#hermione x you

[remusslove]

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.

[oriengranger]

Restricted Section (Hermione Granger x Reader)

warnings: smut, mature topics

throughout the years, you and Hermione had managed to get to know the castle and endless corridors from sneaking around so much.

and for the first few years of your friendship, when you would sneak around, it would only be to talk. talking for hours and hours on end just to get to know each other more. but by third year certain feelings began to transpire between you two, so your stake outs would be extremely heavy with tension.

it was by the end of fourth year when you and Hermione actually did anything about said feelings. you began to shyly hold her hand, and when she became tired she'd occasionally nuzzle her face in your neck. when she was cold you'd lend her your coat and wrap her in your warm embrace, planting loving kisses to her forehead and speaking encouraging whispers. but you didn't admit those feelings until you became jealous, and soon she did the same.

by fifth year the tension happened to come back, although this time it was very different, so much so that it was now sexual. sneaking off with the prefect then lead to steamy kisses, quiet moans, and hickeys. and while your makeout sessions became hotter, so did your knickers.

now at sixth year it was no longer teasing, you two now were not hesitating on taking things further with sex.

so thats how you ended up here, in the restricted section of the library, for late night reading. although doing said reading became a difficult task to pursue. Hermione became quiet long ago, and you're sure the sound of pages turning stopped too.

you looked slyly over your book, with Hermione's eyes dilated and already fixated on your lips. her book was lying open, long forgotten infront of her. you noticed she had been uncrossing and crossing her legs, a habit she only would do when she was hot and bothered.

"Its a bit warm in here lovely, dont you agree?" you asked, biting your lip no so innocently. Hermione met your teasing gaze and saw the amusement in your eyes. she glared at you in annoyance. "Shut up." she snapped. you rested your head in your hand and closed your book, propping your elbow to the table.

"Make me." you responded.

Hermione clenched her jaw, glaring around the room before shutting her book closed. she pushed your books effortlessly off your lap, straddling herself onto you. she grasped your neck and hungrily brought her lips to yours. you groaned as she was now grinding her hips against you.

Hermione's hand fell from

your neck and instead moved down to unbutton your uniform. she barely managed to get your second button undone before you pinned her wrists behind her back. you felt her breath hitch at the action, knowing what you were going to do to her.

you pulled her head back with your free hand, revealing her neck. instantly, you brought your lips to her exposed jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat and back up, whispering dirty things in her ear occasionally.

you temporarily released your grip on her hair to unbutton her shirt. when you finished her shirt fell open on its own, you left it like that because damn was it a turn on. seeing her 'innocent girl' demeanor broken by her waiting eagerly to be fucked.

you chuckled lowly, running your fingers down her exposed chest, reaching her bra and unclipping it, making it fall off her chest. you leaned into chest, taking one of her nipples into your mouth. you alternated between them. Hermiome bucked her hips needily, whimpering when she didn't get the contact she needed. "Hey now, i cant please you properly if you're not being a good girl, can i? you asked, tightening the grip you had around her wrists. "No." she replied. "Exactly, so be a good girl for me love."

Hermione's pupils expanded even more as she nodded rapidly. pleased, you began sucking and biting on her neck. she whimpered softly. you slipped your hand up her skirt and grabbed her center tightly, you could feel the heat that gathered there, even through her lace panties. she moaned, pressing herself against your hand.

you pushed her lips open and slipped two of your fingers in, making her shudder and cry in response. as much as you loved to hear her voice, you feared someone may hear, so you undid your tie and stuffed it in her mouth, silencing her instantly.

her chest rapidly rose as her legs shook unsteadily, you had to hold her down so she wouldn't fall off of you. she clamped down on the makeshift gag as you sped up your pace, dragging her closer and closer to her edge.

she shuddered and screamed as she dug her nails harshly down your back. you were making her feel as if she was on cloud 9, and she was loving it.

she quickly came onto your fingers, letting it drip onto the floor. she was panted and flushed, staring directly into your dark eyes. you pulled your tie out of her mouth, she then crashed her lips yours, cupping your face.

you pulled away and leaned your forehead against hers.

"Ready for round two, princess?"

Fin.

[the-oblivious-writer]

Wanna Be Yours |1|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter One: Pranks & Fifth Year

Notes: Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): None that I'm aware of

Prologue|Next Part

Y/n entered the train when a hand waved her over to a compartment. She entered the compartment where she saw familiar faces. Amelia and Leo were sitting across from each other, Y/n gave a quick 'hello' but then gave a confused expression.

"Where's Raine and Link?" she asked, Amelia rolled her eyes at the mention of the two. "Pranking the first years with Fred and George. Same as always."

Leo scooted closer to the window and left more room for Y/n to sit down. "Judging by the sudden silence, I'm assuming their plan is already in place." Y/n tilted her head back and sighed. "Merlins, do I even want to know what they have planned this time around?"

Leo chuckled slightly as he shook his head,"Why spoil it?" Just as those words left his mouth Lorraine, Fred and George came running in the compartment abruptly. They had their hands on their knees and were out of breath. "I'm assuming something went wrong" Y/n remarked.

Fred was peeking his head around every now and until finally shutting the door.

"Yeah..about that we uh kind of got the wrong compartment" Lorraine said as she took a seat, bunched up next to Y/n as Fred and George stood and avoided the window to the compartment door. 

"Wait-" Amelia started looking around, "Where's Link?" Fred, George and Lorraine suddenly looked at each other and back at the girl.

"He kind of decided to take his own road but he's fi-" before George could finish his sentence the compartment door opened. The three pranksters jumped but soon relaxed when they saw that it was only Link. "Merlin's beard, you scared us," Fred said.

"Sorry bout' that mate just had to wait for the coast to be clear before showing my face" Link responded, still taking heavy breaths. "Whose compartment did you get instead?" Amelia asked curiously.

"Draco's who was with Blaise and Theo. We ran before they could even leave their seats" Fred said, slightly laughing as he recalled the memory. "You should have seen their faces when the stink bombs went off" the four started to laugh.

"I swear one of these days, you're gonna get yourselves killed" Leo said as he shook his head.

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They arrive at Hogwarts and separate when getting to the Great Hall to go to their house tables. Amelia and Y/n sat together at the Slytherin table, Link sat with the Hufflepuffs and Lorraine and Leo sat at the Ravenclaw table. Dumbledore made the same speech he made every year. It was their fifth year, they had gotten used to the same boring words he fed them at the beginning of every year.

Eventually it was time to eat and the Great Hall grew with noise. Y/n sat and ate silently as Amelia spoke with another Slytherin. Y/n wasn't one for making conversation, half the time it felt forced. She kept a small friend group and that was it. Y/n was an anti-social butterfly as her friend called her. 

Y/n poked around at her food but couldn't help but feel eyes on her. She looked up to see a Gryffindor girl staring at her, only for the girl to instantly avert her stare. Y/n felt heat rush to her cheeks from being stared at. The Slytherin stared back at her food as her mind kept trailing back to the girl.

Suddenly, Y/n felt a gentle nudge. "You alright?" Amelia asked the girl. Y/n only nodded and turned her head back at her food. Amelia looked at the girl skeptically but didn't want to push and left it at that.

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Amelia and Y/n made their way to the dungeons when Amelia spoke. "I know you're always spaced out and stuff but you seemed a bit more than usual. Everything okay?" 

Y/n thought for a moment. "Yeah it's just..there was this girl who I caught staring and it just caught me off guard I guess." Amelia gave a little smirk which confused Y/n. "What?"

"I think I might know who you're talking about," Amelia replied. "And how is that?" Y/n asked curiously. "Just have a feeling it's the same girl who I've caught staring at you before" Amelia answered as she still held a small smirk.

"And who might that be?" Y/n asked, heat rushing to her cheeks. "Just some girl whom you’ve never spoken to but I have a feeling this year will be different. Considering this is the first time your clueless ass has noticed" Amelia remarked.   

Y/n rolled her eyes at the girl's last comment, "Enough playing blue's clues, I'm exhausted." The two girls entered the Slytherin common room and made their way to the dorms.

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed that first chapter! Exams are still going on but I'll try to work on a chapter whenever I can

Remember to stay hydrated folks, happy pride and good luck to anybody else who still has exams going on!

[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.”

[morganalatina21]

Teach Me

Summary: Y/n Potter is known for getting any person she ever wants, but what happens when she has to comfort the one she loves?

Hermione Granger x fem! Potter! Sly!reader

Warnings: y/n has loveable bastard energy, James and Lily alive, angsty to fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end, can lead to a part 2

Word Count: 3.1k

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"Dad! Y/n is hitting on Ginny again!" Harry shouted, stomping into his father's office, his sister right beside him with a small smile on her face.

James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"How am I supposed to ask her out like that?"

The man turned around to meet his kids, seeing Harry with red cheeks and teeth clenched and Y/n looking... well, looking like him.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Tell her to stop hitting on every possible girlfriend I have!" He said like it was obvious. "It's the third time already!"

It was true, last year every time Harry would even think about inviting a girl to some sort of date, she'd step in and kiss her first.

And now that Harry, with the help of his mother, realized how he actually wanted Ginny instead of Cho, there she was talking to her all flirty.

"Sounds like I'm doing something really good that you aren't." She waved, standing smug right beside him. "Step up your game, idiot."

"Dad!"

God, sometimes Y/n sounded awfully like James, that's something he probably would've said.

"Well, Harry, she isn't completely wrong." He started, seeing the shock look in his son's eyes and a victory smile on his daughter's face. "You have such a lack of confidence I don't know where you got from. Maybe fight for her a little more?"

The boy scoffed, leaving his father's office and slamming the door on his way out.

"Y/n we've been here before..." James said, making her roll her eyes. "Your brother really likes Ginny, can you make things a little easier for him?"

"I'm just giving him a little nudge." She shrugged. "They were under a tree outside and she was practically begging him to kiss her, seriously, how is he that dumb?"

"Don't talk like that about your brother." He asked.

"Oh come on! Neville was thinking about asking her to the ball." Y/n told. "He'll lose her, I'm just trying to help. Besides, Ginny knows what I'm doing. And Harry should know by now redheads aren't exactly my type.'

James rolled his eyes at that, she was the first born-Potter who didn't feel attracted to a ginger.

His father, Fleamont, was. He was, and Harry was following the same path when fell in love with the youngest Weasley.

"Fine, just... tone it down a little."

Yeah right.

"Get your own girlfriend!" Harry shouted to his sister, two days later.

"Why do that when I can wait for you to pick one and just show her I'm so much better." She answered, not bothering to look back to see the boy rushing down the stairs to reach her.

"You're already going to the Ball with George!" He argued. "Why would you suggest to take her?"

The girl only laughed.

Both Weasleys knew what she was up to, in fact her and Fred thought about it together.

"I'm gonna tell mom!"

"You should. Cause if you keep up like that, she'll be the only woman in your life." Y/n mocked, turning the corner to go to Transfiguration class, not caring about her brother shouting behind her.

When the Yule Ball finally came, a week later, he finally had managed the courage to ask the Weasley girl to be his date.

Harry had his sister to thank, but he would never admit it.

Ron, however, didn't seemed happy in the least. He haven't managed any date and had to invite the Patil, Hermione being taken already. But to see his younger sister in the arms of his best friend, and his older brother holding his girl best friend, it was bloody torture.

Y/n and George were stealing some treats from the table when the girl saw Hermione leaving the hall with her head low after discussing with the ginger boy.

"Go for her." The Weasley said.

"What do you mean?" She asked, turning to the table again, avoiding to look at the door.

"Oh come on, Y/n. We all know you have a crush on her since day one. Ginny accepted you flirting with her because she knew you wanted to get under Hermione's skin. Just go get your girl and stop hitting on your brother's girlfriends."

Y/n hesitated.

George was right, unfortunately. Since the start of first year, on Hogwarts Express, she'd been head over heels for that little know-it-all Gryffindor.

But even though she wanted to try something, her feelings for the idiotic Weasley boy were way too clear.

And worse, Y/n was a Slytherin, and her house didn't exactly gave her the best reputation.

Leaving the hall, she tried to be as nonchalant as possible, holding her dress a little, but her entire act fell upon seeing Hermione crying in the stairs, untying the small heels and throwing them to the side.

"Hey." She called, approaching the girl. She immediately started cleaning her tears, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, he's a jerk."

"What do you mean?" Hermione pretended to not know, watching her sitting right in front of her. "I don't care about what Ron says, I just wanted- nevermind, you wouldn't understand."

"Wanted to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you?" She completed, making the gryffindor lift her eyes. "I understand more than you think I do."

Hermione frowned her eyebrows, not getting what she meant. She was known in all Hogwarts to always get who she wanted.

"Whatever, I'm just going to my room and try to forget all of this happened."

"Hey, no! Don't be like that." She shoved her knee lightly. "Come on, don't let a stupid boy ruin your night. I know one thing that would cheer you up, let's go!"

"But-"

"Don't think too much, come!"

She pulled Hermione with her through the hallways, the girl murmuring they'd probably be expelled.

The Potter led the well known path to the statue of the witch her father taught her it was a secret passage.

"What's that?"

"Firewhiskey!" She smiled, shaking the bottle, seeing the reprehensible look in Hermione's face. "Please, one night won't hurt, and it will take your mind off that damn redhead."

Y/n didn't meant to hate on Ron Weasley, she never did. But he had a literal goddess all over him and he'd be dumb enough to not want her.

Even with that offer, the girl shake her head no, making the Potter scoff.

"Thought you weren't a coward, Granger."

"Coward?!" She took the bottle from her hands with heat, opening it and turning swallowing three big sips.

It burned her throat, making her cough and almost throw up, wiping off the excess of her lips.

"Hey, you good?"

She lifted her head, looking at her with challenging eyes. "Who's not drinking now, Potter?"

Merlin, that was hot! They both thought, Y/n's mind focusing on Hermione and her's thinking about the beverage.

"Easy, Mione." She asked, trying to get the bottle. “Don’t wanna send you to the Hospital Wing on your first time drinking.”

The girl laughed, adrenaline started to run in her veins and she was feeling bold tonight. If bold and brave girls, such as Y/n always got what they wanted, it was her time to try, no?

But her conception of bold was a tiny bit different from the Potter’s.

“We should be doing this in a dorm, someone might catch us.”

“Not you trying to put limits even when you’re being rad.” Y/n mocked, taking a shot of the whiskey. “And I think it’s the perfect time to show you this.” She said, hearing fast footsteps coming in.

Closing the passage, she hid the bottle behind the statue, not invisible enough not to get caught if someone took even one step forward and positioned her hand on her forearm.

Professor Minerva turned the corner, looking at them intrigued.

“What are you two doing here? The Ball is taking place somewhere else.”

“Yeah but it was kinda boring, Minnie.” She answered, feeling Hermione freeze by her side. “I wanted to do something else but this killjoy right here caught me.”

The girl looked at her, eyes wide in shock, she knew it would cost her house some points, but the Potter didn’t seemed to care.

“She was taking me to the dorms anyway.”

Minerva was far from dumb, she knew the Potter reputation with girls, the same as her father's, but it seemed like her and the one she loved could finally have some time together.

“That’s truthful of you to admit your mistakes, miss Potter. Fifty points from Slytherin, and I hope you know your father will hear about this. And to you, miss Granger, fifteen points for Gryffindor for acting right. Now please, get this over with, I don’t want another scandal.” And turning around, she made her way back to the Great Hall. 

“See?” The Potter asked, pulling away when Minerva was far enough and grabbing the bottle. “Don’t worry, your goody-goody reputation won’t go to hell.”

Hermione felt weird, heat from the drink and the adrenaline washing over her. Was this how power was? Feeling like you could do anything?

“Teach me.”

“Teach you... what? How to lie?”

“How to be like you.” She asked. “You’re not scared of anything, and it’s like you don’t have a care in the world. I wanna do that.”

“Well, Ms Bold For The Night, what is something you always wanted to do, but never tried for being too afraid of getting caught?”

There was so many things she could make an entire list and it would be miles long. 

A couple of things fired up inside her mind, and she found herself smiling dumbly, cheeks feeling numb and face blushing.

“Oh god, this is so scary.” She mumbled, face buried on Y/n’s back as they raised from the ground on a broom.

“Don’t chicken out now!” The girl warned, getting them higher and higher.

Hermione was already regretting her decision, her stomach twirling on itself as they flew up to the Astronomy tower, where she always wanted to be by midnight, to watch the starts and the moon.

Her hands were around Y/n’s waist, one holding the bottle of whiskey so strongly her knuckles became white.

The wind brushed against her skin and she got goosebumps, the heat of her body colliding with the cold air. The Potter was clearly laughing at how frightened Hermione looked, as if she could ever let her fall off.

“We’re almost there!” She announced, loud enough for the girl to hear, but not to someone inside the castle notice the voice. Instead of landing on the inside of the tower, she decided to stand on the roof of it, even further from the grass.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“They always check the Astronomy Tower, everyone comes here after curfew sooner or later.” She shrugged, sitting down. “Besides, it’s even better to look at the stars from here.”

The Granger looked up, seeing how close the waning moon looked, how bright it was. Before she even noticed, she also sat down really close to the girl, still looking at that big black sky.

Never, on the muggle world, could she get a sight like that.

That’s why she was so grateful for being a wizard, and she thanked the universe by learning everything there was to learn about that world.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Yes, it is.” Y/n answered, but when Hermione turned to look at her, she quickly blinked stared at the moon. “Want some? It’s better not to get cold.” 

The gryffindor felt her cheeks burning even before drinking, but she gulped down two more shots to have the courage to finally voice a question in the back of her mind.

“Why you never flirted with me?”

The Potter froze upon those words, holding the bottle tight against her palm.

“I- uh-” She gagged, blinking so many times and avoiding eye contact by closing her eyes. Fuck it, she thought. “I only flirt for fun, like they’re attractive or kinda cool or something. I won’t flirt with someone I have feelings for.”

“That doesn’t add up, you flirt with George a lot.” Hermione snapped back, taking off some pins on her hair.

“I don’t have feelings for George.” Y/n answered immediately. “He’s only my date to the Yule Ball because... well, everyone who’s interesting were taken and we didn’t wanted to spend an entire night with some fans we can’t escape or some shit.”

She turned the bottle upside down inside her mouth, swallowing so many times she lost count, her throat burning and eyes watering.

“Wait, so, who is it you have feelings for but won’t flirt with?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s you, Granger.”

Hermione blinked, feeling a little tipsy already.

“I never did because I knew from day one you liked that motherfucker Weasley, so, what’s the point?” She shrugged, facing the moon and drinking one more time, putting on her best show of not caring.

Under the moonlight, Hermione looked at her, eyes shining more than usual, her body framed perfectly by the black dress with a slit on the left side where she could peek to see a little of her thigh.

That didn’t made sense inside her mind, a girl as pretty as her? Having feelings for a know-it-all everyone made fun of?

“It doesn’t matter.” Y/n sighed, interpreting her silence as a bad signal. “Let’s just go back and-”

“You said you’d help me.” She interrupted, slurring her words. “There’s also one thing I always wanted to do, but have always been too scared of.”

“What is it? Take a swim at the Black Lake?”

“No, we can do that later.” She answered, with a smile. “I always wanted to kiss you.”

“Really?”

As soon as she nodded, Y/n’s heart race increased so fast she thought it would come out of her chest. Hermione’s face was red and with a large smile on her face as she leaned in.

There, with only the stars and the moon as witnesses, they finally kissed.

After four years of misinterpreted feelings and suppressing emotions and trying to be interested in literally anyone else, they finally came together.

Tongues burning with the drink and dresses mendling on each other, bodies close together for the warmth they gave out.

Pulling apart after a while, Y/n dropped her head in the girl’s neck, wanting to make sure she was actually there, that she wasn’t dreaming once again. The smell of her perfume made her head spin and she nuzzled closer, feeling her chuckle.

“What ya laughing at?”

“I’m just so happy.” Hermione answered, lifting her hand to caress the girl’s hair. “But we have to get back soon, it’s really cold out here.”

Y/n smiled wickedly at that, pulling her head up, and it gave Granger the chills. Not only because she looked pretty, but she also looked like she just got an idea, and it was terrifying.

And she was right.

Their ride on the broom was so much faster this time, because they just got down from the roof to the inside of the tower, leaving the object on the side and taking her hand.

They’d have to go all the way to the Gryffindor’s tower by walking, risking getting caught while at it and the only thing she said when Hermione tried to argue was “live a little.”

“Come on, where’s Ms. Bold For The Night?” She asked out loud when the girl took of her shoes and was walking in the tip of her toes, getting a “shhh” as an answer.

They started walking and it was like every corner she’d hide behind Y/n, waiting for a monster to show up, or worse, a teacher.

When they heard the loud steps from Filch, Hermione’s breath hitched on her throat, but the Potter was quick to open up a door to a random closet and pull her inside.

It was the same size as a broom closet, however mostly cleaning objects, and they could only see each other by the pale moonlight entering through the window.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Granger whispered, trying to disappear by shrinking. When Y/n told her to focus on literally anything else, her eyes darted to her again, and what she was wearing. “That really is an awesome dress.”

“You can try it on.” She suggested, a smug smile appearing on her lips. “But only if I can try yours on and you help me take it off.”

“There’s a spell for that! Let me see...” She started, pulling her wand and Y/n had to bite her lip to not laugh out loud.

“Hermione.”

“Yes?” Only then she noticed her smile and her tongue licking her lips lightly, eyebrows arched. 

The girl thanked they couldn’t see each other well, because she was blushing like hell, but she had a feeling Y/n could guess what was happening, because her flirty smile turned into a genuine chuckle. 

Hermione cleared her throat as low as possible. “Oh, would you teach me that too?”

“I’ll teach you anything you want, princess.” 

“Then yes, I’d like to try on your dress.” She dared, gulping down her fear and shyness.

Y/n pulled her even closer, one hand in her waist and the other on her cheek.

“I know Minnie said she couldn’t handle another scandalous news on Hogwarts, but I think she’ll have to get used to the fact a Slytherin and a Gryffindor are sleeping together.” Y/n told, tracing kisses down Hermione’s neck.

The girl felt like melted butter on her hands, knees shaking and ready to give up and just ler herself be mold by the Potter. 

She forced her body between the slytherin’s legs, feeling her smile mid-kiss by her sudden audacity.

“I know we can’t sleep in each other’s dorms but I wish we could.”

“Well, technically...”

A few moments later, Hermione rushed into the Gryffindor’s common room, finding Harry, Fred, George and Simas sitting there. 

“Harry, I need the cloak!” She asked, looking flustered and out of breath, the boy just indicated the stairs to the dorm with a confused look and she ran past him. “Thank you!”

“Wait, why are you wearing my sister’s dress?” He asked when she came downstairs, fabric in her hands and a small smile on her face.

“It’s the end of a Ball, you stupid thing.” Y/n answered, coming through the passage and looking at him, Hermione's dress framing her body. “The real question is, why isn’t your date wearing your clothes? Now, thank you for the cloak but I feel like we still might have to stop by some broom closets on the way to, you know, hide.”

Hermione passed the boys, her mouth hung open in a smile, she knew what that actually meant, as excited as ever, and vanished through the passage with the Potter girl right by her.

“Harry, piece of advice.” George called, standing up. “Don’t look at the map tonight.”

“Unless you wanna know how fast your sister can make Hermione cum.” Fred finished, making Harry’s chin fall.

Well, at least, now she wouldn’t be going after his girlfriend.

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Part Two

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Kinkmas Day 7-Hermione Granger(Stockings)

TW: Stockings, slight choking, eating out, fingering. (That's it I believe but if I missed any, lemme know! Also sorry this is super late, I've been last but I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:564

Sitting next to Mione at Slughorn's dinner is proving to be not as boring as I thought. My hand is on her thigh and hers is on mine. 

Listening to Slughorn’s talking is making me sleepy. My eyes slowly begin to close before I felt a squeeze on my thigh, 

I sat up abruptly and looked at Hermione. She continues to sip her drink but I stare at her with a questioning look. 

I turn back to my food only to see everyone looking at me. My cheeks turned red and I looked down.

“You know, Thank you for dinner Professor but Y/n isn’t feeling too well so I am going to take her back  to our dorm.” She said quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me from my seat. 

I say a quick thank you and follow after her. 

“What was that Mione?!” I ask her, confused. 

She drags me in the dorm and closes the door, using her want to lock the door. 

She pushes me on the bed and lifts my dress up. 

Running her hands up my thighs, she hooks her hands around my stockings, pulling them down. 

“Hermione. What are you-ggg” I start to say before she shoves my stocking in my mouth.

“You keep those there darling, I wanna eat you in peace.” She says before leaning forward and giving my pussy a quick kiss. 

My eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed and she begins to suck. Swirling her tongue over my clit. 

My hands go to her hair and pull slightly. She pushed her head in more, shaking it side to side slightly, her nose nudging my clit every so often. 

I move up, slightly choking on the stockings. I take them out of my mouth and throw them on the floor next to us to be dealt with later. 

“O-Oh Merlin!” I mutter. I feel her chuckle against me before I feel a finger prod my hole. 

“Mione!” I said, as she put her middle finger in me, slowly thrusting as she continued to suck. I feel my orgasm build quickly. My legs start to shake and next thing I know, My legs clamp around her head and I'm cumming all over her face. 

Pulling her finger out, she grabs my legs, pulling them apart and continues to lick my pussy, letting me come down from what just happened. 

When she sits up, she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth and she smiles. 

“Thanks for that lovely. I really needed it after seeing you in that dress all night and not being able to do anything.” She said leaning over me. 

I get up onto my elbows, still breathing heavily and smile sleepily.

“You’re welcome baby. But that turn of events made me tired so can we please sleep?’ I ask her and she gets up and heads to my dresser. 

“Yes, let's change into our pajamas and then we can go to sleep” She said walking back over with my Pj’s in her hand. 

We quickly change and then get under the covers. I lean my head on her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair. 

“I love you my sweet girl.” She mutters quietly. I hmm back, too tired to speak, but she knows I heard and she knows I love her back. 

[robynlilyblack]

hey robyn!! how are u doing?

can you do Hermione x fem!reader when they have a baby? adopted or not, you decide... and reader being wolfstar daughter please

Oh dear merlin we’ve made another one

wife! hermione granger x mom! reader (feat wolfstar dads/grandads)

Summary: Hermione comes home to find her daughter, wife and father-in-laws have had a good day

Warnings: established relationship, wolfstar parents/grandparents

A/n: 0.7k words, hi! I'm good how are you? Their daughter is a toddler/small child rather than a baby I hope thats okay ♡

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Hermione dropped the keys in the small bowl by the door, smiling as she can hear the giggles of her daughter bouncing around the walls. Hanging up her coat and scarf she walks down the hall only to be greeted by your father, Remus, putting his finger to his lips as he hithers for her to follow him quietly

She does as her old professor, now father in law says, creeping slowly towards the door of the living room to see her daughter clapping and giggling at the large black dog sitting with a robin on its snout. She glances up at Remus to see him smiling wide, then back to the scene, watching as your animagus hops over onto your daughter extended hand eruptupting in more happy squeals while the dog lays down next to her, head on her lap and looking delighted at the ear scratches he receives with her free hand

“How long have they been entertaining her like that?” she whispers toward Remus

He chuckles “Well we showed up around 11 so 6/7 hours? Though they did nap together around 2 then eat the soup I gave them before continuing on” he informs her “Not mad are ya?” he checks before joking “He’s had his shots” 

She giggles at that “No not at all, especially not when it makes my little pumpkin so happy” she says the last part a little louder gaining yours, Sirius’ and your daughters attention

“Mummy!” she squeals, bouncing on her bum and getting all excited “I’m like the book!” she shines holding you up proudly on her finger

“What book pumpkin?” Hermione walks deeper into the room, kneeling down in front of her while Sirius doesn’t shift back he does walk over to the couch and jump up on it, laying his head on Remus’ lap now he’s taken a seat

“One with the emotional dwarfs” she answers earning laughs from Remus and Hermione, as well as a snuff and tweet they assume are also laughs from you and Sirius

“Snow White, pumpkin?” she leans in and kisses her nose, falling onto her side as she looks down at her daughter, heart feeling whole again now she’s in your presence 

Speaking of you, you fly up and land on her shoulder “Hi sweets” she whispers and you muzzle yourself into her cheek to say hi back

“Yeah! Grampa Moons said the muggles made a movie about it” your daughter says with a cheesy grin, a grin everyone knew meant you were all watching it tonight 

“Did he now?” Hermione turns back to the man who just shrugs with a wink “Well I don’t know about that you’ll have to ask your cooler mum” Hermione looks towards you, still perched on her shoulder

You hop off and onto floor in front of your wife and daughter, shifting back with a knowing smile at the former

“Can we mum?! Pretty please with cherries on top!” 

You melt at her little pout and bright eyes, and despite it being impossible, much like yourself she somehow inherited yours and your fathers puppy eyes

“Since you asked so nicely” you bend down and run your nose against her little one making her giggle and bounce with the sweetest little grin “Dad?” you turn to Remus, smiling as you your other father has now completely taken over his lap in his dog for 

“There’s a video shop down the road where we can rent the tape” he answers the question without needing to know “You want to come with us to get it? Leave your mums to get the snacks ready?” he then turns to your daughter

You and Hermione smile as she quickly gets to her feet “Can we take Grampa Pads too!” She asks and that’s what makes your father jump down from the couch and shift back

“What did we discuss little one?” he eyes her with a smirk, pointing a little as he kneels in front of her

“Not to call you a Grandpa because you’re too gorgeous and youthful to be one”

“Ugh” Remus scoffs “Hello” he waved at them while you and Hermione find each others sides, your head falling into her shoulder as you giggle

“Hi” they both wave back in unison, and both wear wicked grins

“Oh dear merlin we’ve made another one” Remus looks towards you and Hermione before pressing his hand to his face and sniggering

Thank you for reading ♡

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Hermione x reader - forever together

Hermione x (platonic) reader who had a rough upbringing, and hermione befriending the reader and being like an older sister to the reader and protective of them? - Anon 💜

Hermione noticed you from the moment you all started Hogwarts, from the way you said nothing as the sorting hat talked to you but you said nothing in return, to the way you said nothing as you were put in Gryffindor and you just walked straight to the dorms.

You had steady grades, did whatever you needed to and talked to no one.

As the second year came around, she was determined to talk to you.

Hermione went to the one place she knew you would be, the library.

It was quiet, not a lot of other students went there unless they had too, and you were left alone by the teachers.

Hermione took a while to find out, but as she made her way into the furtherest corner of the book sanctuary and that’s when she found you.

You were sitting at one of the tables, back against the wall as you flicked through some random books.

“Can I have a seat?” She asked softly.

You didn’t bother to look as you nodded and she frowned a little.

“I’m Hermione. Hermione Granger.”

You looked up this time.

“(Y/N)…” you mumbled out.

“It’s nice to meet you, what are you reading?”

You simply flipped the over around so you could show her and then went back to reading.

Hermione kept trying to talk to you but you only nodded or shook your head, you hardly spoke a word to her and that’s something she noticed through the next few weeks.

A couple of months passed and Hermione had managed to grow a little closer to you, but that was it.

She was getting ready to go home for summer when she noticed you didn’t have any bags packed, you were simply sat on the stairs watching everyone leave.

“Are you not going home?” She asked.

You looked up at her and shook your head.

Hermione grabbed her suitcase and set it on the steps and sat next to you.

“Don’t you miss your family?” She asked softly.

You scoffed a little.

“I’d much rather stay here.”

She frowned.

“Do you want to come to mine?”

You looked at her and shook your head.

“No thank you, I don’t want to be a bother.”

Hermione smiled at you and gently nudged you with her shoulder.

“Come on, you won’t be a bother. My mum and dad won’t mind at all, actually they’d be pretty happy I think.”

You turned away from her and felt someone standing behind you, so you titled your head back to find Dumbledore standing there.

“Why not go? We have some renovations to do around the school it would be safer not to be here.”

You simply sighed but you nodded your head, agreeing to go with her.

“Great! Do you need help packing?”

You shook your head and gestured to your bag next to you.

“That’s everything?”

“Everything I own.” You shrugged.

Hermione frowned.

“Really?”

You nodded.

“I’m sure I’ve got some things that could fit you.”

You sat with her and her friends on the train, but you didn’t take part in the conversations they were having.

But just like Hermione said, her parents were excited to see her and they were more than happy for you to stay with them for the summer.

You realised that she lived closer to you than you realised, only a couple of streets away so how you had never run into her was beyond you. But you never told her.

“Hey do you want to go shopping?” Hermione asked.

“No money.” You replied.

She laughed a little and held up a bank card.

“My parents said they’d pay for whatever you needed. So, want to go?”

You looked up at her.

“I… I’ve never really been…” you mumbled.

Smiling softly, Hermione sat on her bed and grabbed a pen and a notebook.

“Just write down whatever it is you want.”

You wrote a small list, just clothes, that was it.

“You don’t want anything else?”

“I don’t need anything else? Just a new change of clothes.”

Hermione frowned even more.

She couldn’t help but the sadness that built up inside of her at that sentence. You generally seemed so confused and so honest about that was all you needed.

She wondered what your home life was like.

She wanted to ask but she chose not to, instead she scribbled a few more things on the paper and you both went shopping.

It was a long day of shopping and when you both returned to her home you had a lot of bags.

She helped you put everything away and handed you the books she got for you.

“For me?”

“Of course they are, I noticed you like reading.”

You cracked a tiny smile.

“Thank you…”

Hermione spent the whole summer doing things you hadn’t done before or weren’t allowed to do, she learned more about you bit by bit.

She vowed during that summer she was always going to look after you and show you the best in life and she did.

When you all returned to school she was right next to you, she took you to Hogsmead, let you show her your favourite hiding spots.

Hermione became your sister, you went to hers every holiday, her parents took you in as their own.

You started to smile a bit more and open a bit more and you two became practically inseparable

[foolishpensandidioticink]

Harry Potter Characters + Love Languages

I recently saw a theory which posited that we receive affection in the form we lacked during childhood and that we express love the way we received it. It made a lot of sense to me and I thought it would be cool to do something with it. I recently saw a theory which posited that we receive affection in the form we lacked during childhood and that we express love the way we received it. It made a lot of sense to me and I thought it would be cool to do something with it.

Part II

Fred Weasley

Expressing

Quality Time

The Weasleys spend a lot of time together. Like, a lot. In fact, Fred sometimes thinks it's too much!

Because of this, though, he wants to be around you as much as possible.

Very clingy. He's the type to hug you and not let go for the next fifteen minutes, and an innocent kiss on the cheek from you can turn into an hours-long makeout session. If you're stupid enough to cuddle him you will not emerge until the next day, if then. He will literally wrap himself around you to prevent any chance of escape.

He will force you to attend his quidditch practices, and he will force you to wear one of his Gryffindor sweaters.

Shows off ridiculously whenever you attend a practice.

After practice, Fred swoops down on his broom to where you're sitting in the stands. "How's it going, gorgeous? Your champion has returned," he grins. You smile playfully at him. "Champion? It looked to me like George was doing most of the work." Fred gasps with indignation. "Your accusations wound me!" "Forgive me, Freddie," you say sarcastically, "Whatever can I do to make it up with you?" "Come for a ride with me. We can be like on of those old witches and her cat. You can be the cat," he adds. You roll your eyes. "Fine, but if you drop me I'm telling your mum.

Receiving

Words of Affirmation

As we know, Molly and the twins have had a *complicated* relationship.

She compares them to their siblings quite a lot, and I see that becoming a problem for them.

In Fred it manifests as excessive bravado covering low self esteem and/or insecurity about his intelligence.

This is why I think he melts a little when you praise him.

He'll put on a smug face but inside he kinda wants to cry.

It doesn't even have to be a lot, one day you nonchalantly go, 'Nice work, Fred. You get it right every time.' and he fucking passes away.

"You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for." Fred stills over his latest gimmick. "What?" "Feels like you don't appreciate yourself enough sometimes," you reply, not even looking up from your book. "You're so creative, and I think it's cool." He swallows hard, and it takes him a moment to come up with a suitably cavalier response. "You're right. I should have a bigger ego."

Hermione Granger Expressing

Acts of Service

We don't really get to learn much about Hermione's childhood, so we can't draw conclusions there. However, we can look at the way she treats her friends for clues.

She does Ron and Harry's homework a lot, and she makes Ron a schedule without any reason to, other than affection. She also spends hours in the library researching things in order to help Harry.

I like to think that Hermione would find out your specific learning style and then meticulously craft a study schedule suited to your precise needs.

Constantly checks up on you. Have you had something to eat? Have you drank water today? Are you warm enough? A little overbearing, but in the best way possible.

"Hermione, I'm fine," you grumble. "There's no need to be worried." "I'm not," she protests, face heating up. "I'm sorry if I'm irritating you, I just want to make sure your cold doesn't get worse." "It won't even have the opportunity," you assure her. "Not with you taking such good care of me. I appreciate it, truly I do." "Best start acting like it," she sniffs, turning away huffily. But you can tell, behind that cloud of golden-brown hair, she's smiling.

Receiving

Words of Affirmation

This one seems kind of obvious, right?

For the first three books, Hermione is described as plain and a bit of a pain. She also has a mildly abrasive manner which I think causes most people to feel ill at ease around her.

To summarize, I don't think Hermione receives many compliments, at least not from her peers.

So if you were to praise her, she would be putty in your hands.

She reacts in a very salient manner, stumbling over her words, false and performative annoyance, refusing to make eye contact, fidgeting.

"Ah, here she comes, the brightest witch of her age," You exclaim as Hermione comes down the stairs towards you. "Miss Granger, sorceress supreme, enchantress eximius, tell me, how does it feel to be near divine?" "I-that's not-no-I-Oh, you," she sputters finally. You give her a shit-eating grin. "There's another thing I love about you: your ability to form coherent sentences." "Oh, shut it," Hermione says, taking your arm. "All this sweet talk and not even a shred of intelligence." "Not a one," you reply. "I leave it all to my gorgeous genius of a girlfriend." With satisfaction, you watch her come undone again.

Draco Malfoy

Expressing

Giving Gifts

Another very obvious one.

The Malfoys are rich and, in rich people fashion, probably spoil Draco horrendously. As we see in CoS, they buy him anything his small ferrety heart desires.

Expensive gifts. I'm talking silk house scarves, jewelry encrusted with precious stones, miniature replicas of your favorite animals done entirely in diamond.

He will constantly try to give you money. Like all. The. Time.

You can try to get him to stop but he'll just ''anonymously'' leave money around. You have no idea how he even gets it into your dormitory, but there's always a random stack of coins somewhere on your property.

He'll deny it too, but he's a terrible liar. He somehow still thinks he's slick.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Why on earth would I want to give my money to an ungrateful brat like you?" "Excellent question," you say. "Why are you giving money to an ungrateful brat like me? And how did you even get into my dorm?" He rolls his eyes. "What makes you think it's me?" "Because you're always trying to give me cash or something expensive? Because you want to do nice things for me? Because you're a big old softy?" you suggest. Draco colors violently. "I am NOT a softy, and I resent you for suggesting such a thing." "Who would have guessed it? Draco Malfoy is nothing but a teddy bear," you crow. "Shut up," he hisses. "To think I was about to buy you another suit." "Oh, Draco," you exclaim. He looks at you expectantly. "How very soft of you."

Receiving

Physical Touch

I know, I know. It sounds crazy, but that's exactly why it works so well.

I mean, think about it. Draco's constantly surrounded by adorers like Pansy Parkinson, and I'm sure people are constantly sucking up to him in to get on the good side of his father's money, so words of affirmation would likely have little effect on him.

He's used to getting gifts and likely thinks of it as a given. The same goes for acts of service.

He clearly has a close relationship with his mother, meaning that he didn't really lack for quality time growing up.

So, by process of elimination, physical touch!

He'll fake irritation when you try to hold his hand or hug him, but Merlin forbid you try to let go of him, because all hell will break loose if you do.

Melodramatic ass bitch.

"If you want to break up with me just say so." You glance at him, startled. "What?" "Just break up with me already," he says sourly. "I'm obviously not enough for you anymore." "Draco Malfoy, what in Merlin's name are you on about?" you ask in consternation. "You threw my hand out of yours ten minutes ago, and you haven't tried to put your arms around me at all," Draco responds haughtily. "If you won't perform your stupid acts of affection anymore, you may as well admit you're tired of me." Your mouth opens and closes in shock, and then you burst out laughing. Draco flushes angrily. "What's so funny?" You shake your head. "Nothing, nothing. I'm sorry, Draco, come here."

[kidney9-9]

Back Rubs - Hermione x Reader

TerraXAqua asked: How about a oneshot of Hermione demanding a foot rub maybe because she likes being barefoot in general, but then being totally overwhelmed by how good the reader is at it? xD I think it would be hilarious to read about her trying to hold back her reactions and being embarassed about it. :) Hope the idea is not too silly!

Hi there! I don't feel comfortable writing about feet but I will write this with a back rub instead! Thank you for asking and I hope you enjoy!

Hermione Granger x Reader [Fluff] Warnings: Pain, use of spells and potions for pain Word Count: 1.2k

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Hermione was exhausted and she could not get any rest because of how bad her back felt. She spent the entire week hunched over, studying for exams, and reading over some books in the library. She felt like an old lady, unable to stand up straight without groaning loudly about the pain.

She needed your hands now.

You were the greatest at back rubs or back massages. You seemed to know exactly where the pain was, how to rub it out and how to smooth your hands into letting the pain go. You were the only one out of everyone at Hogwarts who knew how to do this. She’s tried spells as well – random ones she’d find in the library about back pain, and they all just made it worse.

She had terrible knots of muscle pulled together and separate strands of muscle pulled apart in these terrible flairs of pain whenever she tried to stand up straight or stretch.

She found you when everyone was eating dinner, and as loudly and dramatically as she could (because she truly felt like she needed this), she begged you, “Please, please, pretty please, will you rub my back for me?” When you didn’t answer, she said it again.

“Rub my back! It hurts so much, please! You must do this! I cannot stand this pain any longer!” She shouted this time, and everyone went silent in the hall, and turned to stare at her. The only reason you didn’t answer her the first time was because there was food in your mouth.

This time, you stared at her as your jaw dropped. Silently you stood up and glared at everyone who was staring at her, “Mind your business!” You finally snapped at the onlookers. They instantly went back to their food and chatted, not wanting to mess with you.

“Hermione, are you okay?” Your voice lowered several decibels and took on a concerned tone. You moved your legs, so you stood up next to her, instead of on the table, and wrapped an arm around her. She collapsed into your figure, a relieved sigh flying out of her mouth.

“It hurts s’ bad, help me.” She moaned, limping with you as you guided her out of the hall.

“Should we go back to your dorm?” Your question made her groan loudly and shake her head. She couldn’t walk that far, it hurt too much. She moved closer to you, her arm wrapped under yours, on your back.

“How about the gardens, then? We can lay on the grass, it’ll be comfortable with the nice breeze.” You whispered down to her ear. She nodded tiredly against you.

You guided her to the gardens, carefully and slowly taking some small steps so her back didn’t hurt anymore. Hermione’s breathing came out in small pants, and it worried you deeply, she sounded like she was in way too much pain.

“Did something else happen?” You asked her softly, gazing down at her. Her hair was sticking to her face because of the sweat and there was a light sheen on the rest of her exposed skin.

“I tried…some spells to relieve the pain…and took one of the potions from the infirmary…” Hermione admitted, her face dancing in guilt and pain. You held back your surprised gasp and instead nodded in understanding.

“Okay, I’ll help you as much as I can, but that was dangerous, Hermione, do you know what spells and potion you tried?” You spoke as quietly as you could as you started to help her lay down on the grass. She hesitated as she tried to pull her jacket off, then stopped as a spark of pain radiated down her back, hurting her more.

“The spells – I know why they didn’t work now, it wasn’t for back pain. It was for past pain – emotional pain from the past. The potion was Essence of Dittany. I don’t understand why it’s not working. It hurts too much, you’re the only person who can help me now.” Hermione wheezed.

You winced as if you could feel the pain, “Dittany only helps shallow and surface level wounds. It makes blood rush up to the surface, but if there isn’t any surface wound, the blood builds up and circulates around the body until it finds the wound. It usually wears off after a few hours. That explains why it hurts so much, it’s sensitive to touch too, huh?”

She gasped as she started to realize her mistake and then smacked herself with her hand to her head, “I’m such a dummy.”

“No, Hermione, anyone would have done that if they were in your position.” You explained, shrugging to her sympathetically. You helped pull her jacket off slowly and pausing when she’d flinch or moan from the pain.

You helped her lay down afterwards, so she’d lay on her stomach. You repositioned yourself to where you could start massaging her gently and you set your hands on her shoulders, starting there. You let her breathe in and out before you asked, “Are you ready?”

She tried nodding, but then stopped herself, feeling a stroke of pain again. “Yes, please, I’m ready.”

You began.

Very gently, you smoothed your hands and fingers over her shoulders at the same time. With your index finger and middle finger, you slipped over her shoulders and edged close to her neck, and with your thumbs, you rolled them over in circles on the skin. With the two other fingers on each hand, you rubbed deeply into her shoulders. Instantly, she groaned loudly, “Ohhh, right there, it hurts so good.” You didn’t stop your movements, but this time your hands dipped down.

You rubbed down to her middle back, massaging certain muscle areas where you felt the knots and ridges. You went over them softly and then with more strength, and over again with as much strength to really rub out the pain that was stuck there.

You made your way down to her lower back, noticing the bump on the sciatica, and rubbing it gently to try to get it out. Hermione had been vocal, but her voice was tuned out by the small peaceful breeze and the grass that muffled the sound.

“It’s feeling better now, just a little bit.” She hummed out, a small whimper following, “Awe, my back… it’s so good now.”

She sounded so thankful about it that you chuckled quietly.

“Hermione, you ought to get back massages more often, maybe by a professional.” You voiced up and she instantly groaned in objection.

“No, never. Only you could do it. You know how to give the best back massages. Thank you so much.” When she said this, you were finally done, having rubbed her back down quite a few times in different pressures.

You laughed softly, “Okay, Hermione. You’re welcome.”

You two stayed there for a few hours, just resting, and talking in low voices. She forgot all the worries in the world she had when she was with you, and you did too. The two of you finally felt like you two were normal and that this world wasn’t so messed up, as long as you had each other.

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Dancing In Pyjamas

Summary: Y/N and Hermione have been friends ever since they met in first year. But with a tournament involving death, romance and anger, could it turn into something more? Or will their insecurities and misunderstandings be the downfall of what could be the greatest romance story of the century?

Pairings: Hermione Granger x Jock!Fem!Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (platonic), Ronald Weasley x Reader (platonic, little bit of fighting).

Warnings: Studies, slight misogyny (from Ron), tooth-rotting fluff at the end.

A/N: This is my first time writing Hermione! I’m pretty sure she was my gay awakening...

Part 2

*not my gif*

You sat next to Hermione as the practice assignment was held in the hall. Ron was on her left, and Harry on his, whilst you had plenty of space on your right. Your quill scratched on the paper in the back of your book, multiple other dress designs scratched out whilst your final cutout of a feminine outline laid waste to your ideas.

You smirked as Ron got his head shoved back towards his paper by Snape, a caution as he talked to Harry. You weren’t really listening to what the boys said, but Hermione’s words were enough to draw out your attention.

“It might interest you to know that Neville’s already got someone.” She sneered at the boys.

Ron scoffed. “Now I’m really depressed.”

“Oh, please. You wouldn’t know depression unless it hit you in the face like a Bludger.” You smirked, observing Harry’s grin and Hermione’s eye roll.

You watched the twins opposite you hand you a note, gesturing to Ron before you handed it to him. He read it and Fred looked at you, an eyebrow raising whilst you nodded to the side.

He threw a crumpled ball of paper at the girl a few metres away, but you saw the winning grin of the older Weasley and knew he’d pissed off Ron.

“Oy Hermione… you’re a girl…”

“Well-spotted.” She retorted.

“You’re dead, Weasley.” You quietly chuckled under your breath.

You ducked just as Snape swiped his hand at Ron’s head, glaring at the four of you whilst he hit Harry’s head too. 

“Well, it’s one thing for a bloke to show up alone… but for a girl, it’s just sad.”

If knives could have come out of eyes, Hermione would be guilty of first-degree manslaughter with at least 58 stabs. “I won’t be going alone because believe it or not, somebody’s already asked me.” She hissed, getting up and handing her book to Professor Snape.

She came back and you gave her a sympathetic look, but she slightly ignored you. “And I said yes.” She snapped at Ron, leaving the hall.

You watched her go, empathy filling your chest as you glared at Ron. He simply stared at you, almost waitingly. “Well? Who are you going with?” He asked.

“Definitely not you.” You chuckled angrily, giving your book to Snape too and he was impressed at your already dried calculations. 

As you walked past Ron and Harry, you clapped the Weasley over the head; but with you being the Gryffindor Beater, that was a pretty hard smack.

You eventually found Hermione in the Gryffindor common room, heading up the stairs towards your shared room. “Granger, wait up!”

She sharply turned on the stairs and looked at you harshly, but you saw right through her. Tears brimmed in the corners of her calming brown eyes, reddening the whites around them before she stormed up the rest of the stairs.

You walked up slowly, knowing she had nowhere to go, and leaned against the stone wall as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Granger…” You sighed, walking up to her as you stripped off your robe.

“What, Y/N?” She hissed, still angry but you knew it wasn’t directed at you.

“Come on, let it out.” You pulled her up onto her feet, opening your arms up to her.

She hugged you tightly, a crack coming from your back even, and you simply enveloped her in your warmth. You held a large height advantage on her, as well as your bulked-up Beater-trained body that allowed her to hold you just how she wanted.

You and Hermione have been friends since first year. Whilst Ron and Harry would be mischievous together and be boys, Hermione would be left alone. She’d often find herself wandering the grounds of Hogwarts, eventually finding you in your oversized Quidditch uniform as you observed the training program. You were a scrawny little thing, only eleven years old, but you were determined. She’d watched you get absolutely beaten up by the Bludgers, many bruises already forming, but what sealed your friendship was simple:

A Bludger had been hurtling towards her face, surely going to knock her out, and you beat it away with your bat. You’d asked her if she was okay, and she thought that she should have been asking you that question. Laughs and giggles were shared before she offered to take you to Madam Pomfrey, who she’d noted down as she memorised the grounds. 

Four long years you’ve been at each other’s sides, and yet here you were, unable to tell her how you feel. 

“You okay?” You muttered, hand on the back of her head as it was tucked underneath your chin.

“I’m better.” She replied, liking the fact that you were warm.

“Good.” You sighed calmly, putting her back on the bed.

“Now, wanna tell me who’s taking you to the Yule Ball?”

“Only if you promise not to tell anyone else.” She pointed a finger at you, which just made you chuckle as you brushed away a loose tear on her cheek.

“Of course. I promise.”

“Viktor Krum.” She stated.

You held back your sigh of defeat. Of course he would have asked her, and of course she would have said yes. The two were so opposite, yet it worked - a big hunk of meat paired with a nerdy, intelligent, beautiful, astonishing, stubborn, childish, witty…

Yeah, that didn’t work.

“Okay.” You replied instead, kissing her temple as you stood upright.

“I’m going to go to Quidditch practice.” 

“Y/N, Quidditch isn’t on this year, remember?” She chided playfully.

You rolled your eyes gently, giving her a calming smirk. “And who says I can’t train?” 

Her tears were now gone, her heart was warm, and a smile was on her cheeks. “Bye, Y/N.”

Your job as her friend was done for now.

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You now stood with the other Gryffindors as Professor McGonagall explained the Yule Ball Dance, your legs annoyingly tucked together at the knee as you sat next to Hermione. You scowled at Ron as he made a comment about the girl standing behind you, hoping that she didn’t hear what he said.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasley…” McGonagall grabbed him and led him to the middle of the room, making you grin devilishly as you flipped him off. 

He was about to do it back, but McGonagall corrected him to put his hand on her waist. The music started via Filch, the traditional waltz making its way into your brain and forcing you to tap your foot along to it. 

You stood up as McGonagall inquired, counting the boys and girls and realising you were outnumbered. You quickly grabbed Hermione and whipped her into your arms, your hand on her waist and the other in her grasp.

“What are you doing?!” She shouted softly with no malicious intent.

“I’m saving you from dancing with someone like Dean or Seamus.” You replied just louder than the music.

You easily led Hermione throughout the dance, twirling her effortlessly before bringing her back into your touch. Your heart was thumping out of your chest and you were glad her head wasn’t resting against you, in fear that she would hear it race.

The laughter and giggles that came from her made your cheeks start hurting from smiling so much, inside jokes and sometimes even stomach-holding cackles made you stop dancing if but for a moment. Hermione eventually smirked at you as she swirled back into you, causing you to question her.

“Oh, it’s nothing… I just didn’t think someone like you knew how to dance to a waltz.” 

“Someone like me?” You questioned.

“Y/N, come on! You seriously can’t expect me to know that you know how to dance?” She chuckled, making you grin as you realised she was teasing you.

“For your information, I tend to watch things from time to time.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, totally.” 

You danced a bit more before McGonagall ushered you all out, your eyes darting to Neville as he spoke with Ginny, smiles on both of their faces. 

“So what are you wearing to the Ball, Y/N? And you still haven’t told me who you’re going with!” Hermione snapped you out of your thoughts with a light slap on your shoulder.

“I’m not telling you, and… I’m not telling you.” You answered with a beaming grin that contrasted her dropped jaw.

“Come on! I told you! And you’ve seen my dress!” She whined, attempting to drag you down by putting some more weight on your arm.

Yet, your step didn’t falter.

“Alright, alright, I’ll entertain you. What do you think I’m wearing, Granger?” You asked as you stepped onto the moving staircase.

She thought hard for a moment; you knew because of the furrow of her eyebrows. “Something dark.”

You nodded. “Well, yes.”

“And something to cover most of you but still leave a few things to the imagination.” She continued. 

You didn’t answer her, choosing to let her keep going.

“And…” She dragged it out, huffing in annoyance. “I don’t know! Just give me one detail!”

“Just one?” You asked for clarification.

“Just one.” She nodded.

“Alright… It’s not red.” 

She was so tempted to shove you over the side of the stairs, but as they connected you to the Fat Lady painting, she just pushed you forwards. “You’re such an ass.”

“I know, right?” You clenched your butt and she let out a true snorting laugh.

You grabbed her by the forearm. “Come on, let’s get ready for dinner before you wet yourself.” 

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The day of the Yule Ball had come quickly, surprising you all. You sat with Hermione as she changed behind you, your eyes flitting around the room to see anything but the blurred reflection of her naked back.

You could no longer deny your feelings. You wanted to show her your love, to caress every inch of her skin and tell her how beautiful she was. She could hardly see it sometimes, but her call to you to come and help her in front of the mirror was no help at all.

“Can you zip me up please?” She asked sweetly and you nodded, doing so.

You looked back up at the mirror as she let her curls fall back down into place, her hands moving towards the straightener. You quickly put your hand on top, using minimal pressure to guide it back onto the table.

“Y/N, I can’t go out with my curls in this state.” She huffed at you, but you simply ran your fingers through the underside of her scalp.

“Get some bobby pins and some hair ties for me, okay?” You asked her.

She looked you over, still in your sweaty Quidditch uniform, and sighed. She grabbed the necessary items from behind the mirror and watched you shyly as you worked on her hair. Her scalp thanked her for letting you do this, the sensation of your fingers calming her like nothing before.

Then, just like that, you were done. She opened her eyes fully and gasped at what you had done, spinning around to hug you tightly.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

“It’s nothing, Granger.” You smirked, ushering her out of the bathroom so you could get ready.

----

Hermione stood at the top of the stairs, anxiously awaiting your arrival. You promised her you wouldn’t let her go in alone, even if she wouldn’t be because Viktor would be at her side. After a few more minutes, she took one more glance up at the staircase behind her and sighed defeatedly, making her way down to Viktor.

He stood upright and bowed his head as she met him at the bottom of the stairs, taking his arm as he led her into line. As they walked down through to the main dance floor, she looked everywhere for you, hoping to see what you’d done with yourself.

And there, in the corner by the professors, was you.

She wasn’t alone.

But by the wizarding world, you were stunning.

A dark blue gown hid your legs and shoes, whilst dark blue sleeves did the same for your arms. However, she was starstruck at the impeccable design of an ombré over layer, starting the same dark blue at the shoulders and hips before billowing out into white, with little jewels sewn perfectly on to reflect the light above. Similarly for your eyes, dark blue eyeshadow started just above your mascara-painted eyelashes before gliding into a pristine white. Your hair was tied up in a bun, tight enough to hold it still, all whilst you gave her a kind smirk.

‘You look beautiful.’ She mouthed and you nodded to her in thanks.

‘So do you.’ 

She blushed slightly before the music began and Viktor guided her around the dance floor, letting her dress fill out with air as she spun. Yet, it felt… off. He was strong when he guided her jump, but he was also stiff. His lips were in a smile, but his eyes were somewhere else. His form was correct, but it felt practised.

She didn’t know it, but it wasn’t… you.

She watched you for some of the night, not dancing on the floor with the others all bunched up against you. You were quiet in the corner, just observing and having a bit of food here and there, a drink or two as well. However, noticing Ron and Harry at the other side of your table drew her eyes away from you for a while, which wasn’t quite a nice sensation in your chest.

Yet, watching her dance freely and being herself was more of a reward than doing anything else, even if she was dancing with Viktor. 

Eventually, they came out of the mosh pit, all sweaty and puffing. Viktor pulled her towards the doorway, but she stopped him as she glanced at your table, to which he kissed her hand and told her to meet him at their destination when she was ready. 

And that adorable little spin, accompanied by a smile on her face, made you grin at her. You moved over to the trio, showing Padma and Parvati Patil some very handsome and available Durmstrang boys that were eyeing them. 

Hermione sat down next to Harry, her smile now closed. “Hot, isn’t it?” 

“Granger.” You called her attention from behind the boys, sliding over a glass of water to her.

“Thanks, Y/N.” She gulped it down and you smirked, knowing that your Hermione was slowly seeping through the cracks of this beautiful one.

“Viktor’s gone to go and get drinks. Would you three care to join us?” 

“Sure-”

“No, we’d not care to join you and Viktor.” Ron interrupted you, making Hermione’s face fall flat.

“What’s got your wand in a knot?” She shot at him.

“He’s a Durmstrang. You’re fraternising with the enemy.” He shot back.

“The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph?” Hermione scoffed.

“Ron, come on. The whole point of the tournament is to make friends with people from other schools.” You nudged him, but he shoved you back harshly to the point that you almost fell out of your chair.

“I think he’s got a bit more than friendship on his mind.” The Weasley growled.

“Are you drunk or some shit?” You growled back at him as Hermione stood up and walked away.

“What?” He asked.

“You just hurt her feelings! She’s been trying to have a nice night, making friends and dancing with her date, and you’ve just killed her mood!” You snapped, tempted to smack him hard this time. 

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

You were just about to lose it before Ron stood and moved away, your anger diffusing as you focused on the music whilst sitting next to Harry.

“You look beautiful.” He commented on your dress.

“Thank you - I made it myself.” You patted it down, smiling at him.

Eventually, you made your way to the coat hangers. Ron was grabbing his coat too, coincidentally next to yours and Hermione’s. Once he grabbed it, the beautiful blonde genius walked up next to him, leaving you to trail back and observe.

You never wanted Hermione to feel like you were trying to fight her battles for her. 

“He’s using you, you know.” Ron started.

“How dare you?! Besides, I can take care of myself.” Hermione shot back.

“I doubt it. He’s way too old.” 

“What?! That’s what you think?” 

“Yeah, that’s what I think.” He said as they exited the mystical snow above them into the regular, unenchanted stone walls.

You could hear Hermione’s voice breaking. “You know the solution then, don’t you?” 

“Go on.” Ron egged her on.

“Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort.” She scowled.

You stood at the doorway with your jacket folded over your hands, leaning against the wall as you watched Ron try to stammer his way out of his grave. “Well, I-I mean, that’s just- uh… that’s just completely off the point.” 

Harry appeared out of nowhere and you watched as Hermione fell off of the edge, her tears starting to come through harshly at Ron’s last comment. “They get scarier as they get older.” 

“Ron, you spoiled everything!” Hermione started to run towards him but he was already at the top of the stairs, too far for her to go in her heels.

Instead, she sat on the staircase - alone, with tears pouring down her cheeks and obscuring her vision as you settled into it. “Easy, Hermione. That stupid Weasley doesn’t know what he just lost.” 

She felt your thumbs trace over her eyes, sweeping away every tear in either eye to see you more clearly. Your hair was out, albeit swept to one side, and you were adjusting your coat onto her shoulders. “There you go. Easy breaths, in and out. Remember?”

She remembered the vividness of one time where a Bludger had hit you straight into the ribs, winding you to the point of having you land up in Madam Pomfrey’s once more. The blonde witch taught you how to control your breathing, how to calm yourself whenever in a panic, and she remembered the feelings they gave her when you thanked her with a warm hug.

You gently took off her shoes and replaced them with yours, sneakers that nobody had seen because of your long dress. You helped her up the stairs, her shoes in one hand and her waist in the other, and gently took her back to her room.

You scowled at the two boys now residing in the common room, a growing thought on your mind to whip Ron into shape before Hermione held your dress tightly within her fist, shaking her head that leaned on your shoulder. You stopped moving towards him and held her once more, leading her up the stairs. 

You helped her out of her dress, hanging it neatly in the corner whilst sifting through her drawers for clothes that was a futile effort. “I’m just gonna give you some of my clothes, okay?” You told her, to which she nodded.

You dressed her in your shirts and sweats before guiding her to her bed, her eyes momentarily observing the muscles in your back move as you changed. She wanted to do something with them - feel them move beneath her palm - but that feeling was uncertain, so she left it alone. 

“Thank you.” She sniffled as you finished changing yourself.

You brought her up onto her feet for a moment before you hugged her, keeping her nice and warm as a feeling of safety washed over the blonde witch. 

“So…” You started.

She chuckled immediately, pulling away from you. “So…?” 

“We can still hear the music. And I’d love to have at least one dance.” You explained.

“I’d love to dance with my best friend.” She squealed, waiting for you to push away the final tears on her cheeks.

Your heart felt heavier at her words, but you didn’t let it show as you began to dance to the music. Here was where Hermione felt right - your gentle touch guiding her through jumps and spins and twirls, your eyes on her and in the present, your movements fluid and sometimes faltering.

This was her happy place.

You eventually fell onto your bed with her and laughter slowly dissipated into a comfortable silence, which she then spun on her side and looked at you with wide eyes and a hiding grin.

“Yes?” 

“You called me Hermione.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“It is your name, isn’t it? Unless I’m dealing with a Poly-Juiced Malfoy, in which case…” You lifted your fist and slowly moved it towards her face, acting as if in slow-motion.

She chuckled and pushed away your hand, your eyes watching her stand and flop onto her bed lazily. Soon though, she turned back and faced you, your hidden sadness at her movement long tucked away behind a veil of curiosity.

“You never call me that.”

“I was trying to get your attention. Didn’t want you getting a panic attack. No no, we can’t have our brightest little Granger getting stressed over silly Weasley boys.” You smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes playfully before she yawned. “Thanks for helping me.” 

“Always.” You nodded to her, watching her snuggle underneath the sheets for a simple moment of peace. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” She murmured, her eyes shutting slowly as she fell asleep.

“Goodnight… beautiful, beautiful Hermione.” You whispered, closing your own eyes.

[remusslove]

Can you make a part 2 for secret hermione granger where r is snogging gently with hermione and ron/harry walk in learning about what has been happening

Part one

“We have to stop, Harry and Ron are downstairs.” Hermione said in between soft pants. That’s the seventh time she said that this morning. But she just couldn’t stop kissing you.

“Hermione that’s the hundredth time you said that.” You commented before softly pushing your lips into yours.

“I know. I know.” She said looking away and toying with her skirt.

You both sat there in silence for twenty second seconds awkwardly glancing at each other. “A more kiss?” You suggested with a grin. She rolled her eyes playfully before nodding. She giggled between your lips connecting with hers.

“Harry, Ron. Do you mind telling hermione to hurry up in there? She’s already dressed I don’t know what’s taking her so long.” Hermiones mother asked curiously while grabbing her purse and keys.

“Sure mrs granger” Ron answered as harry nodded beginning to walk up the stairs. “Thank you boys, we’ll be in the car.” She said before closing the front door.

“Hermione What’s taking so long- AHHHH” Ron screamed dramatically as harry just stood there in shock with his mouth agape.

“Shit!” You yelled under your breath jumping up from the bed and putting your jacket back on before walking to the window.

“I told you guys to knock!” She exclaimed quickly jumping from the bed and shutting the door closed.

“What are you doing?! My mother is going to see you! Just sit down!” She yelled in a hush whisper. “We we’re just trying to tell you that your moms waiting for you! And who’s even is that?!“ hermione groaned at Ron’s questions not wanting to explain to them about your guys’s relationship.

“She’s my girlfriend okay?! And you better not tell anybody or else I’m telling them about how you guys stole mr. Weasleys car!” She accused them. They gasped in guiltiness before agreeing to her demands.

She slowly opened the door as they awkwardly walked in. “What plans do you have with our bestfriend?” Harry asked crossing his arms with suspicion before eyeing you up and down like an investigator.

She groaned closing the door and sitting back down on the bed next to you.

“To date her. And kiss her. And-” “how long has this been happening?” Ron questioned looking at hermione to answer his question this time. “A few weeks no big deal.” She tried to brush it off.

“No big deal?! Your dating someone hermione! Your not even allowed to!” He said before a loud honk was heard. “We gotta go, you can explain when we get back from my house.” Harry said.

“Ok.” She agreed nodding. “Alright I’m leaving so go out through the gate not the backdoor. It has an alarm after it’s been locked. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said placing a kiss on your cheek.

Causing Harry to gag and rom to pretend to vomit. You grinned at her before winking at them causing them to glare at you.

That’s gonna be a great car ride for hermione.

[oriengranger]

Caught (Hermione Granger x Reader)

warnings: smut, mature topics

here you were, grinding yourself against your pillow as thoughts about Hermione filled your mind. you've needed her ever since you first laid eyes on her, she was the most desirable crush you ever had.

you kept yelling her name over and over again as you ignited with pleasure, luckily everyone was outside so no-one could hear you, or so you thought.

as you were about to reach your release, the door to the prefect dorm suddenly creaked open, unbeknownst to you. you felt a hand land on your shoulder, but with your eyes shut you couldn't see who it was. you shot your head up and let yourself rise off your pillow, calling out for their name before opening your eyes. it was Hermione. you stared at her shocked, to your surprise she had her hand down her pants, and was staring directly at you.

"I never knew such a girl like you would even think about things like that." she cooed, voice filled with pure lust. you were speechless, embarrassed to be caught masturbating to her, not knowing what to say or do. "Tsk tsk, going shy on me hm?" she got closer and closer to you until she was on the bed, her face practically leaning on yours. "I'm sorry i-" she set her finger on your lips, shutting you up immediately. "No need to apologize, princess." you went red at the pet name, you could've came just from that.

"Now, on your back." she demanded, sliding her top and pants off. you obliged, laying yourself back on the bed, eyes still focused on her every move. she knew how much you wanted this, she could practically see it radiating off of you, she made it her goal to mark you as hers.

she teasingly slid off your clothes, maintaining heavy eye contact with you, a smirk plastered on her blushed face. she left you in just a brassiere and panties. "Such a hot body, and it's all f'me." she said, a moan barely hidden in her voice. she bent down and kitten licked up your thigh, you moaned as she did. then she reached your already soaked cunt, looking up at you for permission, earning a nod.

she started by running her digits along your inner thigh, she then planted small kisses along your folds, you shuddered at her doing so. "Ready pretty girl?" she asked, smirking directly at you. "Always." you were barely able to speak.

she slid her tongue into you, her finger massaging your clit, making you moan louder than ever. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" you cursed over and over again, practically drowning in this newfound feeling. her finger was now rubbing at an almost animalistic speed, you were practically screaming at this point.

you got closer and closer to your high, and as you did she only got somehow faster. you squeezed your thighs together, pushing her head further in so she wouldn't move. as you were finally about to release, she suddenly stopped, managing to get herself out of the headlock you had her in.

"Hey! What was that for?" you asked, almost whining like a child. "I want something out of this too you know." she smirked, getting off the bed and re-appearing behind you. "I wanna sit on your face." she bent down to whisper in your ear, you looked at her shocked but turned on nonetheless. you obeyed, letting her climb on top of you so you 2 were in a '69' position. you had to admit, you loved the new view.

she got right back to eating you out, and you did the same. all that was heard now were loud moans and screams filling the room, no more sounds of quidditch practice, floorboards creaking, and whatever else.

she started to shake more, signaling she was close to releasing, so you sped up, giving her a taste of her own medicine. you barely held her down as her body spasmed like crazy, finally coming down from her high, covering your tongue in her substance. you finished at the same time as her, also releasing onto her tongue.

"That was-" she stuttered, barely able to form a sentence. "Amazing I know." you smirked as you pulled her in for a kiss. "So did I fulfill your fantasy?" she giggled. "Maybe, maybe not. There's still a lot more I thought about besides what you walked in on.."

"Guess we'll be here for a while then."

Fin.

[the-oblivious-writer]

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...(Possibly) More To Come...

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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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[radiantdanvers]

Loving Hermione Jean Granger

[t-h-i-n-g]

Hello im R

Can you write a fic for Hermione Granger? Just any fic for her basically :)

These Moments

a/n: MIONE MY LOVE MY HONEY MY BABY ILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER. sell my soul? considerate done. jump off a cliff? ill do it in my sleep. get stranded in the Sahara desert? psh childs play. anwho- ty for requesting! i wrote most of this at like 1 am so sorry if it's a little wonky in some spots. but just know 1 am me is such a sap.

word count: 1.1k

summary: you wish moments like these would last forever.

warning: NOTHIN BUT FLUFF

hp - masterlist m.masterlist

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The silence of the Gryffindor common room was soothing. The usual hustling and bustling was at a surprising all time low. Where the fellow students wandered off to? You didn't know, nor did you care. All that mattered for the moment was Hermione's hair threading through your fingers.

Sitting on a couch, a pillow rested on your lap. And on top of that rested Hermione. A book in her hands while she was propped up on the cushion. Her legs took up the remainder of the couch, covered with a blanket you had given her for Christmas this past year. The fireplace casted light throughout the room. Allowing her to dive into the endless world of fiction she held in her grasp.

However Moine found it slightly difficult to focus with the constant brushing of your fingernails across her scalp. Her eyelids subconsciously fell shut now and then. The sound of your steady breaths and the crackling from the fireplace lulling her to sleep.

But she wouldn't give in. Snapping her eyes open she attempted once more to scan over the small black text. Resting the book now on her stomach, bringing her gaze down with it.

You watched her quietly. Your own book having been swept to the side onto the arm of the couch when a curious feather-like touch brushed against the back of your hand. Which was how you ended up here. Half an hour later and not a simple word was spoken in the room. Times like these were your favorite. 

When it was just you and her. The boys going off by themselves to do who knows what. To go be their dumb selves per usual. Maybe deciding to hex Malfoys toothpaste to make it taste like rotten eggs or something. Once again you didn't necessarily care what it was. For the fact you had any time at all alone with Hermione was a blessing itself.

The two of you both had constant school work to attend everyday (hers being more of the stuff she works ahead on and extra credits). As well as saving the wizarding world, what felt like every single day of your life was a constant worry and took up plenty of time in your week too.

Which was why you were grateful for these moments. Not having to worry about any care at all. Only caring about and focusing on her. Sure you were able to see her throughout the day. At lunch, in classes, or passing one another in the hallway. But she had a different aura when a comfortable silence aromed the air. Her face relaxes and she allows herself to be off guard and vulnerable with you. The mask that everyone knows as the golden student Hermione Granger comes off to reveal a tired, quiet girl.

Not to say she wasn't verbal. Of course she always speaks her mind and stands up for what's right but having to constantly stick up to irritating individuals on a daily basis wears on a person. Like everyone else she needs some time to recharge and she likes to spend that time with you. Just basking in your presence. Either it be in the library or your room. She found comfort in having you there when she needs it. The quiet reassurance that you would listen if she wanted you to. You would talk if she wanted you to. You would hold her if she needed you to. Anything. She could ask for anything and you would try your damned hardest to give it to her.

And you know she would do the same for you. All the times she's rubbed your back soothingingly when you bombed a test you studied so hard on. Or when Draco decided to be more of an arsehole than he usually was to you, she would be there to fire down his insults.

Which is why as the sky grows darker and the stars show through the windows you don't excite for the time of enjoyment coming to a close.

You took in the darting of her eyes. How she fought to keep them open in a silent battle.

"How about we head up to bed, love," you offered quietly. You wish you could stay here just a moment longer but with Hermione half asleep this was probably the best option. It was getting late and Snape had an important lecture scheduled early in the morning anyway.

Shutting her book she tilted her head to look up into your eyes. They were also fatigued with the wanting of sleep. Staring into them a second more before Hermione let out a huff through her nose and sat up. Dragging a hand down her face while you tossed the pillow to the side and stood. 

You held a hand out to her. She then planted her feet on the cold tiles of the common room. Taking your outstretched limb with hers as well as dragging her blanket in her other. Hermione grumbled quietly as you both made your way up the steps. Saying something about how potions were stupid and that this week was tiring enough. 

You huffed out a breathy laugh beside her. Placing a hand on the small of her back to keep coaxing her forward. You held the dormitory’s door open for her. Hermoine shuffled by slowly, flopping down onto her bed without a sound.

Letting out a snort you crouched beside her. Brushing away the strands of hair that fell onto her face. She smiled at you lazily. Humming softly to herself at the warmth of your palm on her cheek.

Leaning across the side of the bed you planted a quick kiss to her lips and wished her a good night. Once standing again your hands went to the air, stretching out your back. A pull was felt on your pant leg when you went to retreat to your own bed. You looked down at Hermione with a quirked brow. She scooted across her sheets to make room, patting the empty space while she slid under the covers.

“Do you not remember what happened last time?” you jokingly asked. Hermione rolled her eyes. Recalling the last time you slept in the same bed and woke up with the other girls in the dormitory surrounding you. Staring at you like wide eyed owls. “Who knows maybe they’ll actually tell someone this time,” you muttered, plopping yourself down onto the pillows.

Hermoine shuffled closer. Resting her head on your arm as your legs instinctively tangled together.

“You’re McGonagall’s favorite. She’s not going to mind,” Hermoine stated, settling into your side. You hummed in response with an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Your fingers settling once again to run across her scalp. Her breaths grew slowly and more heavy. The crease of her brow disappearing as her mouth partially opened, cheek squished against you.

“If we get in trouble I’m blaming you,” you mumbled, eyes slowly following her actions. Falling shut to drift into the void of sleep.

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