were told to leave your dirty dishes outside. You don’t think you’ve cried that much, ever. And that was just over friends.

If he knew about Hermione, he might kill you himself. It’d be easier than presenting you to the other pureblood families.

“I don’t understand why you like her.” Draco says.

“She makes me happy.” You tell him. “Please, don’t tell father.”

He stares at you for a long moment, and he briefly looks at Hermione, who’s stopped behind you. He presses his lips together, nose crinkling at the sight of her. Or maybe the idea of you kissing her. Or him keeping a secret from your father for once.

“Fine.” He agrees, “I won’t tell our parents, but this doesn’t mean I’m going to be friends with her.”

“You don’t have to be.” You let out a breath, “Thank you.”

He makes a face, and then his shoulders fall, “So this is where you go to hide out with Granger?”

“It’s usually only for a few hours. We were just about to head back.” 

He makes a noise, “We should go before Snape comes.”

You nod, turning to look at Hermione, who’s eyeing Draco warily. You place your hands over hers, which are holding the invisibility blanket. She’s going to pull it on as soon as you and Draco leave, so he doesn’t know that she has it.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” You tell her, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Or not.” Draco mutters.

“Don’t get caught on the way back.” She tells you.

“We won’t.” You say, turning back to Draco. You push him to go down the next set of stairs first. 

He squints at you, “If you push me again…”

“I have no reason to, this time.” You say.

The walk down the stairs is quiet. Hermione doesn't move from where she is at the landing. Draco waits until you’ve gotten most of the way down, checking behind him to make sure she’s nowhere near.

“Do you actually like her?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been together?” 

“For a couple of months.” You shrug.

His eyes practically bulge out of his head, “Months? You kept it from me for that long?”

“It could’ve been longer if you weren’t so fucking nosy.” You laugh.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he clears his throat, “I promise I won’t tell our parents.”

“Thank you.”

“But this means you have to tell me everything from now on.” He gives you a pointed look.

You let out a laugh, “In your dreams, Draco.”

[wh0reyp0tter]

SERIOUSLY NEED THE REMAINING CHAPTERS OF THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE NOW. RIGHT NOWWWWWW UGHHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH. GIVE ME MORE SLOWBURN ANGSTY JEALOUSY SAPPHIC HERMIONE FICS PLEASEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHH

A/N:

Hi Guys!

I know it's been a REALLY long time but here we are! I'm sorry for leaving everyone hanging but A LOT of shit happened... But anyway, here we are, chapter four!

Y/N Y/L/N is chosen as one of the champions in the Triwizard Tournament with one of her best friends, Harry Potter. Along with the struggles of being one of the champions, she also has to navigate her feelings for her best friend, Hermione Granger. But, as far as Bex knows, Hermione fancies Krum.

Includes: Angst, pining, swearing, wlw, bi!reader (mentions of flirting with men), smut, name-calling, Krum hating, fighting, physical violence, fighting, mentions of injuries, and flirting

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Music rings through the Gryffindor Common Room as everyone cheers. I grin at the crowd as I walk through it. I feel people patting me on the back as I come down from changing. I see Hermione standing in the corner next to a girl from the year below us. “Hey ‘Mione!” I call. She looks at me and ignores me as she returns to her conversation. I tap her shoulder, she still ignores me. “If you’ll excuse her.” I say politely to the girl she’s speaking to. I grab her arm before tugging her to a secluded area of the room. 

“What the hell?” Hermione seethes. 

“I wanted to talk to you! You haven’t said a word to me since this morning!” I say in a hushed tone. 

“Has it occurred to you, maybe I don’t want to talk to you right now,” Hermione replies. 

“Why don’t you want to speak to me?” I ask, confused. I hear a voice call my name. I look over to see Avery wave me over. I smile at her as I hold up my pointer finger. 

“That’s why,” Hermione scoffs. 

“What?” I say confused. “Avery?” 

“Yes! Bloody hell, I told you I didn’t trust her,” she replies. 

“You don’t even know her, H,” I argue. 

“I know I don’t like you being with her,” she seethes. 

“What?” I ask. 

“I don’t like you being around her,” Hermione repeats. “It pisses me off! You called her Dove.” Her voice grows quieter at the end of her sentence. 

“Sorry, but you’ve been so busy being shoved up Krum’s arse that I’ve barely seen you besides classes and at night!” I argue, my voice growing louder. 

“I don’t spend that much time with him!” She scoffs. 

“Notice how you were his treasure today? You know who mine was? Fred. You’d think it’d be you, but nope. You’re in love with Krum now!” I laugh. 

“His name is Viktor!” She exclaims. 

“I don’t give a fuck what his name is. You have no right to try and tell me I can’t be involved with Avery while you’ve blown me and the boys off every moment you can to hang out with that git. Or is it just me?” I ask. Hermione’s silent as I shake my head. “I gotta go. Avery wants me.” I turn and walk away from the small girl as I walk up behind Avery and wrap my arms around her middle. I rest my head on her shoulder as she smiles. 

“Hi love,” she hums.

“Hello, Angel,” I smile. “What are you doing?” 

“Just chatting,” Avery replies. 

“Sounds boring,” I whisper into her ear. 

“It is,” she whispers back. I grin happily as I tug her closer to me as I tuck my face into her neck. 

“How was your day, Dove,” I say against her skin. 

“Stressful, you gave me quite the scare today,” Avery says as she rubs my arm. 

“I’m sorry. How can I make it better?” I ask as I press a soft kiss to her neck. 

“You could stay in my dorm tonight,” Avery replies. 

“Sounds good to me,” I grin. Avery leans her head back against mine as I kiss her forehead. 

A few hours go by until the party dies down. I feel Avery’s body slumped against my side as I help her up the stairs. She’s babbling drunkenly as she presses her lips to my neck. 

“Ave, what are you doing?” I ask as I push her face away. 

“Kissin you,” she mumbles as she tries to kiss my lips. 

“You’re drunk, not right now,” I say as I push open the door to her dorm. I see one of her friends sitting on her bed. “She’s drunk, but I’m pretty sure she’ll be out soon.” I smile at the younger girl. I set Avery down on her own bed before I pulled her shoes off. 

“Are you staying?” Avery whines as she looks up at me. 

“Not tonight, maybe tomorrow,” I say softly. Avery pouts as I cover her up. She falls asleep moments later. 

“I have to tell you something,” the girl across the room says. I turn to look at her in confusion. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten your name,” I say. 

“I’m Clarissa, but you can call me Rissa,” she smiles. 

“What did you have to tell me?” I ask. 

“Avery was dared to do this, the whole thing with you. I heard her and her friends talking about it. She was dared to make a champion fall for her, and she chose you,” Rissa says softly. My heart drops as my mouth dries. 

“What?” I say softly. “You swear to Merlin you’re not lying.”

“I swear, I have no reason to lie about something like this,” she says softly. 

“What do I do?” I say as I shake my head. 

“Don’t get with her, don’t do anything. You’ll get hurt,” Rissa says. 

“Thank you so much,” I say as I walk through the door. I walk quietly back to my own dorm before I push through it. I kick my shoes off as I close my door. I walk to my dresser as I pull pajamas out. I change quickly before I get into bed. I fall asleep staring at the brick ceiling. 

Once I wake up my mind instantly flies to what Rissa said last night. I stand up and slip on a pair of socks and trainers before going down to the Great Hall. I saw Hermione sitting next to Ron with Harry and the twins across from him. I quietly slip into the spot between the twins as I grab a chocolate croissant. I eat it silently as I stare at the table. I feel a shoulder nudge mine, I look up to see George looking down at me. 

“You alright, Y/N/N?” He asks softly. 

“Avery, it was a dare,” I laughed quietly. 

“What?” George says angrily. 

“Her friends bet her that she couldn’t make a champion fall for her. And I was the oh so lucky champion she chose,” I reply. 

“I swear to bloody Merlin, if she wasn’t a girl,” he says angrily. 

“What’s the matter?” Harry asks as he looks between George and I. 

“Fucking Avery, that right cunt,” George seethes. 

“What’d she do?” Ron asks. I look at George as he gives me a look asking if he can say. I nod softly before he bursts. 

“She was using Y/N! It was all for a bet, her friends said she wouldn’t be able to pull a champion,” George says. Hermione’s face hardens as she looks at me. She gets up quickly as her face scans the Great Hall before she disappears. 

“Where’s she going?” Fred asks. 

“No idea, should we follow her?” Harry asks. 

“No, probably not,” Ron replies. I get a bit more food before I drink my pumpkin juice. 

I make my way to the Transfigurations classroom. I push the door open to see Hermione already sitting at our table. Her face is hidden by her curly hair as she reads the book in front of her. I slide into my seat before I look to the front of the room. 

“You alright?” Hermione asks, not looking up from her book. 

“M’fine, H,” I say softly. 

“You’re not, you’re allowed to be upset,” she says as she places a hand on my arm. 

“You’re not gonna tell me you told me so?” I ask. 

“Well, of course not. You’re upset and I’m not going to exploit that because I was right,” Hermione says. I nod softly as I look at her. McGonagall makes her way to the front of the room. 

“Today’s class will be held in the Great Hall so we can have a discussion,” she says. “Everyone leave your things and follow me.” As we get there, every Gryffindor is in the room. I smile as I see the twins standing behind a bunch of chairs while leaning against the wall. “Ladies on the right, gentlemen on the left.” I scrunch my nose up as I move to sit on the other side. 

“What’s this about?” Angelina asks as I sit in front of her. 

“No clue,” I whisper back. 

“Today we will be discussing the Yule Ball. It’s directly connected to the tournaments. The house of Godric Gryffindor has been the most honorable and humble house around this time. I will not have you besmirching that name by acting like a babbling bumbling band of baboons!” McGonagall says. 

“Right, she’s obviously never been to a Gryffindor party,” I whisper with a smirk to Lina. She lets out a soft snicker as McGonagall shouts at Ron. 

“Mr. Weasley, please join me,” she says. Ron looks at her in shock as he stands up and walks over to her. “Please put your hand on my waist.”

“Where!” Ron screeches as he looks at her.

“On my waist, Mr. Weasley,” she repeats. Ron slowly puts his hand on her waist as McGonagall takes his other hand. She begins walking through a slow waltz as I cover my mouth to try to stop the laughs from bubbling out of me. 

“Oh I wish I had a camera,” I say in awe. I look to see Fred and George mockingly swaying back and forth. Hermione elbows me softly as she glares at me. 

“Now, I hope you gentlemen will each take a lady’s hand and ask her to dance,” Professor calls. The boys sit silently as I roll my eyes. I see Neville stand up as he offers his hand to Ginny. She smiles as she takes it and they begin to dance around. I smile softly as Ron walks over to me. 

“Your hand m’lady?” he says obnoxiously. I throw my head back in laughter as I grab his hand. 

“Of course m’lord,” I reply in the same voice. He pulls me up as his hand sets on my waist. We sway softly as he spins me. I let out a loud laugh as he dips me. “Wow, Weasley! You got some moves.”

“Oi! I’m not just a pretty face,” Ron winks. I shake my head with a smile as I lift his hand above his head. 

“Now, spin!” I laugh. 

“Absolutely not,” Ron says as he shakes his head. 

“Come on, Ronald!” I say as I wiggle his arm around. He rolls his eyes as he duck under our arms and spins. I grin brightly as I watch him. 

“Now you,” he smiles. He twirls me around as I let out a laugh. Ron tugs me back to his chest as we dance slowly. “So, when are you gonna tell ‘Mione you fancy her?” My eyes widen as I slap his chest. 

“What are you talking about?” I ask, my eyes pulling away from his gaze. 

“It’s painfully obvious, Y/N/N,” he teases. I groan as my head falls to lean on his shoulder. 

“I can’t tell her, she fancies Krum,” I replied as my head lifted off his shoulder to look at him. 

“You never know unless you try,” Ron sings. I roll my eyes as I look around the room. I see Hermione laughs loudly as Harry spins her around. My stomach fills with butterflies as I smile softly. “You’re absolutely smitten!” Ron laughs. 

“Oh, bugger off you git,” I mutter as we continue to dance. He grins at me as he spins me again. I let out a laugh as he dips me again. 

Ron plops beside me as he lets out a loud groan. I shift my seat on the couch of our common room as I smile. “You alright Ronniekins?” I ask as I nudge his shoulder. 

“How the bloody hell am I meant to ask a girl to the ball! They’re always together in their scary groups, staring at us,” Ron says as he puts his head in his hands. 

“It’s not that hard, just ask someone,” I shrug. 

“Have you been asked yet?” Ron asks. I shake my head as my eyes scan the pages of my book. 

“I’m probably not going,” I say. 

“You’ve got to go!” Ron exclaims. 

“Why?” I ask. 

“If ‘Mione finds out you're saying that she’ll skin you alive!” Ron says as he sways us. 

“Is she going with someone?” I ask softly. 

“I have no idea. You know she wouldn’t tell Harry and I, we’d take the mickey out of her if she did,” Ron laughs softly. I nod in agreement as I put my feet on his lap.

I walk into the Great Hall for my study hour as I see Hermione sitting beside Ron and Harry. I sit across from them, next to the twins as Snape sets my workbook in front of me. I give him a tight lipped smile as I open it and begin to work. 

“Have you got a date yet, H?” Ron says as he turns to the brown-haired boy. 

“Not yet, it’s terrifying!” Harry exclaims in a hushed tone. 

“I know! How am I supposed to ask a girl when they’re always together!” The redhead whines. I let out a soft laugh as I look at the two. Fred tears a piece of parchment off as he scribbles on it and tosses it at his brother. Ron reads it before glaring at the older twin. “Right, who are you going with then!” Ron huffs in a whisper. Fred smirks at his brother before crumpling up another piece and tossing it at Angelina. 

“Oi! Lina!” Fred whisper-yells. Angelina’s head snaps towards him as she glares. “Will you,” he says as he points at her. “Go to the ball,” he continues as he mimics dancing. “With me,” he smirks as he points towards himself. 

“Yeah, alright then,” Angelia says with a small smile as she turns back to her work. Fred turns and shoots an overdramatic wink at Ron. I laugh softly as I shake my head. 

“Right, Hermione, Y/N, you both are girls! Come to the ball with us,” Ron laughs as he mimics Fred. Snape walks up behind him as he smacks him in the back of the head with a workbook. Ron winces as he rubs his head. I laugh with Harry as Hermione turns to look at him. 

“I have a date already,” Hermione says. 

“You what?” I say as my head snaps towards her. 

“Someone asked me, and I said yes,” she replies. 

“Who!?” I ask. 

“None of your business,” Hermione says coldly.

“I thought we were best mates!” I say in defense. 

“If I wanted you to know, don’t you think I would’ve told you by now!” Hermione says in a tone that mocked mine a few weeks ago. My face falls as I look at her. 

“Cool,” I say dryly as I turn back to my work. 

“Y/N, are you going to the ball?” Harry asks. 

“Probably not,” I say as I don’t look up from my work. 

“What?” Ron says slightly loudly. 

“Not going,” I say as I look up at the trio with a tight-lipped smile. 

“Yes you are,” Hermione says suddenly. 

“No, no I am not,” I say as I shake my head. 

“You have to!” Hermione argues. 

“No I don’t,” I laugh. 

“You are going. No arguing,” Hermione says. 

“We can go together,” Ron says as he waggled his eyebrows at me. 

“Fine,” I seethe. “Only because I don’t want Ronniekins looking pathetic at the ball.” Harry looks at me in shock as he gasps. 

“What about me!” He shrieks. Snape glares at us as I apologize. 

“You’ll find a date. You’re the chosen one. Every girl wants to get in your pants. Ron here is a little more awkward,” I reply. Harry grumbles quietly as I finish my work. I get up as I hand Snape my book and leave the room. 

“You have a package,” Ginny tells me as she sets a long box on my bed. My face lights up as I move closer to the box. 

“It’s my dress!” I exclaim. I tug the top off the box as I look inside. I pull out a long  dark red dress. The skirt is bouncy and made of a soft tulle. It flows to the floor as I hold it up. The top is made out of a silky material, that was covered in shiny red beads and sequins. The straps are thin and cross in the back. The neckline is a wide V shape.

“Oh my god Bex! That’s gorgeous,” Ginny grins. “You’re gonna look so pretty!” 

“I hope so,” I say softly. There’s a pair of open-toed silver chunky heels, they’re covered in sparkles. It has a strap that goes across the top of your foot and one that fastens around your ankle. I dig around the box to find three smaller black boxes. The first box has a silver necklace with a silver rose as the pendent. The second has a pair of gorgeous earrings. They’re crystal dangle earrings. They look like frosty ice more than anything else. The final box is smaller, shaped more like a cube than anything. I open it to see the ring. It’s the same ring my mother wore everyday. It has been in our family for ages. I take it out and hold it between my fingers. It’s gold and has a tiara like design. There’s a small oval shaped red stone in the middle with two tiny pearls on the top and bottom. 

“That’s beautiful,” Ginny says softly. 

“It was my mum’s. It’s been passed down to the eldest girls in my family for generations. And it’s finally my turn,” I say as a smile breaks across my face. I made a mental note to write mum later. I hang my dress up so it doesn't wrinkle before putting the shoes and jewelry away safely. 

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