#hermione granger x you

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n, texting Hermione: Hermione! Help I'm being kidnapped.

Hermione: Where are you?

Y/n: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Hermione: I'll call George.

George, answering his phone: Hello?

Hermione: Where's Y/n? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

George: Y/n? What you mean, they're right next to me-

George:

George: I'll call you back. *hangs up*

George: MY NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD!

Y/n: WHO ARE YOU?!

[slytherheign]

LETHAL LOCKET | harry potter

PAIRINGS: harry potter x reader, hermione granger x reader (platonic), ron weasley x reader (platonic)

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SUMMARY: each time one of you wears the locket and how you comfort each other when things get overwhelming.

WARNINGS: depression, doubts, anger, and hopelessness. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is a gender neutral one and i didn’t specify which hogwarts house the reader is in. requested by an anon here. also, ron leaving hasn’t happened here yet. i barely got time to proofread this so please let me know if you see any mistakes!

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Nothing has been the same ever since you managed to get Salazar Slytherin’s locket from Dolores Umbridge. And now you were hiding in a tent in some forest Hermione led you all into.

You all knew that the locket contained a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul, that was why you and Hermione deduced that whoever wore it gets irritated, angry, and extremely depressed. You came up with a plan to take turns wearing it and it was your turn.

You slowly put the locket on your neck, already feeling anger clawing its way into your heart. It was suffocating, corrosive, eating away at every ounce of happiness you tried to hold onto. You did your best to shake it all off at the moment.

“Are you okay?” asked Harry, holding your hand. You squeezed his hand to tell him you were fine. You followed him towards the table, sitting on the chair beside him. 

The tent glowed from within under a starlit sky as Hermione poured tea from a kettle into the cups. “How’re the mushrooms? Seem to be the only edible things growing round here,” she asked.

Harry could only grimace as he chewed. “They’re great,” he lied. 

“Make sure to leave some for Ron,” Hermione said.

You looked at Ron who was sleeping as Harry asked Hermione how bad he was at the moment. “He’ll be alright in a few days. Hopefully. If we could take him to Hogwarts, to Madam Pomfrey–” she cut herself when Harry glanced at her, giving her a look that confirmed what she already knew—it was not possible to take Ron to Madam Pomfrey. You would just have to settle with what you have right now.

You felt it again, that familiar weight pressing down on your chest. The world felt like an empty void, and the possibility of winning the war seemed so distant… so out of reach. You took a deep breath, trying to push the darkness away. Yet, depression started to creep its way in, causing your shoulders to slump.

“Take it off,” Harry instructed you, instantly feeling the change in your demeanor. 

“But I haven’t been wearing it for that long. I can manage a little longer,” you reasoned.

“No, Y/N. Take it off. I’ll wear it instead,” he told you and you didn’t bother to fight with him anymore. You gave him the locket, and he placed it on his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek. He smiled in response, yet again squeezing your hand that still held his.

“It’s comforting to know how much you care for each other. Especially during these times.” Hermione grinned at the two of you.

Hermione was agitated, you could tell it by the way she handled the fish she was about to cook. And you knew it was mostly because of the locket she was wearing. 

You immediately grabbed her hands tightly, stopping them from further stabbing the fish when she was supposed to remove the scales. “You know the fish is already dead, right?” you asked. She looked at the fish, realizing what she was doing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was doing that,” she replied, shaking her head. You could see the disappointment that etched her face.

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “I can cook for tonight.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course. You’ve already done so much today. You deserve some rest. I’ll just wake you up when it’s time to eat,” you replied, taking the knife and the fish away from her.

She teared up a bit, smiling widely. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate this. If you need any hel–”

“Hermione,” you stopped her. “Stop. Please, just rest. I know how to cook a fish. I’ll be fine.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll help her cook,” Harry offered, coming up from behind you. “I’ll make sure the fish stays edible.”

You glared at him and he just laughed. You did not appreciate the fact that he couldn’t trust you with cooking, but you did appreciate that he was going to help.

“Thank you guys so much,” Hermione smiled, hugging the two of you before going to bed.

You saw Ron covering her with a blanket and you looked at Harry to see if he saw it too. He did, and now you were giggling with each other at how your two friends couldn’t just admit their feelings for each other.

Ron was staring at the fire. There was so much anger and doubt beneath his eyes and you understood where they were coming from. You walked towards him, sitting down beside him.  He nodded, acknowledging your presence before looking at the fire again. You could tell from the way he breathed deeply that he was attempting to steady his thoughts. However, a pang of anger emerged, causing him to clench his fists.

He was still injured and you have noticed that he seemed more quiet and reserved lately. You wanted to ask him a question, to ask him how was he but you were scared you’d make him more annoyed than he already was. The locket on his neck wasn’t helping.

“I’m guessing you’re here to ask how I feel?” he voiced.

“Yes…” you replied, still skeptical of whether you should leave him alone or stay with him. 

You chose to stay with him.

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling?” he snapped. “What do I look like? Do I look like I’m fine?”

Harry and Hermione stopped their conversation as soon as they heard Ron. Harry stood up from his position immediately, ready to intervene. 

“Ron, I’m just concerned–” you told him.

“I feel horrible,” he interrupted you. “I feel like I’m a barrier stopping all of us from making progress.”

Harry’s stance changed, he was ready to fight Ron earlier when he heard him snap at you. But now, he felt heartbroken for his friend. He sat down beside you and Hermione followed him. Now, the four of you sat in a circle.

“What makes you feel like that?” Hermione asked him. “That’s not true.”

“Really? Do you think I don’t hear you all constantly talk about how long it takes until I get fully healed?”

“Ron, it’s just–we don’t have all the time in the world and we want to get you healed as soon as possible,” you reasoned.

“Exactly,” he said. “I’m halting all of us. You all wanna leave but you feel like you’re forced to stay because of me.”

“You are taking all of this wrong,” Hermione spoke up.

“It’s the locket,” Harry interrupted, trying to remove the locket from Ron’s neck but Ron swat away his hand. “Take it off,” Harry warned him. He was getting irritated as well.

“Can you both stop?” you vocalized. “Ron, I don’t know what it is that you want us to say but at least believe me when I say that we don’t feel forced staying with you here. Yes, we could’ve traveled more these past few days but we still made progress by staying here. We had more opportunities to talk and brainstorm together. And at the same time, we were able to get some rest from constant traveling. If we wanted to leave you, we could’ve done that way earlier. We could’ve left you injured, but we didn’t. We didn’t leave you, we stayed with you because we care for you. Now, please take that locket off before you assume things again.”

That seemed to calm him down. Harry tried to take the locket off from him again, but this time, Ron let him. Ron looked down, letting your words sink into his head. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Hermione moved so she could sit beside him, rubbing circles on his back to comfort him.

“It’s fine. We all overthink things when we’re stressed,” you said, smiling at him.

“Thank you,” he spoke, looking at each one of you. “I’m glad I have you all.”

You were all gathered around the table when you noticed that Harry’s hands started fidgeting. He hid them behind his back but it was too late because you already saw them. When Hermione asked him a question about where all of you should go next, he only shrugged. At that moment, Ron and Hermione knew something was wrong. Harry suddenly walked out and you immediately followed him. Hermione wanted to go after him as well but Ron stopped her before she could even move a step.

“Let Y/N talk to him,” Ron said and Hermione agreed it would be the best.

You saw Harry sitting alone, visibly overwhelmed. His hands were grasping tightly onto each other, trying to fight off the anger and depression creeping in. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The locket he was wearing doubled up the anger and depression he was already feeling.

"Come on, pull it together," he whispered to himself. He didn't notice you sitting beside him. It saddened you to see him like this. If you told your young self that the giggly kid you met at the Hogwarts Express back in your first year would end up like this years later, you wouldn’t believe yourself. But now here you were, beside him, watching him say positive things to himself when you knew there were little to no positive things left.

Harry hugged his knees. His eyes were still closed, and he put his head down as if he were trying to cover himself from the world. You teared up just from that sight alone.

That little kid who gave you candy on the train years ago grew up with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and you were a witness. The war was far from over and each day that passed without finding a horcrux troubled every one of you.

You didn’t know what to say so you just did what you could do at that moment. You hugged him, so tight to make him feel that if he wanted to cover himself from the world, you would provide a second layer of protection.

His body stopped shaking and he looked up at you. That was when you saw he was crying. You wiped his tears gently with your hands, telling him that you were there for him and that you were always going to be there for him.

“What if everything fails and he wins?” he asked, hugging your body with every bit of his strength. He was holding onto you like his life depended on it. You hugged him back, kissing his forehead before putting your chin above his head. You saw Ron and Hermione standing at the entrance of the tent, their eyes were tearing up as well. You didn’t know how long they had been watching you and Harry but you motioned for them to go outside.

They joined the hug, and right after, you felt safe from every harm that would come your way. Moments where you felt safe only happen rarely, so you cherished this moment.

“He won’t win,” you stated.

“How do you know so?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know so. I just believe so,” you answered. 

You hugged them even tighter, whispering that it was going to be alright when in reality you weren’t sure if everything would be alright.

Maybe what you were doing was instilling them with false hope, but at least it was still hope.

And right now, you all needed hope so badly.

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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.

[dc-marvel-life]

That Dang Snake

Pairing: Hermione Granger

Summary: Hermione starts to get the attention of an unlikely Slytherin girl

Word Count: ~2.1k

A/N: I see some people like this series so far. If you want to request a Hermione x reader, go right ahead. I enjoy writing this

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Narrator P.O.V

Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny walk together to the Slytherin party. They walk down the stone steps to the entrance, and the music gets louder as they go down the steps. They end up at the bottom of the steps staring at the bare stone wall of the Slytherin entrance.

“Gosh, how are we supposed to get into the party when we don’t even know the password to the place,” Ron says irrtated. He already doesn’t like Slytherin because of their bad representation, but he does know they throw the best parties in school. 

“Just be patient, they will figure it out that we are out here,” Ginny says having some hope that they will get into the party soon because it sounds like a great time. Right after Ginny says that the entrance opens and the gang sees Y/N there with a drink in hand. 

“Hey, guys! I can’t believe you all came. You all look great! Please come in, come in” Y/N says then moves out of the way to let them into the common room. When they enter the dungeon, the smell of alcohol hits them. There are students everywhere with cups filled with different drinks in them. 

“So welcome to the party! Over there,” Y/N points to a table filled with different bottles and a tub filled with who knows what, “are the drinks that are for everyone. There is also some jungle juice and to be honest, I don’t know what’s in there but I am pretty tipsy off of one cup,” Y/N says and laughs. Y/N points in a general direction of a few different tables.

“Now all those tables have different drinking games. Relax, grab a drink, and have a great time. If you find the drink people here, you can get high off of whatever too. Let me know if you need anything” Y/N says and the whole time she was talking she was looking at Hermione. 

Hermione seem to notice too and didn’t break eye contact with Y/N. Ron took notice of this and put his arms around Hermione’s waist. Y/N sees this and looks between Ron and Hermione then walks away with a grin on her face.

Fred and George see the gang and come up to them. They hand Ron and Harry a drink and tell them to follow them to join a game with them. Leaving Hermione and Ginny to wander around the party. Hermione was shocked to see how many other houses and people from the Triwizard tournament were at the party. 

“Alright Hermione, we need to get very drunk tonight because it is not every day that you get invited to a Slytherin party. Maybe if you start hooking up with Y/N, we can come to more” Ginny teases Hermione. Hermione shoves Ginny a little bit blushing.

“Stop that Ginny! Y/N and I aren’t anything; she just starting to talk to me this year anyway,” Hermione says then looks around to see who’s near and comes closer to Ginny, “You know I have never been with anyone, so I don’t know what to do even if she does ask” Hermione says quietly in between the two girls.

“I mean do you want her to?” Ginny questions and Hermione thinks for a second. 

“No, I mean yes….. Well maybe. I don’t know really. This is the first time I have really felt something for someone. I thought I had that with your brother, but ever since she talked to me in the library the other day something has awakened in me. It made me realize that I might have a crush on Y/N” Hermione says then gets interrupted by Greengrass with two drinks in her hands.

“Here you guys go, drink up,” Greengrass says handing both girls a drink.

“You didn’t put anything in this did you, Greengrass,” Hermione says hesitating to drink the strange liquid in the cup.

“No, I didn’t. Look at a Slytherin party we are all friends because we all just want to have a good time. Alcohol makes that ten times better. Plus I have noticed my best friend has taken a liking to you recently” Greengrass says with a smile on her face.

“You and Y/N are best friends?!” Ginny says in surprise.

“Yes we are, I know it is surprising since I am the forgotten Slytherin girl and don’t really hang out with Parkinson and her little gang of girls and neither does Y/N” Greengrass says rolling her eyes at the thought of Parkinson. 

“I thought Y/N and Parkinson were friends?” Hermione asks taking a sip of her drink. 

“No, Parkinson just hangs on Y/N’s shoulders hoping that they will fuck again and date. Y/N said that was the worst drunk mistake she has ever made,” Greengrass says and covers her mouth, “I was not supposed to say that out loud. I am drunk anyways. Well, you two have fun” Greengrass says and walks off leaving a shocked Ginny and Hermione. They start to laugh and start to drink.

They go and find a drinking game to play to start to get drunk. After a while and a few drinks, Hermione starts to wonder where the famous Y/N Y/L/N is. She looks around and sees that she is talking with Luna very closely. Ginny turns to see what Hermione is looking at.

“Are you going to go up to her and talk? Nothing is going to happen by just standing by” Ginny says laughing already drunk. Next thing you know Y/N takes Luna’s hand and walks away somewhere.

Hermione saw this and was a little sad that it wasn’t her being taken away my Y/N.

“Looks like I lost my chance now. Let’s go take a shot!” Hermione says and Ginny cheers for the shot. They go to the table of liquor and pick up a random bottle and pour a shot for each of them. They do a little cheer and pour it back.

Hermione feels the warm liquor goes down her throat starting to feel the effect of drinking.

“This is the best night ever!” Hermione yells and Ginny yells back agreeing. Hermione turns around and bumps into Luna. 

“I am so sorry Hermione, I didn’t see you there,” Luna says with a smile on her face and bloodshot eyes.

“Omg Luna! You are high aren’t you!” Ginny says budding in laughing. Luna just smiles and nods her head too high to speak.

“Oh did you just come back from fucking with Y/N too,” Hermione says letting it slip out of her mind. She didn’t mean to say it, including in such a mean tone.

“Y/N and I have never fucked actually Hermione. Y/N treats me very well because I get picked on so much by everyone. She is the nicest person that I know. You should go and see her though Hermione” Luna says and starts to walk away but turns back.

“Plus I have only made out with Y/N a couple of times,” Luna says and walks away. Hermione looks over at Ginny who is trying to whole back her laugh.

“You were so jealous of Luna weren’t you?” Ginny teases.

“Now why would Hermione be jealous of Luna,” Y/N says standing behind Hermione scaring her and making her spill her drink on herself.

“Oh gosh, are you okay Hermione? I didn’t mean to scare you” Y/N ask Hermione.

“Yeah, I am fine Y/N. I just didn’t know you were behind me” Hermione says trying to get most of the drink out of her shirt.

“How about you come to my room and I give you a new shirt,” Y/N says to Hermione. Hermione looks at Ginny.

“Go! I’ll be fine, I will find my brothers and hang out with them,” Ginny says shooshing Hermione away. Hermione mouths ‘thank you’ and takes Y/N’s hands following her to her room. Y/N opens the girl’s room door and closes it behind them. 

When they enter the room, the music can only be heard faintly. Luckily the room was empty so it was only Hermione and Y/N. At this point, Hermione smells weed coming off of Y/N. Looking into her eyes, you can see that they are a little red.

“So you smoke with Luna?” Hermione asks while walking over to Y/N's bed which is labeled.

“Yes, I do, only sometimes though. Is that why you were jealous of her?” Y/N says unbuttoning her black button-down shirt.

“That was not the reason, but why are you taking off your shirt?” Hermione says getting nervous.

“I am giving you this so you have a bigger shirt to have on for the party when you go back out there. I can get another shirt from my closet for myself. I just wanted you to have this one on because you will look good in it, and it will have my scent on it so you will always remember that you are wearing my shirt” Y/N says smirking shirtless.

Hermione was too shocked to react to what Y/N said because Y/N’s body is covered in fresh scars.

“What happened to you?” Hermione questions.

“Like I said earlier today. Some stuff happened over break and now I am a different person. It was all for the better though. Maybe I will tell you what happened over some butterbeer?” Y/N says and hands Hermione the shirt.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Hermione says while taking off her shirt leaving both of them shirtless and staring at each other.

“Yes, I am,” Y/N says and gets closer to Hermione looking her in the eye and asking for permission to kiss her. Hermione says yes with her eyes and Y/N leans in and kisses Hermione slowly. Hermione was stiff at first, but relaxed in seconds and leans into the kiss.

One of Y/N’s hands gets tangled in Hermione’s hair while the other hand goes to Hermione’s waist. Hermione leans back onto Y/N’s bed so that Hermione is on the bottom and Y/N is on the top of her. They deepen the kiss but then the door swings open. Y/N and Hermione break apart to see Parkinson at the door.

“Gosh Y/N, you don’t want to hook up with me so you can get into bed with some mudblood,” Parkinson says drunk stumbling into the room. 

Y/N gets up right away and grabs Parkinson’s arm and drags her out of the room.

“You will never call her a mudblood again or I will ruin your life. Do you understand me?” Y/N says angrily.

“Don’t threaten me Y/L/N! Or can I even still call you that now after everything?” Parkinson says then walks off leaving Y/N alone. Y/N takes a deep breath and goes back into the room. Hermione is still on Y/N’s bed with her black button-down shirt on.

“Sorry about that. She can be very annoying” Y/N says sitting next to Hermione.

“It’s fine, it’s not the first time someone has called me that,” Hermione says.

“It’s not fair though, people shouldn’t be called that. She was just mad because she thought you and I were going to sleep together, but that wasn’t going to happen” Y/N says laughing to herself.

“So you weren’t thinking about sleeping with me though. I mean I am not ready for that at all, but I heard that you get around,” Hermione questions.

“No, I wasn’t! Hermione, I do really like you and I want to do things right with you. I don’t even know how the rumor got around that I sleep around with a lot of people. Sure I make out with girls and accidentally slept with Parkinson once. I only did anything with two other older girls here” Y/N confesses.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know that. Well, I am happy to know that you actually like me and do things right. I am still confused about even if I like girls. All I know is that I can’t get you out of my head and I want to see where this goes” Hermione says looking away from Y/N to hide the blush that is creeping up on her face. Y/N turns Hermione’s head to look at her.

“I am happy to go as slow as you want. Let’s have the date next Saturday at Hogsmeade” Y/N says smiling at Hermione.

“Sounds great I can’t wait,” Hermione says and they seal the deal with a kiss.

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Secret~ hermione granger

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲~ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.

“Hey babe, whatchu doin?” You said casually before walking into her room plopping on her bed with a sigh. “Nothing, and my mom and mrs Weasley are going to be here in half an hour, so I suggest you shouldn’t be here.” She said, her nose buried into her new book.

“Good I have thirty minutes with you then” you said snatching the book out of his hands before placing kisses on her face. “that was a fourty dollar book! Just because you don’t care about your education doesn’t mean I don’t care about mine!” She protested as you rolled your eyes.

“So? I could steal you ten more of those anyway. Besides, your always reading it and never talk to me anymore.” You replied standing up and beginning to fidget with his book collection.

“You have another cat? I didn’t know that.” You said in amusement as the Siamese cat waltzed into the room and into her arms. “Because you never ask. And I just got her yesterday” she said petting its fur as it purred and stretched its body.

“Well how am I supposed to know if you never even talk to me during break and stuff! It’s like I’m invisible!” You exclaimed dramatically making her roll her eyes. “Oh please don’t act like your not with mattheo and Theodore and Blaise and that stupid girl that’s always fawning over you” she argued.

“That’s why your ignoring me? Because of Pansy?” You asked teasingly raising and eyebrow with a smirk. “Don’t act dumb y/n. You know she likes you, especially when she uses that for awful baby voice infront of you. “Oh y/n your so funny!” She said mockingly in a high pitched voice.

You laughed before placing a kiss on her cheek and laying down next to her. “I love it when your jealous, it’s so adorable” you teased grabbing one of the main books off the table by her bed. “Whatever. If I see you talking to pug face Pansy once we get to hogwarts I’m not giving you any homework answers for a month.”

“Have it your way mrs.salazar” “I’m not taking that last name if we get married.” She replied to your comment making you groan playfully. “Come onnn, how good does that sound? Hermione Salazar. Sounds fucking awesome.” You commented forcing her to hide a smile.

“Besides, it’s not like your parents would even think of you with a slytherin. Especially after reading the prophet.” “Well if I didn’t know you I would think the same thing. You don’t have such a great reputation.” She said making you scoff.

The prophet just released information by Rita skeeter about you supposedly, “a couple of steps from becoming your great grandfather” because you got into a fight with a gryffindor boy twice your size and still won.

“It was a just a little fight, nothing to crazy.” You shrugged it off causing her to look at you with wide eyes. “Just a fight? You broke two of his ribs, his hand, his nose and left him a bloody eye!” She exclaimed.

“he called you a slut, case closed. And I looked hot with a bloody nose don’t cha think?” You teased. “Oh please. That ego of yours is gonna get you killed one day.” She laughed.

[latoyalestrange]

if only

h. granger x f!reader

summary: reader and mione have been secretly dating for a while. the way she decided to come clean was a lot less graceful than you had hoped.

words: idk

warnings: another old smut that isn't very good lol. only posting for how funny i think this is hehe. MINORS DNI!!

      "Okay, pay very close attention when they come back," said Ron, pointing to you and Hermione as you left the dining hall. Harry rolled his eyes.

      "Oh, come on, Ron. Why are you so invested in this? You should just let them be. So what if they are together?" Harry whined, biting down on a chicken leg.

      "Hey, cut me some slack, will you? I'm their friend, I've just got to know!" He exclaimed.

      "Yeah, so you can go wank off to it later," Harry joked. Ronald slapped his shoulder and Harry laughed hysterically, rubbing his arm.

Just a few moments before...

You and Harry were going on about broomsticks, as you were both members of the Quidditch team when you felt a small hand glide over your thigh and squeeze. You cleared your throat, trying hard not to be distracted by Hermione. You removed her hand slowly and placed it in her own lap. Hermione laughed at a joke you didn't know Harry had made and quickly put her hand on your crotch, squeezing harder than before. Your knee kicked under the table like it was a reflex. You swallowed the knot in your throat.

      "Are you alright, Y/N?" Rom asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you. You turned towards him, eyebrows raised.

     "Hm? Yes, fantastic, Ronald," You responded almost too quickly to hear. Her hand began to massage circles under your skirt. You sighed, biting your lip. She knew what she was doing to you. She wanted you to try really hard not to show any sign of arousal in front of the boys. You removed her hand once more, even though you hated to do so.

      "Mione, I have to use the bathroom, come with me?" You said after clearing your throat.

      "Why do girls always go to the bathroom together?" Ron asked before Hermione could nod in agreement.

      "What's the point?" He continued. You both looked at one another. You shrugged at Ron and dragged Hermione off to the bathroom.

      "Oooh, am I in trouble?" Hermione asked in an innocent voice as you entered the empty hallways. You looked back at her.

      "I will hurt you," You gritted your teeth at her.

      "Oh boy, I hope so," You rolled your eyes and rushed her into the ladies room. Your footsteps echoed in the bathroom. You pushed the heavy door closed as fast as you could, then stormed towards her, pressing her back against the stone wall.

"You enchant me," You muttered into her neck, kissing the area. She huffed and bit her lip, smirking as she looked down at you.

"I know," She quickly flipped you over, so you were now against the wall. She kissed you roughly, pulling your body into hers. She suddenly pulled away and began to remove your robes. You grabbed her wrists, pausing her for a moment.

"Dinner isn't over yet," You breathed out. "Wait till after hours, baby," She ignored your words and threw your identical robes across the floor.

"We won't get caught," She spoke softly, sliding her hands under your skirt and looking into your eyes. She squeezed your ass, a pit of warmth deepening in your stomach. She attacked your mouth with another kiss, making it feel like you were floating on a cloud.

"Have you ever been fucked in the girls bathroom?" She asked, smiling wickedly and tightening her grasp on you. You sighed and gripped your sleeves.

"You know I have," You said, implying the first time the two of you had sex.

"Oh, that's right," She strung out the sentence like it was a fishing line, reeling you in.

"How could I ever forget?" She continued. "Best time of me life," You closed your eyes and curled your lips together. You could tell an idea had sparked in her brilliant mind.

"Do you remember..." Her voice trailed off as she brought her hand up to your shoulder, trailing her fingers along your arm. "When we did it in my dorm room for the first time...what about when we did it in yours?"

A small moan rolled out of your mouth.

"Or the time I made you orgasm seven times in one night in the Gryffindor commons room?" Her hands found their way back your your hips, slamming them into hers as you were still fully clothed and standing. She chuckled deviously.

"If only they knew what we did," She whispered in your ear before unbuttoning your button up one by one, slower than molasses.

"Damnit, Hermione," You huffed after she threw your shirt next to the robes. You did the same to her, trying to concentrate on your hands as she sucked on your neck. You finally got her blouse open, and pulled it off of her back, not disconnecting her lips. She lifted up the front of your skirt, the cold air rushing to your warm, drenched heat. You shivered as she grabbed your ass again, hooking her fingers under the band of your thong.

"Did you wear that for me, baby?" She giggled in your ear. You only responded with a shudder. She swiped her tongue across your ear lobe and blew on it, making goosebumps rise in your skin.

      "It's too bad it'll have to go," Your undergarments joined the rest of your clothes behind Hermione. She rushed you into the nearest stall and slammed the door behind you both. She was quick to get you sitting on the toilet seat, you skirt the only thing left on your body other than your bra. She kneeled down in front of you. You were hesitant to follow her nonverbal orders, so she slowly glided her hands under your skirt and pulled your legs apart with one swift motion. She propped both of your legs on her shoulders and gripped your hips, you skirt falling over your stomach. Your hands pressed up against the stall walls as you gritted your teeth, for Hermione had flicked her tongue over your heat quickly.

      "Shit, Mione," You whimpered. She made eye contact with you, smirking.

      "I've been waiting to taste you all day," She growled in between kisses on your inner thighs. Without breaking eye contact, she buried her face in between your legs. You let out a high pitched howl of pleasure. She began to suck on your clitoris, her tongue dancing skillfully around the area. You bucked your hips, trying to disconnect yourself Hermione's mouth for a break, but the grip she had on your hips was too strong. She only pulled you back.

      "Fuck, M-Mione- sh-shit!" You stammered out, squirming heavily.

      "Please, Hermione-" You begged for her to give you the touch you needed. Without another word from you, two of her fingers pulsed inside of you, curling. Out of your whole six years at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger was the only person you'd been with that could make you beg. You thought back to when you first started dating just before summer began. Over the summer she'd write to you about how much she wanted to see you to show you how much she loved you. You didn't know what that meant until she pulled you into the same bathroom you were in now.

      "Mione, I-I'm c-clooose," You whined, still squirming. She nodded and took her fingers away. She stood up and lifted up her own skirt. She'd been going camando this entire time.

      Boy, if I would've know that- Your thoughts were cut off by her gently rocking her hips back and forth over your folds, one of your legs in the air.

      "Oh, Merlin-" Your jaw clenched as her speed quickened. She grasped your leg, using it as support, and to open you up more. She began going side to side, biting her lip.

      "Shit," She groaned quietly. The next few moments were a blur of curse words and screaming one another's name.

***

After composing yourselves, you both stepped out of the stall and started to dress. Your legs quivered as you tried to bend over and pick up your blouse. You could feel Hermione's res on you, admiring her dirty work.

"Remind me to never let you do that to me again," You joked as you began to button your shirt. After you were finished, she handed you your robes with a dark look in her eyes. You raised an eyebrow as you slipped the thick fabric over your back. Then, it dawned on you. You looked around the floor frantically.

"Mione, have you see my-" You looked up at her, seeing the black, thin piece of lacy fabric dangling from her hand.

"Your lingerie that you so stupidly trusted me with? Yes," She teased. You glared at her.

"Mione, I swear," She started towards the door. She turned around and smiled sarcastically at you, waving it around. She was about to reach the door and she hadn't bothered to hide your undergarments yet.

"Hermione Granger! Give those t-" You cut yourself off. She swung the door open and clumped them in her hand. You sped up to her side.

"Mione! What the bloody hell are you doing?" You whispered in her ear. She turned around to face you, a smirk plastered to her face.

"I don't know about you, Miss L/N, but I'm having fun," She said at a normal volume as you entered the dining hall. You followed her to where you were sitting previously, embarrassed out of your mind. You crashed your legs under the table and didn't say anything to the boys after they greeted you. Hermione, however, couldn't have seemed more cheerful.

      "Hello, boys," She chimed. You looked up at Harry, who already had his concerned eyes on you. He could see your feeling of degrading. He chuckled.

      "Mione, what have you done to Y/N?" He joked. Ron looked over at you and smiled.

      "Has she gotten your panties in a bunch?" He teased you.

      "Quite literally," You mumbled, blushing at Ron's smiling face. A pause fell upon he sound coming from the four of you. You looked down st your lap, still blushing as Ron didn't disconnect his gaze.

      "You're quite beautiful when you smile, Y/N," You head jutted up to him, out smile falling completely. Hermione cleared her throat.

     "I have Y/N's underwear in my pocket!" She said a little bit too loudly to the group. Ron's face perked up as Harry lost his mind, laughing harder than you'd ever seen.

      "I knew it! I bloody knew it!" Ron shouted from excitement. You dipped your head in your hands, blushing harder than before.

[lilacsbeeswax]

"Me Too."

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader - Fluff

(aged up bc events happen in POA, but I wanted the punching thing, so...)

MASTERLIST

"Oh, would you look at that! Two little mudbloods and their dirty little boyfriends!" The arrogant voice of Draco Malfoy called out from before us. "Enjoying the day, Potter?"

"I was before you got here, what do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, still lazily toying with the snitch in his hand, resting upon the oak tree that was giving us much needed shade.

"I saw you should look at me when you talk to me, Potter. Have a bit of respect for your superiors." He stops for a brief moment, but just not long enough for Harry to get in any words. "That execution yesterday was quite fun, bloody bird deserved it for all it did for me. Had to stay the night in the hospital wing I did! But, I got my revenge via a sharp metal blade slicing through its nasty little neck. My father said-" Draco's little victory speech stopped dead in it's tracks when Hermione jumped up and stuck her wand on his neck.

"Go on, keep talking, Malfoy." She said.

Draco whimpered his face contorting into one of fear. She let go and began to walk back to us after a beat of his fear. "Knew she wouldn't do anything. Stupid mudblood's too much of a bitch to go against me! Surprised she didn't call over her stupid little girlfriend!"

At that she turned right back around and she punched Draco Malfoy right across his stupid face. He immediately grabbed his face, looked as if he was going to say something else, though better of it, and ran away like a little baby.

She finally did it, she took all those years of teasing and anger and she snapped. I've never been prouder of her and I've never had felt this way before either. Something about her punching him made my insides feel like they flipped around. The blood rushed around my body at the mear sight of it and I couldn't figure out why.

"That felt good." Hermione said, shaking her now red hand.

"Not good, bloody brilliant." Ron replied, thoroughly impressed.

"Nice job," I said after an awkward beat, putting a hand on her shoulder. Harry and I locked eyes, he raised his brows at me as if knowing something I didn't.

"It won't be as nice when they send Snape after you." Harry commented, leading our group towards the common room.

"I say it's worth it. Malfoy finally got what deserved on a silver platter. Thanks to Hermione that is." I said, smiling at Hermione. I couldn't help but notice the pink blush that had spread across her cheeks.

"The things he was saying about Buckbeak were just awful! Malfoy is the reason he was set for execution in the first place, I've never seen someone brag about getting an innocent creature murdered before!" She ranted, stomping up the stairs.

"At least we know that Buckbeak is alive," Ron offered. "He's safe with Sirius now."

"That's not the point, Ron. It's the fact that Malfoy thinks Buckbeak is dead, yet is still bragging about being the cause. That's like if I stabbed you right now and bragged about it, but you were still breathing." I said, before mumbling out the password to the common room.

"That's a crazy comparison, Y/n." Harry replied with a laugh. "Besides, I don't think that Ron could survive a stabbing, he can't even survive not eating for a half hour."

"Hey! That's not true! My record is 36 minutes!" Ron said, defensively while taking an obnoxious bite of a chocolate bar.

"Six minutes is not going to help your argument, Ronald." Hermione sighed, setting down her bag and sitting almost too close to me on the old, red love seat. Our group fell into a comfortable conversation, but I just sat listening to the small crackles of the fireplace. The common room was completely empty besides us, everyone including the teachers had been outside enjoying the rare sunny day.

We were so close, I could smell Hermione's perfume. It was vanilla and some kind of floral I couldn't quite put my finger on. The warmth of her body encapsulated mine and my heart fluttered. As before mentioned, I'd never felt this way. Hermione made me feel like the universe is falling and all there is left is us. Being close to her feels like a rare summers day, a gentle graze of a butterfly's wing.

She confused the hell out of me. Harry nor Ron made me feel like this, Ginny and Luna didn't either. Something about Hermione was totally and completely different. I thought sometimes that I could be in love with her, but I was never sure. 'How could that be?' I would ask myself. 'We're best friends, nothing more.' But, sometimes it sure felt like something more.

I'm not sure how long I had spaced out, but by the time I was back both Harry and Ron had disappeared (not that I was complaining). Hermione was still sat next to me, but when I looked over she was starring right at me, her eyes slowly scanned my face.

"What?" I giggled, looking back at her.

She grinned and her face heat up. "I don't know..." She drifted her words off and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "You're just... so pretty it hurts."

At her words, my stomach bottomed out. My heart felt like it was about to exploded in my chest. "Really?" I stuttered out, my throat felt like it was collapsing and I noticed just how close we were.

"Really." She breathed out.

"Can I try something?" I asked, my heart pumping impossibly faster.

"Yes."

Next thing I knew we were kissing. Her soft lips pressed against mine and it felt like heaven. Every nerve in my body seemed to vibrate as I placed a hand on her jaw to pull her closer. I didn't want to pull away, if I could've stayed there forever I would've. Unfortunately, air is necessary for human survival so I pulled away.

"Wow." She said.

I gulped, my saliva felt as thick as concrete. "I don't know about you, but I really liked that experiment."

"Me too." We sat and smiled at each other.

After a beat of staring I finally said, "I think I'm a lesbian."

"Me too." She said, her voice slightly wavering. I couldn't help but laugh.

"This explains a lot."

"It does, now that I think about it I've wanted to do that for years." She laughed, moving to hold her hand in mine.

Finally, it was my turn to say, "Me too."

MASTERLIST

[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.”

[robynlilyblack]

Tissue?

Hermione Granger x fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Summary: After a fight with her friends Hermione meets a mysterious girl who changes everything

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and eating, kinda slow burn strangers to lovers, getting together, mutual pining, first kiss, Fred and Hermione's underrated friendship, reader is flirty like Sirius

A/n: 4.1k words, no voldy au, I couldn't help myself making the reader wolfstars adoptive daughter again x thank you for the request! Enjoy 💛

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“Why does he have to ruin everything” Hermione mumbles as she sniffled quietly, picking at the fabric of her dress

She wished the stairs would swallow her whole. Not only was her night ruined due to a stupid red headed boy but she made a scene in front of three of her favourite professors, all who happened to be either the father or godfather of her other twit of a friend

“Tissue?” 

She looks up, eyes glassy when she sees you in front of her, adorned in a beautiful dress whose colour complemented her blue one. She admires you for a few seconds, looking down at her like some angel…or maybe that was the backlights doing. Her eyes then drift to your hands, realising you’ve been holding out a small handkerchief the entire time

“Thank you” she accepts the gesture hesitantly, scared about something going wrong, especially when you didn’t leave but smiled kindly at her

“Can I sit?” you ask softly

“Sure” she replies again with some hesitancy

She didn’t recognise you, she knew everyone in her year which meant two things, one she knew with complete certainty, you weren’t a Gryffindor, and the other, you may or may not be in her year. The thing she didn’t know was house, in particular if you were a Slytherin here to mock her

“You look beautiful” you say after a few seconds of awkward silence, at least on Hermione's part

She felt heat on her face at that but didn’t understand why, so many had told her the same thing, even more than your simple compliment so why was it affecting her so?

“Thanks” she says shyly, avoiding eye contact and instead begins to clean herself up with the tissue

After doing so she finally faces you, finding you smiling sweetly at her “Your mascara has smudged a little” you comment, reaching out “May I?” you seek permission

Hermione just nods, holding her breath as you gently wipe her cheek, so close she can feel your breath on her skin

“D-did you get it?” she wonders, voice shaky, merlin why was she so nervous?

“Yeah, you know you look beautiful with it…” you tuck a stand behind her ear “...but you look so beautiful without it too” you tell her

Hermione had to be honest, no one had ever been this nice to her off the bat, it made her confused, were you truly this nice or did you have an ulterior motive?

Before she could speak you were standing up, her heart dropping at the idea of you leaving but then you turned back “The ball hasn’t finished yet” you hold out your hand “Would you like to dance with me?” 

The girl found herself nodding wordlessly, accepting your hand and following you faster than her mind could process it all. When it finally caught up you had your hand on her waist leading a slow waltz

“What's your name?” she asks rather abruptly

Your eyes widen, a soft chuckle leaving your lips “Y/n” you say then smile, a smile the girl can’t help but melt under

“Have we met before?” in all honesty maybe she was being silly, maybe you just changed your hair or had a little glow up over summer and she didn’t recognise you because no stranger is this nice

You bob your head “We share a couple of classes but we’ve never spoken. I know who you are though, we just…run in different circles” you answer and she feels like there's a hint of sadness in your last comment hidden behind that golden smile of yours 

“And what circle…” her breath hitches as you twirl her around, so smoothly she feels like she's floating on air “And what circle would that be?” she asks, licking her lips and trying to suppress the shyness that overcomes her at your touch

“The under the radar Hufflepuff kind” you giggle at your own statement, she swears when she laughs too your eyes linger on her lips for a moment

“You must be happy your house may win the tournament then huh?” she asks, forgetting her date was another competitor, hell she probably couldn’t remember anything when she was with you, she was like a moth to a flame and fire never looked so pretty than it did on you

What was happening to her? 

“Quite” you nod “Ceds going to kick their arses” you say and Hermione lets out a laugh far louder than the joke needed causing her to scrunch her nose in embarrassment 

You were about to speak again when the music finished and shifted to something more upbeat and jumpier. Hermione could tell this wasn’t your style, especially as you gently lead her to the edge of the dance floor

“Thank you for the dance” you say, hands never leaving her own and she has to do her best not to let her eyes flutter shut at the way your thumbs run over her knuckles

“No thank you, you saved my night” she replies honestly, you really did save the ball for her and she would remember that forever

“It was my pleasure, really” your last word has an underlying firmness she can’t seem to decipher

There's a tap to her shoulder, turning around she lets her hands fall from yours, ignoring the coldness spreading through them as she faces Victor 

“I shall escort you back” he states holding out his arm, that dazzling smile that made butterflies flutter mere hours ago doing nothing now

Hermione takes it before turning back to you, you were smiling but it wasn’t reaching your eyes, at least not until she gave you a smile back as she spoke 

“Thank you again y/n” 

“Anytime love” you reply just as Victor begins walking and her knees feel weak

Love

After the ball Hermione found herself seeing you everywhere. In the library with Cedric and another girl as you presumably helped research for the next task, in all of the classes she never knew she shared with you, hallways, great hall at meal times…just everywhere. Maybe it was because she was aware of your presence now, or maybe it was because you left an everlasting effect on her at the ball and she was now subconsciously seeking you out

She was sure Ron and Harry had noticed her distracted nature but probably mistook it for being mad as both tried their best to make it up to her. In truth she wasn’t so mad at them anymore, if it wasn’t for them she wouldn’t have met you, and weren’t you just amazing? Sitting there with a smile that could light up people’s days without even trying, your skin positively glowing this morning as the light streamed into the hall, your hair…

“Mione” she feels something hit her nose, making it scrunch

Looking down she sees a corner of crust “What?” she huffs at the twins knowing one of them would have thrown it

“Who are you gawking at?” Fred wiggles his eyebrows while George just smirks next to him

Hermione felt her face grow warm that she was caught in the act, about to say a rather pathetic nothing when Ron grumbles

“Probably Victor” he scoffs, still a little sore about the whole thing

Harry hums in agreement

“Yeah Ron’s right” she agrees too quickly, and she should have known the twins weren’t as easily fooled as her friends

“Oh really?” Fred smirks at her, cocky bastard

“Yeah” she tries to maintain

“Really” and Fred maintains his

“Yes”

“Really”

This goes on for one more 'yes' and 'really' than even George could handle

“Yes really!” he cuts in, gently smacking his twin on the back of the head and pointing at her “Because Victor isn’t over in the direction you were drooling, he isn’t even in the great hall this fine morning”

Hermione’s eyes dart around the room, they were right, Victor was nowhere to be seen and she was between annoyed and embarrassed at that fact

“Wait, so who were you looking at?” Harry asks intrigued while Ron is looking around the room a bit pissed at the thought of yet another person he would not be competing with 

“Yeah Mione” Fred eggs on earning one hell of a death glare

“No one” she shakes her head but makes the mistake of letting her eyes flick to you and lingering when you happen to meet her gaze 

Fred’s head whips in the direction of you catching the wave and rather flirty smile you send Hermione's way before he turns back, looking at the girl in a surprised shock

“Who is it?” Ron asks with Harry and George leaning in to hear

Hermione sinks into herself, and she’s thankful Fred seems to notice, his playful teasing nature dropping before he puts on a smile “No one lil Ronniekins” he wiggles his nose at his brother “Just wanted to see the look on your face”

George looks a little confused but recovers soon enough, smirking away and not questioning anything. Harry bursts out in laughter as does a few others that had overheard causing Ron to go as red as his hair and throw his half-eaten slice of toast at his elder brother

“Arsehole” he huffs going back to his meal

Hermione looks up at Fred while everyone else is in a fit of giggles, mouthing ‘thank you’ to him and earning a little wink back

Over the next year Fred was a great help while Hermione figured out what was going on. Eventually after Fred pretty much telling her every second he could, dropping all of her stuff in herbology when you bent down in front of her, oh and snapping her quill when some Ravenclaw girl was getting a little too close for her liking she finally knew what it was…she fancied you, like really fucking fancied you

“You gonna ask her out?” 

She groans at Fred intrusion, sure he was a good friend but she really wasn’t in the mood

“No” she pouts as Fred takes a seat next to her

He looks at her like she just told him his pranks are genius and not at all annoying “Why?” he looks baffled “You’re fawning over her, telling me how pretty and lovely she is…merlin Mione you came up with a ship name and everything” he argues

Her face heats “I…shut up” she whines “Anyway you’re the one that encouraged me to find the perfect one and stayed up till 3am until we found it”

“And it was time well spent” he laughs, hand moving to grip her shoulder softly “But…you’re avoiding the question Granger. It’s been well over a year now” he reminds her

“I can’t just ask her…what if she doesn't like me, what if she doesn’t like girls? Do I even know if I like girls? I mean I like her but I liked boys before…ugh” she leans her forehead on the table

“So, what you’re saying is your sexually confused and afraid of rejection” he says simply

She tilts her to look up at him “Pretty much” she says, pouting at Fred smiley expression

“Well Granger hate to break it to you but everyone is like that” he shrugs “But if it makes you feel better George went through something similar with Lee and Angelina turns out he’s bisexual, and as for the rejection part I can guarantee you that she fancies you too”

Hermione lifts her head, swatting away the paper stuck to her cheek on the way up “You think?” her mood picks up, if there was one thing Fred wouldn’t kid about it was this

“I don’t think…shut it” he points at her “I know. She smiles at you every chance she gets, she asked you to dance a waltz at the ball and the best till last” he rubs his hands together “I little Ravenclaw birdy I was wooing yesterday told me that she overheard y/n and Cedric talking about the girl she had a crush on and the description more than matches the smartest witch I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing”

Hermione was about to speak, a nervous smile on her face when she and Fred her something fall, turning to look in that direction 

“Speak of the angel and there she shall appear” Fred nudges her “Come on Granger, prove why you’re a griff and not a claw” 

“I can’t” she shakes her head, fingers gripping the edge of the book nearby “I mean look at her Fred”

“I am, she’s gorgeous and if she wasn’t into you I’d go for it…kidding” he holds up his hands because they both knew he probably wasn’t “Look she’s a person, you don’t have to ask her out just talk to her” he encourages

Hermione looks at him, giving him a nervous look to which he nods his head with a smile

“I’m right here to rescue you if it goes tits up…in a bad way” he raises his eyebrows

“You’re an arse” she places the book down on top of his hand with a little force

He lets out a small yelp “Oww…I may be an arse but you go talk to your girl”

“She’s not my girl” she whispers back

“Not yet” he whisper shouts, making her wave her hand for him to be quiet

Hermione walks up slowly, pulling at her skirt and cardigan, trying to tame some if her wild curls hanging out of her bun

She's just a person, we can talk to people, it’s going to be fine

You turn to her as you reach to place one of the fallen books back, skirt coming up a little as you do, along with that smile on your face

Nope it’s not fine…abort abort…fuck

“Hi there” you beam at her before she can run away “Did you need this?” you drop down from your tippy toes, holding out the book

Say something…

Say anything…

“Are you okay?” you wonder, stepping towards her

She nods “Grand” she squeaks out

“You look a little flushed” you note, hints of amusement in your voice

“It’s rather warm in here” she lets out a nervous laugh

“It is rather hot” you say and she feels herself melt when your eyes flick up and down her figure “How have you been?” you inquire, leaning your forearm against the bookshelf…merlin you were going to kill her

“O-okay. How are you feeling about exams?” she inquires, internally cringing about asking about school

You don’t seem to mind though, smiling away “Good, you’ll find Hufflepuffs are rather laid back about that kind of thing” you chuckle, eyes flicking to the side briefly, clearly seeing something as you smile widens “What about yourself love?”

There it was again, love, over a year later and still that one word made her weak

“Okay” oh my god pull yourself together and say something that isn’t okay “I’m a little nervous of not doing well” she confesses, expecting you to laugh and tell her she’s being silly, smartest witch of her age scared about failing? Anyone would laugh

But you don’t, instead you push yourself off the bookshelves and take one of her hands

“You’ll do great. Either way you’ll have tried your best and that's all you can do” you assure her, thumbs rubbing over her knuckles the same way they did last year

“You’re too nice” she says, biting her lip, eyes lingering on your intertwined hands

“You’ll find love that you’re too nice” you give her hand a squeeze before letting go “You have any plans for Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Hermione’s heart picks up, maybe you’ll ask her out 

“Nothing” she answers too quickly, her face heating up “Why?” she certain you can feel…hell hear the giddy excitement from her

“There’s an event happening at Tomes and Scrolls. Ced won the tickets in some raffle a couple weeks ago but it’s not really his thing ya see” you tell her

“Sounds lovely” more than lovely actually, first date you might be taking her to a bookshop? You were perfect for her

“Will be if I had your company” you smile at her but it’s softer than the grin you wore before, almost like you were nervous too just hid it better than she did

“Are you asking me…” she doesn’t want to assume but holy hell does she hope you are

You giggle “If I am, would you say yes?” 

“Yes” she nods with a smile

You light up “Grand” you tuck some hair behind her ear “I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday, your common room” your thumb flicks over her cheek “You really do look beautiful in every light” you say mostly to yourself

Hermione just nods, too overwhelmed to speak and she curses herself as you walk away. She should have told you that you look pretty, Merlin! She didn’t even say it at the ball either…

“So…ouch!” the voice startles her

“Sorry” she apologises as she realises she elbowed Fred in the gut

“It’s alright Granger” he groans “Remind me to never piss you off though…or throw you a surprise party” he mutters the last bit “What?” he smirks seeing her expression

“I have a date on Saturday” she squeals jumping up and down

Fred’s eyes widen, scooping the girl into his arms and spinning her around as they celebrate

“That’s amazing doll” he says kissing her cheek

Someone coughs awkwardly…actually that might just be Harry coughing normally

The unlikely duo freeze, looking to the side to see Harry looking amused while Ron pissed

“What's going on here?” the younger Weasley questions, eyes flicking between the two

“Nothing” they say in union as Fred gently places Hermione down

“Are you two shagging?” Ron blurts out causing Fred to burst out laughing and Hermione to giggle

“No” Fred shakes his head “She’s great but as much as I do love a good bookworm me and Mione aren’t a match” he assures his brother “Don’t think I’m her type either” he says coyly 

The girl rolls her eyes, hitting him gently

“So…you two just became friends?” Harry asks surprised “I mean, how did that happen?” he chuckles at the notion

They nod 

“Yes, he’s been helping me with some stuff…” the boys look more confused at that until she adds “...that isn’t school related”

For Hermione Saturday came around real slow, and it was not helped in the slightest by Ron and Harry pestering her about her date…yes Fred being Fred let that slip just a bit

“You two aren’t to follow me” she points at her friends who nod a tad scared from their seats on the common room couch…more so after one or five more needless threats to cut up Harry’s cloak if they tried before she headed out to meet you

Exiting the portrait, she finds you leaning on a bannister, looking as gorgeous as ever in your own little world. She had to admit she needed a moment before gaining your attention, she was in a dress paired with jumper from, weirdly enough, Neville’s collection as the boy had shrunk it by accident and gave it to her. You on the other hand were in jeans, a band shirt and leather jacket, looking so cool. 

How in the world did she manage to get a date with someone so badass looking?

“Hi” she gains your attention 

You turn with a smile on your face before your lips part, eyes flicking down her figure “You look…” you shake your head and she feels herself grow nervous “...how do you get prettier every time?” you let out a sweet chuckle

Hermione relaxes, heart-warming at the compliments

“Could say the same about you” she quips and your eyes light up in a way Hermione adores, noting to do that more often

“You coming then love?” you hold out your hand, palm upwards

She accepts it, letting you lead her anywhere you wanted

Hermione thought the staring would bother her, sure she shied away a few times, even hid behind you once when you kissed her temple whilst waiting in the queue, but she really didn’t mind it. Holding your hand, chatting with you, not worrying about what people thought was refreshing, freeing

The entire date felt that way. She realised as badass as you looked on the outside you were actually a complete softie. Your gentle nature was always at the forefront when you were speaking to her, but it also translated into your nerdiness around books, music, and even quidditch. In fact, with your help she actually began to understand the game better 

She found out you were a pureblood, and funnily enough adopted by two professors she admired and knew very well, but you kept your original last name since it would draw attention at school. She also discovered that due to this you were Harry's god sister and got along with her friend very well, spending most summers and Christmas’ together. 

It was funny, she had always heard of Harry's god sister but never would have guessed it was you…although now it was clear as day. You dressed and were as laidback as Sirius, flirted like him too, but personality wise you were all Remus, nerdy and soft, total sweetheart

“My friends are having a small gathering this afternoon” she mentions on passing, not wanting to ask encase it was way too soon for you

Your hand drops from hers, yup way too…and it moves around her shoulder…not too soon?

“Are you comfortable with me joining?” you ask, looking down at her with the kindest eyes

She nods “Yeah, I want them to meet you…well for them to meet you properly…again…help me” she stumbles, cheeks hot as she forgot you were practically family with Harry for a hot minute

You move around in front of her, hands now running up and down her arms “You’re alright love, easy mistake to make. We don’t exactly scream it from the rooftops” you coo before your expression softens to something vulnerable, the same vulnerability you showed when you asked her out “I only have one question”

“What would that be?” she reaches out to your jacket before sweetly patting it and withdrawing her hands, an act which makes you smile a bit

“Who do you want to introduce me as?” 

She looks at you confused “What do you mean?” 

“Like” your hands drop down to take hers “as your new friend…or…”

“Or?” she extends the syllables

“More than a friend” 

Her lips make an ‘o’ shape “I hadn’t thought about that” she answers honestly

“That's okay” she can hear the slight hurt in your voice you try and mask, the small crack when you said that's breaks her heart “I can just be your friend until you want to tell them otherwise…if you want otherwise of course” you let out a nervous giggle, accompanied by an uncharacteristic shy smile “I might have misread everything” you confess, swallowing hard

“You haven’t misread anything sweets” she replies right away, the very pet name that had been on her tongue all day slipping out

She was about to apologise for the slip when she saw your face. How the tables had turned, she had rendered you quite flustered

“Can you say that last part again?” your hands squeeze hers

“Sweets?” she repeats and your cheeks rise, lips pressing together “You like it?”

“Love it” you whisper before leaning in “Can I?”

She doesn’t answer, instead leans in, pressing her lips against yours firmly. You chuckle into it, hand moving to cup her cheek and gently parting your lips

“Something wrong?” she panics

You shake your head, pecking her nose “Nothing, you’re just cute is all” you say with the upmost endearment “Was that your first kiss?”

“Was it that obvious!” she exclaims, burying her head into your chest “I’m sorry” whines

She can feel the vibrations of your chest before you course her to look at you “Maybe a little” you admit but as embarrassed as she was your gaze was so soft it made her feel okay again “Why don’t we try it again but this time copy my movements”

She nods, perking up at the idea of kissing you again. Your thumb brushes over her cheek down to her lips, pulling down the bottom one before leaning in. Your softer than she was, lips moving slowly until she finally begins to copy.

To start it’s a little awkward as she’s thinking too…

“Don’t overthink it lovely” you murmur “Let yourself melt into it”

She does just that, lips moving in sync as the world around her is forgotten.

Not seeing her two twits of friends coming out of a nearby shop, one in a happy shock the other like his brain stopped working, or the two identical people down the road, one smiling proudly before telling the other that was his doing. Nor did she see the three professors, two who would later be her father in laws, all smiling to themselves and exchanging money

Thank you for reading 💛

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n: I can’t believe I agreed to this.

Hermione: This was your idea.

Y/n: I can’t believe you agreed to this.

[novthewolf]

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

In your eyes, millions of stars

Pairing : Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader

Masterlist : Here

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

Words : +1,6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wanna Be Yours (SERIES) -

Hermione can't help but want to know more about the Slytherin she saw defend her those years ago. She comes to learn that a lot follows with Y/N Y/L/N. Some of those things being unavoidable (STATUS: DISCONTINUED)

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Drabble One

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[dc-marvel-life]

That Dang Snake

Pairing: Hermione Granger

Summary: Hermione starts to get the attention of an unlikely Slytherin girl

Word Count: ~2.3k

A/N: Send in request

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Hermione’s POV

It is finally Saturday, the day of the first date for Y/N and me. I am excited but nervous at the same time about this date. The entire week, Y/N and I have been talking in or between classes, and also we have been meeting in the library to study together. I can see why everyone says she is so kind, but something has been up over the past few days. 

Everyone in Slytherin suddenly avoids her, even Draco, who is supposed to be childhood friends with Y/N. The only person in Slytherin who talks to Y/N is Greengrass, but every other house is fine with her. Even the tri-wizard students speak to her.

I was taken out of my thoughts by Harry waving his hand before me. 

“You okay, Hermione? It looks like you are deep in thought, well more than usual,” Harry asks, concerned. 

“Yeah, I am fine. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and I are eating breakfast this morning in the great hall. I was just thinking about a test next week,” I say, lying and continuing to eat my breakfast. 

“Relax, Hermione, it is a Saturday, and you should enjoy it. Maybe even go on a date with me,” Ron asks, and I get an icky feeling. Talking with Y/N made me realize that my feeling for Ron was just platonic feelings that I thought were romantic. My feelings for Y/N are different, and I want to explore that with her. 

“I actually have plans with Luna tonight, so I can’t go, sorry,” I lie to Ron, and Ginny looks at me side-eyed. She knows that I am going on a date tonight with Y/N, and I can see it on her face that she is trying not to laugh.

“Oh, that’s okay. Maybe another time, then?” Ron asks, and I sit there frozen, not knowing what to say. Ron was waiting for an answer, but I heard a loud bang. Everyone in the great hall turns around to look at the Slytherin table to see Y/N and Draco standing up, looking intensely at each other. Y/N has food all over her, which I am guessing Draco threw on her. It took everything in me not to run over to her side to ensure she was okay. 

 It looks like Y/N is thinking about hitting Draco because her hand is clenching and unclenching, but Greengrass comes up to Y/N and drags her out of the great hall. The place was silent for about 20 seconds then everything returned to normal. Everyone was discussing what was happening and betting on who would win in that fight.

I would have bet Y/N would kick Draco’s ass easily.

“What was that all about?” I ask the table and see Ron and Ginny looking at each other.

“What was that?! I question them. You guys know something, huh?” Harry looks around, like always confused about what is happening.

“Look, you have to keep this under wraps because we aren’t even supposed to know this information,” Ron says, looking around and leaning in to speak quietly.

“So Ginny and I were home for a bit to get something, and we overheard our parents talking. They were talking about how the Y/L/N’s kicked Y/N out of the family and left her with nothing,” Ron says quietly.

I sat there momentarily, trying to process what Ron said.

“Do you know why she got kicked out?” Harry asks, and Ron shrugs.

“My parents just said that the pureblood families are foul for kicking her out because they did. They left her with nothing, and now she is homeless,” Ron says, and my heart grows heavy. 

Where is she going to live? How is she getting money? Where did the scars come from? Maybe I can get some answers tonight on the date. I finish eating breakfast and go back to the dorms. I finish up on homework and practice a few spells before getting ready to go out. 

I went into my closet to pick out a cute outfit, but it was more complicated than expected. I pull out my whole wardrobe, and it still feels like I have nothing to wear. Usually, I wouldn’t try so hard to look good, but this is my first date with Y/N, and I want her to be amazed.

I hear the door opening and a loud gasp. I turn to see who it is, and it is Ginny.

“What in the world happened here? Were you doing a tornado spell or something” Ginny says and giggles while stepping over my clothes to stand beside me.

“No, I am just picking out an outfit for tonight, but I can’t find anything to wear,” I say, crossing my arms.

“Don’t worry, I am here to help you out, so go and shower while I pick out an outfit for you,” Ginny says, picking up my clothes off the floor. 

“Thank you,” I say, running to the showers. I will say taking a shower really help me relax a bit. I come out to the room and see that Ginny has put away all my clothes and has an outfit picked out for me.

“Oh Ginny, this is perfect,” I say while looking at the bed to see a pair of jeans, a white undershirt, and a maroon sweater.

“I know!” Ginny says, smiling, and I give her a big hug. I quickly get changed and do my hair with the help of Ginny.

“You look so beautiful, Hermione! Y/N won’t be able to keep her hands off of you,” Ginny says, and I start to blush.

“Well, none of that will be happening on the first date,” I say and smile. I grab all my things and set off toward Hogsmeade. Once I am at Hogsmeade, I found a bench near the entrance so Y/N can see me when she first comes in. 

Time passes by, and still no sign of Y/N anywhere. I look down at my watch and see she is 30 minutes late to the set meeting time. 

“I guess she stood me up,” I say to myself, then sigh in defeat. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes, and I try to hold them back. I don’t want to break down crying in front of everyone here. 

“Hermione! Wait! I’m coming,” I hear someone say in the distance. I look around to see who called out my name, and it is Y/N. Even from far away, I can see she is wearing a black turtle neck and chino pants with a brown trench coat. Damn, why does she have to look so sexy when I am mad at her right now. 

Next thing I know, Y/N is in front of me, out of breath from the running she did coming down here. I didn’t make eye contact with her because I was mad that I had waited 30 minutes for her to come.

“Hermione, I am so sorry that I am late. Things got complicated and-” Y/N starts, but I cut her off.

“I don’t care you are still late, and I was looking forward to this-” I stop talking once I finally look Y/N in the eye, only to see she has a black eye and a cut lip.

“Who did this to you?!” I yell, then inspect her face. She flinches at first, then welcomes my hands.

“It doesn’t matter who did this to me. Just know this is why I am late, but I didn’t do it intentionally. All I want to do is go on this date with you. I hate that I am late, but I will make it up to you by buying whatever you want from Honeydukes,” Y/N says, then takes my hand that is inspecting her face and kisses it. I feel the blood rushing toward my cheeks.

“Okay, but I am not going just to drop this topic. We will come back to it later,” I say, and she salutes to me like a soldier.

“Yes, ma’am,” she says, and I laugh. She takes my hand, and we walk around Hogsmeade to talk about anything and everything. She kept her promise and let me get anything I wanted from Honeydukes. I didn’t get too much because I know she got kicked out of her family.  We end up at Madam Puddiffor’s Tea Shop to get a drink and talk.

“So what really happened to your face,” I say once we order our drinks and sit down. Y/N lets out a sigh and rubs her face.

“There was a misunderstanding with a few Slytherins, but I was able to handle it,” Y/N says and smiles.

“Is there something going on with you and the other Slytherins? I have noticed over the past week they have been ignoring you,” I ask, concerned.

“So you are watching my movements, Hermione. I am flatter,” Y/N says, smirking at me.

“I am serious, Y/N. Look, you know that I am new to this dating scene and never thought I would be into women, but it is different with you. I am always thinking about you in some type of way. Like if you are getting enough to eat, if you are getting what is going on in class, or if you really like me because I really like you,” I ramble on, then Y/N puts her hand on mine.

“Of course, I really like you, Hermione. You have no idea how long I have waited to ask you out. You are not like any other girl I know,” Y/N says, and I smile, blushing.

“Well, good because I really do like you, and I want to see where this goes, but we have to be honest with each other up front. That way, this can work between us,” I say and look at Y/N. I can see her brain going a mile a minute thinking of something.

“You are right, and we need to be honest with each other. I have been hiding something from you for years,” Y/N says and takes a deep breath. I look at her, confused, wondering what she could have been hiding from me for years!

“I have liked you ever since the first year. When I landed my eyes on you, I knew you were something special. I wanted to get to know you more but Draco told me that I couldn’t because you are a muggle-born, and purebloods couldn’t hang out with you. I knew that our parents thought that way, but I thought all the kids were like me and didn’t believe in blood status in that way. Well, there are the Weasley, but their parents taught them right. Anyway, I was told to stay away from you and just keep going with my life. I did that, but it was so hard to get you off my mind over the years. I would get so nervous around you that I wouldn’t even talk. I had to distract myself with over girls to stop thinking about you, but it didn’t work. I will always come back to you. So this year, I thought of the brilliant idea it was time to tell my parents that I am into girls and not just any girl, but Hermione Granger. They were furious, of course, because their pure bloodline would end with me. You can’t have a baby if you are with girls, and to make it worse, it is with a muggle-born. They said much more than that, but I summed it up for you. They beat me and threw me out with no money. Luckily I have my own money, but that’s why I have all those bruises all over my body, and this,” Y/N points to her face, “is the result of all the Slytherin purebloods giving me ‘betraying our kind’ beat-ups” Y/N says taking a deep breath like she just removed a ton of bricks off her back.

I just sat there silently for a minute to process all the information thrown at me. It is hard to wrap my head around that Y/N has had a crush on me since the first year. Then finally telling her parents that she likes girls and a muggle-born girl at that, she gets beat up and kicked out.

“Please say something,” Y/N says, getting my attention.

“I don’t know what to say right now. That was a lot that just at me right now,” I say.

“You wanted me to be honest,” Y/N says, laughing lightly to brighten the mood.

“Yes, yes, I did. So it seems we are on the same page and like each other. What next?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. Y/N looks over me and smirks.

“Well, we keep getting to know each other. That means I will have to take you out on dates, and then once we get comfortable, I will ask you to be my girlfriend. Then we will see after that, but I hope it ends with a happily ever after,” Y/N says, leaning forward.

“I think I like that I like the plan,” I say, smiling and leaning forward. We met in the middle to kiss each other, which was the most magical thing to happen. Her lips were so soft but still firm at the same time, and her lips fit perfectly into my lip. I could kiss her all day long without any problem. We put away from each other and just looked into each different eyes.

“Wow,” We both say at the same time. 

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Hi, could you do a jealous Ron Weasley who'd literally do anything to get your attention? I love your writings btw:D

Ron Weasley/Male!Reader

Thank you for this request!!!!

Ig it can be seen as Hermione/Reader too. I didn't really mean for it to happen it just kinda ended up that way

Bold is yelling btw

I hope I did this justice because just like all my requests I love it sm

Summary: See the request above my notes!!!!!!!

You walked down the hallway slowly, trying to take your time before getting to class. As much as you liked Miss McGonagall, you hated transfiguration with a passion.

The rapid footsteps behind you seemed to get closer and louder until they stopped beside you.

"Y/N!" They greeted.

You turned to look up from the floor, and you saw it was Hermione. Her face was red, and the purple jacket she was wearing was ruffled. You hummed on greeting.

"Are you alright?" You ask, referring to her disturbed appearance that was usually so orderly.

She giggled. "Yes, I'm alright. I've been researching for one of my classes."

Hermione tucks a piece of hair behind her ears and looks ahead, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you. You hear some yelling going about the hall ahead of you.

Your head turns up from it's gaze on the classroom doors you were going past, and you come face to face with Ron and Harry starting what seems to be a giant rally.

"They told me they were doing something for you since it's near your birthday, but I didn't know it would be this big!" Hermione exclaimed.

You raised an eyebrow in question. "It's not even close to my birthday yet."

"Y/N!" A voice yelled from inside the rally.

At this point you were immensely confused. If Harry and Ron were doing this 'for your birthday' where were the decorations?

"We've made a petition from Gryffindor, Y/N!" You recognized this voice as Ron's.

Your feet were walking forward before you even had a chance to think about what stupidity this might hold. You were curious, and who could blame you? It's Harry and Ron after all.

Ron was standing in a small box behind the crowd of Gryffindors with a piece of paper dangling from his hand. You must have looked dumb with the huge smile plastered across your face.

He held the paper out to you, and it had a few lines at the top staring it's reason and then the names on the bottom. The bottom had every single name in Gryffindor.

"Go on and read it." Ron coaxed, hopping down from his pedestal.

You started to read aloud. "All in favor for Y/N to spend his time with me instead of in a stupid classroom." It said.

You looked up at him with an unimpressed expression. "You really couldn't have asked instead of getting a badly written petition?"

"Well, it's not that easy!" He whined.

"Ron, I would have spent time with you if you had told me you felt left out."

He looked around the hall at the silent crowd awaiting his answer. Ron grinned and grabbed your wrist eagerly.

"Then let's go somewhere shall we?" He said.

And that's how you ended up cloud gazing by black lake instead of going to transfiguration.

[theodorelore]

𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲…

↱ golden trio x m!reader

↱ summary: being a member of the golden trio during first year

↱ cw: none

↱ a/n: requests are open, don’t be shy to request something:) here’s my list of fandoms i will write for

↝ you were from a well known, well respected wizardry family- it was no shock to you, or you parents when you were accepted in the finest magic school in the country. you were going to hogwarts!

↝ your mother had taken you to diagon alley to buy your school supplies that you needed, and while you were there, you saw a family friend, ron weasley. he smiled and waved, which you returned.

↝ finally, the day comes. you’re bouncing with excitement as your father leads you through the muggle train station, your mother trails behind.

↝ you hug your parents and the usher you on the train, and you make your way through the compartments- looking for a familiar face. you see ron sitting in a compartment with a boy you’ve never seen before. you knock, and ron waves at you.

↝ “do you mind if i sit with you?” you question, waving back at ron. ron shakes his head, “i don’t mind, do you, harry?”

↝ harry shakes his head, and you take a seat beside ron. “i’m y/n l/n.” you hold out your hand to shake his hand, “i’m harry potter.”

↝ you tried your best to not show your surprise on your face, “nice to meet you.” the three of you talked for the entirety of the journey, and soon enough, you had arrived at hogwarts

↱ you managed to squeeze into ron and harry’s boat before a brown headed boy could get in first- you later learned his name was neville.

↱ your first look of the castle immediately took your breath away. even though you heard stories of your parents time at hogwarts, it never compared to the actual thing. the castle doors opened, and all the children were ushered inside by a professor there. she introduced herself as professor mcgonagall, and let you all know that the sorting ceremony was about to begin.

↱ you weren’t exactly sure what the ceremony would be, so you looked towards ron. he was the only person you knew that had other brothers that would have gone through whatever ceremony that was going to take place.

↱ “fred wouldn’t say what it was, only that it hurt loads. i’m not sure if he was serious or not.” ron grimaces, but before you can reply, you get pushed out of the way by a blonde boy.

↱ he asks to be harry’s friend, all while  simultaneously insulting both you and ron. harry denies him, defending you and ron. mcgonagall returns before malfoy can respond, and you’re lead into the great hall.

↱ you can hear hermione telling someone about how the ceiling is bewitched to look like the outside somewhere behind you- but it’s so beautiful that you don’t find it in yourself to respond. both harry and ron get sorted into gryffindor, and once it’s your turn, you cross your fingers to join them. the sorting hat places you in gryffindor, and you couldn’t have been happier

↱ after dinner, percy leads the first years back to the dorm, and again, you can’t stop your mouth from hanging open. it was just so beautiful.

↱ after a week of classes, you’ll finally get to experience your first time on a broom. you weren’t too excited, but both harry and ron were, so you tried to be as positive as possible. the lessons went about as well as you expected- you were the last person to get your broom in your hand after saying “up.” not only that, but neville had broken his wrist, harry had somehow joined the quidditch team, and also been challenged to a duel by malfoy.

↱ harry had invited you and ron to accompany him to the duel, just in case something went wrong. the duel was set for midnight, so the three of you crept down the stairs, only to be stopped by hermione and neville. they continued on, only later realizing that they had been tricked, after almost getting eaten by a three headed dog.

↱ halloween came around, and the great hall was decorated beautifully- earlier ron had insulted hermione, which ended up with her staying in the bathroom for most of the day. the three of you split up at dinner, you choosing to check on hermione. it wasn’t easy, as she didn’t want to let you in at first, but later gave in. the two of you talked until a troll burst through the door. you and hermione screamed, hermione hiding in a stall while you under the sink. thankfully, ron and harry came to your aid, fighting the troll and causing it to pass out.

↱ you, ron, and hermione went to harry’s first quidditch game. it went well for the most part, until harry seemed to not have control over his broom. hermione then spotted that snape was muttering a curse, and immediately went to go cause a distraction. you and ron could only watch as harry went higher and higher into the air, until finally hermione set fire to snape’s pants. he then went on to catch the golden snitch, winning the game.

↱ you and hermione were going to be going home for christmas, so you both packed your bags, hugged harry and ron, and got onto the hogwarts express. once the train stopped back in london, you rushed to see your parents, waving by to hermione. two weeks later, you and hermione are heading back to hogwarts for the start of term.

↱ harry and ron fill you in on how harry received a mysterious package, containing an invisibility cloak, and how they discovered the mirror of erised

↱ towards the end of term, your professors start to mention exams, causing hermione to start making you, ron, and harry to study whenever you have a free moment.

↱ one afternoon, the four of you decide to go to hagrid’s, and while there, you discover he’s been taking care of a dragon egg. of course, the dragon decides to hatch. then of course, it bites ron, and so you convince hagrid to let ron’s brother take it. charlie agrees.

↱ you, harry, and hermione gather the dragon up and sneak into the astronomy tower, loading the dragon onto charlie’s friends brooms. unfortunately, on the way down, you get caught.

↱ because you were caught, the three of you are forced into detention with draco malfoy, going into the forest to hunt down a injured unicorn. hagrid splits you guys up: harry, draco, and fang, and you, hermione, and hagrid. while looking, hagrid sees the red sparks from someone’s wand and rushes to find harry and draco, finding draco with fang, looking terrified. minutes later, harry shows up, on the back of a centaur.

↱ some time later, you realize that snape is going to take the sorcerer’s stone, and rush to the trap door, finding fluffy already asleep. the four of you slide down the door, getting trapped in devil’s snare, and then having to find a certain key amongst hundreds. the came the chess game, ron sacrificed himself to win the game. harry then had to drink a potion to walk through flames, and you and hermione helped him figure out which one would work. after he walked through the flames, you and hermione grabbed ron and flew up through the trap door, rushing to tell mcgonagall. while on the way, you ran into dumbledore, who immediately rushed down to save harry.

↱ ron and harry were both out into the hospital wing, but only ron got out the next day. harry was asleep for about 4 days and he woke up the day of the end of the year feast.

↱ when you saw harry, you immediately ran to hug him, and told him you were glad he was alright. the two of you walked into the great hall that was decorated with slytherin colors, as they had one the house cup. dumbledore gave the four of you last minute points, which caused you to be tied, and then giving neville points for being brave enough to stick up to your friends. gryffindor had finally won a house cup!

↱ the train ride home was sad, you didn’t want to leave your friends. finally, after they all promised to write, you hugged them all goodbye, and went to rejoin your parents.

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masterlist (updated)

key: 💕- fluff, 🖤- dark themes, 🥀, angst.

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Sweaty Kisses (💕)

unknowingly yours (🥀,🖤)

Murderous Love (🥀,🖤) ON HOLD

My Heart Is Yours (💕,🖤)

Hot Rage and Cold Tears (🥀,💕)

.241 (🥀)

Ruins (🖤)

fugly slut (💕)

Carrie Moment (💕)

I’ve Missed You (💕,🥀)

Secret Love Notes (💕)

Enid Sinclair

DC

Kara Danvers (2018-22)

Lena Luthor (2018-22)

Alex Danvers (2018-22)

Red Daughter (2018-22)

Pamela Isly

Absent (💕,🥀)

Harley Quinn

Scars(💕,🥀)

maddening love(🥀,🖤)

TVDU

Hope Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Maria Hill

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

MISCELLANEOUS

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Tahani Al Jamil (The Good Place)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Cruella De Vil (Cruella)