#Luna x Hermione

[plscallmeeren]

O H , H A R R Y

Hermione Jean Granger x Luna Lovegood x Reader

Request: yes

Summary: you have been friends with the trio since first year and you've always been enthralled by Hermione and Luna, but only now in sixth year (for legal reasons everyone's an adult) are confessions made...... btw it's potions class and Harry has a crush on you (potions facts r all correct)

Warnings: Swearing; nipple play; magic strap-on/fake p; fisting; finger f; face f; power dynamics; bondage; top!reader; biting; anatomy ig; dirty talk of all kinds; threesome; anal; semi-public sex; porn with hardly any plot; out of character Hermione; damn idk stuff

Word Count: 3.6K+

You stared miserably at your cauldron in lieu of Snape's arrival. Luna sat next to you, doodling something in a notebook, completely unaware of your thoughts entangling with her.

In front of you, Harry and Ron were placed side by side, whispering about something. Hermione sat a way off, poring over her potions book as if she needed preparation for the lesson. Your heart nestled into your stomach mockingly as Ron looked her way adoringly.

What were you thinking? How could you be into two girls? Wasn't one bad enough? And what on Earth possessed you to think you had a chance?

But you had to tell them. At some point. For your own sake. So that you could move on. At least Luna, because Hermione would be harder to escape if things went south, considering you were in the same group of friends.

Your gaze wandered helplessly toward the Ravenclaw girl, searching her profile for something that might comfort you. Whatever that meant, you found it, because the sheer sight of her brought some joy to you - every single time.

Eventually Snape strode in, dramatic as always, impatiently beginning his lesson void of introduction, as if he weren't the one who had come too late.

"Valerian - recognising it. How tall-"

"One to two meters, sir," Hermione cut in enthusiastically, recoiling at the look he sent her in return.

"And are the blossoms or the leaves edible?" he continued, ignoring her. Apparently his gaze lingered on Luna for too long, however, because she answered easily: "Both. The leaves are harvested between May and June, the blossoms between June and July."

"That's not what I asked," he snarled, "and I don't recall calling on you, could that be, Miss Lovegood?" She held his stare better than anyone.

"Right. (Y/l/n), is the root dried before the common tincture is derived from its essence?" Snape sounded smug. Usually that was bad.

"No, it's not. And the tincture is said to be repellent of cruel spirits and similar." For a second you felt smug yourself. Then you remembered it was still bad.

"Also not my question. Now; who can tell me what real potion Valerian roots are essentially to-"

Hermione's hand was raised. Snape stared at her, looking almost surprised that she should suddenly be present and also have the nerve to remind him of this. She withered under his scrutiny, finally choosing to answer as he wasn't moving: "Draught of the living death, sir. I think, sir."

"I don't think I like your attitude, Miss Granger. Or yours, for that matter," he added meaningfully, glaring at you and Luna in turn. "Detention. All three of you. You'll be cleaning up the doubtless mess that will arise this lesson due to the jumping beans. No leaving after class."

You wished you could protest with the fact that you had a lesson the next period, but you didn't have one, just this once, and by the looks of it, neither did your friends. Harry and Ron looked at you pitifully.

This is the time. This is the day, a surprisingly loud voice inside you said. You gulped. Maybe it was. 

The lesson dragged as fitful bursts of imagination illustrated to you exactly which ways you could be explicitly shunned and exiled, while others portrayed perfect scenarios of reciprocation that partly led to some crazy classroom threesome. You felt almost guilty for thinking about them that way, but you were the last one encouraging these thoughts after all.

Finally, not that you had noticed, the two hours of anticipation faded away with the distant coaster of students packing their things. Snape loomed over Hermione, supposedly giving instructions. She winced at something he said and you were overcome with a strange sort of second-hand rage. Not the kind that made you move out your blood boil, but the kind that twisted some vital organ you couldn't place, deep down inside your gut.

He left, cape swooshing, and there you were.

You. Hermione. Luna.

You all looked at each other for a moment before Hermione began relaying Snape's tricks for catching the beans. They sounded awfully implausible. You all suspected they were only supposed to mistake it harder, but quiet prevailed as you got to work.

It was awkward silence. And you had no idea why.

This was not as usual. The three of you were quite close, or at least you were with both of them, and there was never any tension unless Luna brought up an unusual creature and stubbornly disallowed anyone from changing the subject.

Eventually you couldn't stand it any longer. "I have something to tell you. Both of you. To get off my chest."

They looked at you expectantly, abandoning the hopeless search for bouncing legumes.

"What is it?" Hermione, oh clever Hermione, with wit and smarts and pride.

"Yes?" Luna, lovely Luna, with daydreams and understanding and interest.

"I don't expect you to react to this," you continued uneasily, watching them exchange an unreadable look. "I really don't. I don't want it to change. Us. Anything. But it's not getting better, so this is the only way I can think of."

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes for a second to regain your composure. "I like you. Both of you. And I know that's weird. I know we're friends and I shouldn't but I really do. It's only become more with time, so... I don't know what else to do but tell you and..."

Hermione beamed. Luna laughed. Your brow furrowed.

"Oh, but that's wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed, flinging herself at you so that you had to half catch her, not letting you finish.

"Wait- What do you mean, that's wonderful?" You asked, confused.

Luna smiled. "(Y/n), you can't imagine how wonderful this is," she started, approaching the part of the room where Hermione leaned against your frame. "Recently I admitted to Hermione that I felt for you also, and at first she was disturbed, because she had the same feelings, but then we realized that if you hypothetically felt back, there was no reason we couldn't share you. Or, more likely, that whoever you liked should have total allowance to act on their wishes."

You stared at her. This was a dream, right? Sure, Luna could be direct, but still...

You pinched your arm, simultaneously ecstatic and disturbed when it hurt. You looked at them both in turn again, Hermione pulling away a little from her impractical position. "So... the three of us? Together?"

"Yes."

"If you can handle both."

"Right." You clicked your tongue, eyes involuntarily roaming Hermione's body as she stood so close to you. "I don't know what to say now."

"What were you going to say?" Luna asked slyly, siding up to you as well.

"Well... I'm always thinking of you. In the library, when we study together," you lock eyes with Hermione, "and when we hang out. You're just never absent from my mind."

Hermione giggled, and your brows rose when you realized what she was thinking. Luna smiled coyly also, making you smirk. "Not really what I meant, but sure."

"Don't you think we should celebrate? Instead of moderately awkward sexual tension, I mean," Luna asked, keeping an entirely straight face.

"Oh, yes," Hermione agreed, grinning, lighting up as if she had just arrived at a spectacular idea. "I think I'll just pick up that bean."

She paced about two steps before leaning over slowly in a way that would never be suitable for catching something, showing off the perfect silhouette of her ass and legs. "Oops," she murmured when it jumped away.

You bit your lip, turning to Luna instead. Your hand found the nape of her neck where your fingers could reach the roots of her hair, your other securing her waist as you leaned in, kissing her slowly.

It was better than you had imagined it. More natural, more believable. It felt like melting into her. Your heart sunk between your legs.

Hermione, looking almost jealous, swung her hips as she walked, wrapping an arm around your waist and the other through your hair as if to drag you away.

You pulled back, eyeing her playfully before moving the hand that had resided on Luna's hip to the other girl's side, slowly finding your way to cup her ass. She gasped.

You couldn't believe this was happening. Each arm around a beautiful girl.

"You can do her first," the Ravenclaw whispered. "I don't mind watching."

"I wouldn't want to keep you out of the fun," you smiled wickedly. "Why don't you sit on that desk there, love?"

She obeyed easily, leaving a panting Hermione before you to focus on. "Sweet girl... why don't you cast a silencing and locking charm, will you?"

She nodded frantically, quickly pulling out her wand to do just that. Before she could, however, your mouth was on her neck, inducing a moan - more surprised than anything.

"S-Silencio," she stuttered, chest rising and falling fast as you slid the robe off her shoulders onto the floor.

You kissed her on the mouth then, her wand arm faltering as you muffled her groans, pulling off her jumper and top in one. Her wand clattered on the ground.

Next came her skirt and tights, ripped off her without a second thought, leaving her in black lacy underwear. You grinned. "Luna, honey, I'll need you to undress, too."

She nodded from the desk, immediately setting to work. You looked back at Hermione as she stared up at you, practically awaiting judgement. "Pretty girl," you cooed, "if only I had known you'd been hiding this under all those clothes." She blushed. Blue and purple spots were already taking form on her neck.

You cupped her breasts carefully, massaging them with the palms of your hands until you could see her hardened nipples through the fabric. You unclasped the lingerie, diving down to her cleavage, sucking and biting and eliciting guttural moans and whimpers from her. A distant whining came from the direction of the desk also.

"P-Please, mommy, I want more-"

"Mommy, huh? Interesting," you interrupted her. "And what exactly would that entail?"

She only whined, resulting in a shrewd pinch of her left nipple. "I- I, uh... down there..."

"Use your big girl words, darling."

"I- I want you to f-fuck me."

"That's more like it," you purred. "But you'll have to wait a moment."

Turning to Luna, you raised your wand, catching her off guard as charmed ropes snaked around her wrists and ankles, finally grasping the table legs with considerable force. She panted in anticipation.

"Bet you're wondering where I learned that trick," you cooed, but didn't elaborate as you led Hermione with a hand on the small of her back towards Luna, gently applying pressure to her shoulders until she caught on, sliding to her knees before her friend's bare cunt with wide eyes.

"I'm gonna need you to eat her out, kitten. Can you do that for mommy?" You tilted your head mockingly.

"I, I've never done that before," she stuttered, "but I'll try..." Her mouth collided with Luna's pussy, ass naturally drifting upwards as she elicited soft moans from the blonde, who writhed against her magical bindings with a flawlessly arched spine.

You rounded on Luna, licking your lips at the sight of her plush breasts and perked nipples. You touched her right with the tip of your wand experimentally, relishing her passionate gasps as its cold effect startled her. You continued for about a minute, maybe more, playing with irregular hot and cold touches all over her cleavage.

She was moaning and whining more and more, hips bucking up into Hermione's face more often than not.

You returned to Hermione, standing behind her calmly before running a finger up one thigh, then the other. She groaned into Luna, causing a chain reaction. The same finger roamed around her pussy, poking at her lips once or twice before venturing up to her ass, circling her other hole. She whined as you pushed into her carefully, curling and uncurling a few times before retracting again, leaving her pussy heaving, longing. "Such a good girl."

"Please," she whimpered, muffled by the Ravenclaw's folds. You wanted to tease her, but couldn't find it in you to delay.

"You're so wet for me, it's adorable." Two of your fingers rubbed sidelong up her cunt, slowly edging deeper and deeper until you were inside her, searching for her g-spot, finding it, pounding against it so that she had to come away from Luna to breathe, whine, moan. The sinful sounds were so high they sounded fake, but the movements of her needy hips proved otherwise.

"Quiet, now, kitten," you mocked, only thrusting into her harder as Luna groaned from afar. "Or do you need more?"

She nodded quickly, but you weren't going to let her get away so easily.

"I need to hear you say it. C'mon, use that pretty voice of yours."

"I need more," she whimpered, hardly able to catch a breath long enough to speak. You grinned, groaning a guttural 'good girl' that sent Hermione over the edge. Her juices flowed freely over your fingers, but you didn't stop, merely slowing down a second before adding another finger, then another, so that the majority of your hand thrust in and out of her with every frantic intake of breath.

"You ready?" you purred, smiling as she nodded. The remaining thumb glided into her, your entire fist now hitting all the right places in her cunt.

"Oh, Merlyn, please-"

She slumped forwards into Luna's pussy, sending vibrations through the blonde girl. With one guttural moan, clenching around nothing, she came again, writhing in her bindings as Hermione's face remained attached to her slick, almost sliding away at any given time, swaying back and forth with every push of your joined digits.

You could feel her gripping your hand harder and harder, threatening to spill, to arrive-

You drew your fist out, eliciting a pathetic whine from the Gryffindor. "Good girl," you said softly, presenting your hand to her face, which she eagerly licked clean of her own juices. "I'm gonna need you to..." You leaned in close, whispering in her ear so that Luna could only strain to hear you. Hermione nodded eagerly, still breathing hard.

You held up your wand, closing your eyes in concentration to remember some of the charms your cousin (oh, the irony) had showed you a while ago. Finally, pointing down, you muttered the words, watching as an unfamiliar bulge formed in your pants. You pulled the trousers down, letting it spring up, ignoring the girls as you set to work again, finally managing to have the wand vibrate heavily in your hand.

When you turned back around, Hermione was obeying your first ask, tickling Luna all over her body as her already aroused cunt pulsated and clenched, her nipples going stiff. She jerked and spasmed on the very desk she had just before contemplated potions class.

You handed the brunette your buzzing wand, letting her place it on the Ravenclaw's clit. She shuddered, struggling to hold still. Your fingers ran over her middle, tracing the outline of her beautiful face and the roots of her silver hair. Thumbs gliding to the corners of her mouth where her head hung over the edge, gently prompting her to open up, meaningfully catching her eye. An endless string of whines and moans poured from her now that her lips were parted.

Slowly, she took your fake dick, gagging on it in a way that brought immense pleasure to you through this unreal sequence of nerves. Luna started sliding up and down it with those voluptuous lips, and before you knew it, it was you who was pushing down her throat again and again, the blonde giddy with stimulation and slight lack of air.

"You can come now, honey. Come from mommy fucking your face like the sweet girl you are," you said sweetly, and then she was gasping, her face better than any pornographic scenery, and then Hermione was whimpering at the sheer jealousy of another's orgasm, and you were so impossibly turned on that you couldn't stop yourself. Your own orgasm exploded in Luna's mouth, some leaking out onto her face as you pulled away, sorry you hadn't asked, but she looked so ecstatic you could have come again.

The angelic image; Luna, wise Luna, white flecks dripping down her cleavage and face, swallowing the same as she licked her perfect lips. Hair a mess, spread-eagle on the table where she would have to sit and learn the next day, mildly cross-eyed, pussy and breasts on full, parted display, a blunt portrait of pleasure.

You took the wand from Hermione, Luna sagging at the loss of stimulation. A simple flick and those gentle but stubborn ropes snaked back into the air, vanishing as their deed was done. "Why don't you get dressed, love? We'll go to my dorm and get comfortable," you suggested, but your grin was too curious to be innocent.

She reached for her wand on the neighboring desk among her discarded clothes, but you interrupted her actions. "Don't clean up here. Put your clothes on over it all." She glanced down at her dripping wet thighs, soaked pussy, thought of the cum on her face and cleavage - then smiled just as wickedly.

Your lips crashed against hers before she could proceed, however, removing her more obvious decor as they travelled to her chin, her cheeks, cleaning her up in a way so inherently harmless she laughed. You had always loved her laugh. "Go ahead."

You held out a hand to Hermione, who was resting on the stone floor, helping her up and sitting down on the next table before Luna. She intuitively sat down on your lap, groaning as she slipped onto your cock. She sat there, 'adjusting', as you both watched Luna get dressed.

"See her legs? All wet under her stockings, even as she'll walk through the castle. Think how many other people will see her like that, unaware of all the dirty things my girls have been up to," you murmur in her ear, earning a groan of frustration. She lifted herself up as if to fuck herself on your lap, but you pushed her back down again. "Don't tell me you still haven't had enough of being fucked, sweet girl? You still want more?"

She whimpered, bucking her hips against you as you rested your head on her shoulder carefully, kissing the side of her neck. Luna pulled up her skirt, awkwardly setting bra over wet skin.

"What would other students say, knowing you're so needy? That you and Luna both have drenched cunts and wanna be fucked? Have been fucked?"

Apparently movement wasn't necessary, because that was the moment Hermione squirted for the first time in her life.

"Good girl," you whispered one more time, one last shudder of approval, before lifting her off of you and charming away your helpful illusion.

She started getting dressed over her post-sex anatomy, managing to clasp on a bra and stockings. You were just buttoning up your trousers when the door creaked open. Hermione yelped, scurrying behind you automatically, Luna standing sagely, now fully dressed.

Harry and Ron stood paralyzed by the wooden door, staring. The former looked livid.

"How dare you? I thought you were my friends!" he yelled, glaring at Hermione and Luna in turn, noting the slick around the Gryffindor's face as well. "(Y/n) was mine! You knew I liked her, didn't you? How could you take her from me?"

"Oh, Harry," you sighed, effectively inaudible over his ongoing accusations and claims.

"Please, Harry," you said louder, making him stop, "I didn't realize. I'm sorry for hurting you. But I was never yours, or only as a friend. I'm sorry. But I can be with who I want, and that's nothing to take up with Hermione or Luna, either."

He was practically quivering with... what? Rage? Sadness? Frustration? Envy?

"Well, I think it's great, y'know," Ron intervened awkwardly. "The whole... being-with-you-want-thing. Real good. You should all be happy, is what I'm saying, I suppose. Although I do find that hard to say in the dungeons, but y'know. 'Is what it is."

He wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders, turning him around slowly. "C'mon, mate. Uh, he's sorry and all, I think is fair to say. Just outta sorts, is all."

Harry seemed unable to withstand his friend's kind tug, dragging his feet over the dark stone in the opposite direction.

Hermione emerged from behind you, hand clapped over her mouth. "I can't believe I forgot to do a locking spell."

"Maybe you've forgotten, but that wasn't entirely your fault."

"Anyway," Luna interrupted as the Gryffindor appeared to be searching her memory, "let's hope nothing will go out of its way to stand between us anymore. Not even our friends."

"We won't let them either way," Hermione added, smiling brightly.

"Good to know." You grinned. This detention was certainly worth it.

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[alannatheterrible]

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[pookha]

Dream With Me Chapter 10

December 1998

Luna is concerned that Hermione is headed for burnout. Hermione gets an office visit from Luna, then a very distraught Dennis Creevey. Hermione makes some hard choices. Job offers come in the mail, as does a proclamation that Hermione is to receive an Order of Merlin that comes with a monetary reward.

The tag on the parcel said consider this an early Christmas present It was surprisingly expensive -Harry. Hermione opened it and stared at the tiny bottle. She opened it, suspecting what it was already, and when she saw the lump of waxy stuff inside she knew for sure that Harry had bought her a chunk of ambergris. She’d mentioned to him that her vial of Attar of Dreamless Sleep was nearly empty and she suspected Luna had run out since she’d found her sleepwalking and trying to open the exterior doors to their suite several times over the last week.

She looked at the clock: she had just enough time to brew a Potion of Dreamless Sleep before class. She thought about making an attar like Luna had, but she wasn’t confident of the recipe and didn’t have any stabilised yarrow either. She wanted to surprise Luna, but the better course would be to give the ambergris to Luna and work with her to make the attar. It would be a better use of the resources. Instead, she set up the stuff she’d need later to brew their Birth Control Potion and she’d make it after Charms that afternoon, but before her office hour.

She sat on the couch, exhausted. Her Ancient Runes homework had taken her most of the night and then she’d worked on her Defence wandwork until early in the morning. She closed her eyes just for a second and woke to Luna shaking her. She hadn’t heard or felt her come in.

“You missed Charms and it’s almost time for your office hour,” Luna said.

“Shit!” Hermione stood and shook out her arm which was numb from sleeping on it.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard and taking too many classes,” Luna said. She went to the icebox and got a Vitamix potion from it. It was Luna’s recipe, so it wasn’t as toxic, but it also wasn’t quite as energising, which Hermione thought was a good tradeoff. She handed it to Hermione who gagged it down: nothing would hide the foul taste.

“Thanks,” she said and started to gather her books to take to her office. Luna put her hand on Hermione’s arm.

“I’m serious. I think you should drop a class or two. You know you don’t have to take the class to sit the NEWT test. I think you’re far enough along that you could drop Ancient Runes and History of Magic and still get an E on your NEWTs.”

“I—I can’t,” Hermione said and tried to shake Luna’s hand off. Luna gripped her harder.

“Neither of those is required if you’re serious about becoming a Healer and if you’re just doing it for yourself, that’s not a good enough reason. I know you’re driven and have to prove yourself, but you don’t have to prove yourself to me or your friends.”

Luna let go of Hermione’s arm and Hermione went to her office. She closed her door and put her head in her hands. Luna’s words swirled around and around in Hermione’s head. Did she want to be a Healer? Was it needed to study memories? Was she just doing it for herself? Tears leaked around her closed hands and she sobbed. A knock came at the door. She wiped her tears on a handkerchief and said, “come in.”

Luna came in and closed the door behind her. She silenced the room and sat across from Hermione.

“I need some advice, Miss,” Luna said and Hermione smiled wanly.

“Go on.”

“I have a friend and she’s pushing herself too hard. I’m afraid she’s going to crack. She’s taking too many classes and some of them don’t even apply to the career choice she’s made. I know it’s okay to want to do things for yourself, but how can I talk to her about slowing down? That it will always be possible to study more after school?” Luna reached over the desk and took Hermione’s hand.

“She’s my friend and I love her and don’t want to see her hurt.” She squeezed and Hermione returned the squeeze.

“Well, Miss Lovegood, you’re always honest, so honesty is the best policy. Tell her you’re worried about her and you want to help.”

“I’m worried about you and I want to help,” Luna said. She pulled Hermione’s hand to her lips and kissed it.

“I—” Hermione was interrupted by a knock at the door. Luna let go of her hands and stood up.

“I’ll be in our rooms,” Luna said and left.

Dennis Creevey stuck his head in the open door.

“May I come in?” he asked in a wavery voice.

“Of course,” Hermione said. Dennis came in and sat down across from her where Luna had just sat. Hermione closed the door with her wand.

“I can’t do it anymore,” Dennis whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

“It’s too much. Everywhere I go, I see him.” Now Dennis was crying.

“Colin?” Hermione asked and Dennis nodded.

“I can’t concentrate on my classes. I don’t know if I even want to be a wizard anymore. Magic scares me.”

“I—” Hermione started to say.

“I know that my magic and my memories can be removed. I—I want to do that. I just want to be a Muggle and live with my parents. I want to forget about magic, Hogwarts, and my brother. I don’t want my parents to always remember that he died in a war.” He was blubbering now, his nose running.

“They didn’t want me to come back and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, but I did, and it was a mistake. I can’t anymore.”

Hermione stood and moved her chair next to Dennis’s. She put his hand on his shoulder.

“If that’s what you really want, then it can be done, but I don’t think they’ll let you remove your magic until you reach your majority. You’re free to leave Hogwarts whenever you want. I—what would Colin have wanted you to do?”

Dennis looked up at her through red-rimmed eyes.

“He’d want to stay, but it’s what killed him. I don’t love magic like he did.”

Hermione thought back: Colin showing Dennis everything and wonder in Dennis’s eyes. She knew that he had loved magic once, no matter what he said now.

“I can’t make this decision for you, but I wish you’d stay out the year. Decide at the end of the year; you’ll be sixteen?” It was a question and he nodded.

“The Ministry has people who specialise in Memory magic and they can do that if you really want it. But, like I said, they won’t do it until you turn seventeen.”

She sighed.

“Wizards aren’t good at—at—at mental health, but if you take the year off from Hogwarts, get some help from a Muggle therapist. I—if you ask Harry, he’d probably pay for it if you need it.”

“I don’t want his money!” Dennis shouted and yanked away from her. He put his head back in his hands and cried. Hermione’s tears came back. When he heard her crying also, he looked up.

“I have nightmares, too. I lost my parents in the war to something that was my fault,” she gave him a half-truth.

“They’re not dead, but I can never see them again,” she said, being more honest.

“I can’t tell you too much more, but I understand. I can’t know what it’s like to lose a brother, but I lost a lot of friends in the war. I was tortured.” She turned her arm over so he could see her scar.

“But, I’d do it all again if I could. Maybe something could have been done better, but if I remove my memories, I’d feel like I was forgetting and dishonouring those who died. I didn’t know Colin well enough to know if he’d want you to forget or to carry on, but by remembering him, you keep his memory alive.”

She sighed.

“Luna’s better at this than I am, and I think she knew Colin better.”

He glared and she held up her hands.

“I’m not trying to pass you off to her, just saying talk to her, also.” She patted his shoulder awkwardly.

He got up and left without saying anything more. Hermione moved her chair back behind the desk and cried until her hour was up, then she wiped her face and went to the Headmaster’s office.

“Miss Granger, what can I do for you?” Professor McGonagall asked, indicating she should sit.

Hermione sat and sighed.

“I—I want to drop History of Magic and Ancient Runes,” Hermione said.

“I’m not surprised; you’ve been pushing yourself hard. I think this is a wise decision.”

“Luna told me we can sit the NEWT exams even if we’ve dropped the classes?” she asked, even though she knew it was true.

“Of course. Miss Lovegood is going to sit Ancient Runes also, even though she hasn’t taken the class this year or the last. She scored an ‘O’ on her OWLs and I expect she’ll do the same on her NEWTs. I also expect you will do the same.” Professor McGonagall smiled.

“I always wanted to be the best and brightest, the top of the class, you know?” Hermione said and the tears started flowing again. Professor McGonagall offered her a handkerchief, but Hermione shook her head and conjured one from a pocket.

“But, Luna’s right. She’s right about a lot. I didn’t think I could live with her as a roommate, but she’s helped me this year. Thank you.” Hermione started to stand, then thought of Dennis and sat back down.

“Dennis Creevey came to me today and told me he wants to leave Hogwarts and have his magic and his memories removed. I asked him to see the year through and if he feels the same after the year is over to take next year off and get some help from Muggle therapists. Luna’s way better with people than I am and I asked him to talk to her, too.”

“I’ll talk to him, also,” Professor McGonagall said.

“Tell me about you, now,” she told Hermione.

“I’ve changed my mind from our career advice talk. I want to become a Healer, but I’m worried that I don’t have what Muggles call ‘bedside manner’ and that I won’t be good at it. I want to study memory and Memory Charms in particular. You know what happened with my parents?”

Professor McGonagall nodded.

“I removed Xenophilius Lovegood’s memory from a meeting with us also and Luna says I didn’t harm him, but I can’t know for sure. I want to fix it, I want to atone…” she wailed the last word.

“You don’t need to atone,” Professor McGonagall said sternly. “You only need to do your best.”

“Thank you,” Hermione said and stood.

“I’ll talk with your professors and let them know you’re dropping their classes.”

“Thank you,” Hermione said again and left.

When she got back to her rooms, Luna was working at the Potions table. The Birth Control Potion that Hermione had planned on making earlier was done and sitting in vials on the table. Luna was almost done making the Attar of Dreamless Sleep.

“I wanted to help you with that,” Hermione said.

“I’ve got it. You can help me decant in a few minutes.” Luna turned back to her work.

Hermione flopped heavily on the couch.

When she saw that Luna wasn’t at a critical point in the attar she said, “I took your advice and dropped Ancient Runes and History of Magic.”

“Good,” Luna said.

“I was worried about you. I meant what I said earlier.”

“Which part?” Hermione asked.

Luna turned briefly and met her eye.

“All of it. Help me with this now, please.” She pointed at the two waiting vials.

Hermione put a Quick-Cooling Charm on both of them and held them out while Luna spooned the attar into them. Luna’s hand was sure and steady as always and Hermione was suddenly glad she hadn’t made the Birth Control Potion earlier; she didn’t think her hands would have been as steady.

“Thank you again,” Hermione said.

“You’re welcome. I saw you had all the ingredients laid out and thought I could make it again this month and give you a break. Then I went to Professor Slughorn and asked if I could take some more stabilised yarrow. He knew we were making the attar again, and asked about us.”

“What did you tell him?” Hermione asked, her voice shook.

“The truth, that both of us were having nightmares and sometimes we needed a night with no dreams. He told me I should see a friend of his at St Mungo’s who specialises in dreams.” Luna finished cleaning her cauldron and utensils and sat next to Hermione on the sofa.

“Did you get his name?” Hermione asked. Luna nodded.

“Her name is Miranda Ippos and she works in one of the closed wards.” She held out a fancy, almost Victorian-style calling card.

“May I have that?” Hermione asked.

“I kept it for you,” Luna said and Hermione took it. Her fingertips burned where they touched Luna’s. Hermione went to her bedroom and put it away in her pack. When she came back out, Crookshanks followed her. He went to eat and Hermione sat down next to Luna on the sofa again.

“Was Dennis okay?” Luna asked and Hermione shook her head.

“He’ll probably come see you. I asked him to.” She filled Luna in on what Dennis had said.

“I think you handled that well,” Luna said and Hermione laughed.

“How did you know I was going to ask that?”

Luna put her hand over Hermione’s.

“You have a big streak of self-doubt about some things and I could read that’s what was bothering you.” She squeezed Hermione’s hand and Hermione gripped hers tightly.

“I told McGonagall that I want to become a Healer and then study Memory Charms especially and she seemed supportive. Over Christmas break, I’ll go talk to Miss? Mrs? Ippos.”

“I think it’s Miss, but I don’t know for sure.” Luna started to pull her hand away and rise, but Hermione tugged it back.

“I—I wanted to talk about something you said earlier…”

They heard the unmistakable sound of an owl’s wing fluttering at the window a few seconds before it knocked with its beak. Hermione sighed inwardly as Luna stood and went to the window. When she opened it, five owls flew in. Four of them obviously were Ministry owls. The other owl pushed forward to Hermione first and dropped its letter in her hand. She saw the gilt band on the owl’s leg and knew it was from Gringotts even before looking at the letter. Luna put down owl treats and water on the workbench. The Gringotts owl let Hermione stroke it before it went to eat. It hooted ill-temperedly at the other owls. One by one each of the other owls dropped their letters in Hermione’s hand.

They all queued up for treats and water after the Gringotts owl and one by one they flew back off through the window.

Hermione opened the letter from Gringotts first, expecting it to be a lawsuit for damages from their escape. Instead it was a job offer. They wanted her to fill a role of representative to the Ministry. Hermione tried to read between the lines and guess based on the very attractive salary to find out if it was a sinecure or not, but she wasn’t familiar enough with Goblins and Gringotts to decide. She’d ask Bill his opinion later.

The next three letters were offers from various Ministry of Magic Departments. They all had similar salaries and job expectations. The one from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was mildly interesting, but not up her alley at all. She handed that letter to Luna.

“Is this something you’d be interested in?” she asked.

Luna read the letter while Hermione read the one from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It had been handwritten by Kingsley, which gave it a more welcoming tone, but she hadn’t changed her mind and wouldn’t take the offer. She didn’t fancy being an Auror or an investigator.

“This job is regulating and inspecting; I wouldn’t be interested in it. I want to work with the creatures themselves, not enforce restrictions.” Luna handed the letter back to Hermione.

The offer from the Department of International Magical Cooperation promised quick promotion, but having seen what Percy did at his job, Hermione wasn’t interested in it. The last letter was from the Ministry of Magic itself and didn’t have the feel of a job offer. Just as Hermione was about to open it, there was another tapping at the window. Luna opened it and another owl flew in and dropped a similar letter in Luna’s hand. Luna fed the owl a treat and it flew away toward the owlery.

“What do you think it is?” Hermione asked, holding up her letter.

Luna smiled enigmatically.

“I already know,” she said.

“How…?” Hermione started to ask, then stopped knowing she’d always wonder how Luna knew some things.

“This time it’s because I ran into Harry on the way to Professor Slughorn’s and he’d just received his letter.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, now thinking she knew what was inside it.

“Open it,” Luna urged and Hermione slit it open carefully.

It was a proclamation. She was going to receive an Order of Merlin, First Class for her actions during the war. The ceremony was going to be at Hogwarts just before they left for Christmas break. She started to put the letter away to finish later, but Luna took it from her and made her read a part near the bottom. There was also a reward of 5000 Galleons. Hermione couldn’t help but do quick maths and realised she would be able to take a year or more off work if she was careful with money.

“I didn’t know that it came with a monetary award,” she said.

“It doesn’t usually, mine didn’t,” Luna said, looking at her letter.

“It didn’t?” Hermione asked, shocked. Luna shook her head and they exchanged letters. Luna’s read exactly like Hermione’s except for the money.

“I wonder why…” Hermione started to say.

“I’m pretty sure only you, Harry and Ronald will get money. Harry also received 5,000 and I’ll bet Ronald did, too.” They exchanged letters and Hermione just stared at hers for a moment before folding it carefully and putting it away in her pack.

“I’m not going to lie; I need the money, but I wish you and Ginny and Neville got it, too.” She put her hand on Luna’s and squeezed.

“It’s all right. I won’t need the money. I’ll have a job that pays well.” Luna smiled, but having lived with her, Hermione thought it was a strained smile.

“Oh, have you got an offer already?”

Luna shook her head, squeezed Hermione’s hand back and released it.

“No. But, I’m sure I will and I’m pretty sure I know exactly which one I’ll accept.” Luna stood and went to her room, followed closely by Crookshanks. Her back was stiffer than usual and Hermione wondered if she’d offended her somehow. Luna’s door closed with a firm click.

Luna came out of her room just before dinner.

“I—did I upset you earlier?” Hermione asked from the armchair where she was studying.

“No, why do you ask?” Luna asked, tilting her head.

“It was just the way you went off to your room and closed the door and your back seemed stiffer. If I said something wrong, I’m sorry.” Hermione marked her place in her book and stood.

“It wasn’t you or the letter. I just suddenly felt sad and wanted to be alone…except Crookshanks knew I wouldn’t mind his company. He’s a really good kitty. Ready to go down to dinner?”

Hermione nodded and they went down together. Harry and Neville met them outside the Great Hall.

“I assume you both got your letter?” Harry asked and Hermione laughed.

“I got, like, five letters, which one?” she asked disingenuously.

“The Order of Merlin one,” Harry said and Neville nodded.

“You got more?” Neville asked.

“Job offers. One from Gringotts and several from Ministry departments.”

“Hermione’s Order has a monetary reward,” Luna said.

“Mine too,” Harry said. “I’m going to donate mine to the widows and orphans fund; I don’t need it.”

“I didn’t get any money, but I wasn’t expecting an Order of Merlin First Class,” Neville said.

“I—am I bad if I want to keep the money?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Harry said at the same time that Luna and Neville shook their heads.

“I think Kingsley knew you were skint and the award was mostly for you. Ron and I got it just to make it seem equitable.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear Ron got it, too,” Hermione said and Harry squinted his eyes at her.

Luna looked at Harry, then Hermione. She took Neville’s arm and half-dragged him into the Great Hall.

“You didn’t contact him when you got your letter?” Harry whispered and Hermione shook her head.

“I was with Luna and got distracted by her letter and I was surprised to see money and I…” she trailed off.

“Something I said upset Luna and she went off to her room and closed the door. It didn’t seem like her. At least Crookshanks was in there with her.”

“Hmm,” Harry said and put his arm around Hermione.

“I’m sure whatever it was, you’ll work it out.”

“I hope so,” Hermione said, her gaze on Luna sitting down at the Ravenclaw table. Neville kissed her on the cheek before he went to the Gryffindor table.

“Ginny and I got offers today, also. Kingsley offered me Auror again, but I’m still not going to take it. I’m going to sign with Caerphily and Ginny’s got an offer from the Harpies. We’re both going to be in Wales together that way.”

“Pob lwc ,” Hermione said with a laugh. She hugged Harry tightly.

“Hey, that’s my boyfriend you’re hugging,” Ginny’s voice came from behind her. Harry and Hermione both reached back and pulled her into the hug.

“Congratulations!” Hermione said and Ginny smiled.

“I’m excited and terrified at the same time. Holyhead said they really wanted me.” Ginny broke the hug and took Harry’s hand.

“Portree offered me more money, but I wanted to be near Ginny as much as possible.”

“I—I’m going to enter the Healer program after Hogwarts, so I guess I’ll be in London,” Hermione said.

“Oh? Going to move in with Ron?” Ginny asked and Hermione’s face fell.

“I—I don’t think so. I do love Ron, but I don’t think we’re right, right now.”

Harry squeezed her shoulder and Ginny looked her in the eyes. Ginny saw something there because she broke her gaze and just said, “okay then.”

When she got back to her room late that night after Head Girl duty with Blaise and studying in the library, she immediately pulled out parchment and wrote a letter to Magda. Luna’s light snores from her room said she was already asleep. Hermione wanted to do something special for Luna and if she did it now, it might be ready by Christmas.

The rest of the term went quickly and the day of the ceremony came. Hermione had helped Harry and Ginny write their short acceptance speeches. They’d asked that the ceremony be small and Kingsley had granted that as much as he could. It took place in the Headmaster’s office, which was crowded with officials, the recipients, professors and two photographers.

Dennis Creevey pushed his way between Hermione and Harry.

“I wish I didn’t have to be here,” he whispered to Hermione. He was there to receive Colin’s Order of Merlin for his family. Colin’s photographs from the Battle of Hogwarts had been leaked to the press and published in the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler.

“Yeah, I get that,” Hermione whispered back. Then it was too busy to talk. They all received their plaques, official scrolls, and letters of credit at Gringotts for the ones who’d received money. Dennis shook as he was handed Colin’s awards. Harry and Hermione were rocks. Ron hadn’t come; he couldn’t get away from his training as the Aurors were too busy preparing for the upcoming Death Eater trials. He’d said he’d already received his award in a private ceremony with Kingsley.

The next day, the ride on the Hogwarts Express was sombre in their cabin. When Hermione got to the Burrow, a large parcel from Flourish and Blotts was waiting for her. She smiled.

“More books?” Harry asked and Hermione nodded.

“Untamed Bronco or more research?” he asked.

“A little of both. Also, some Christmas gifts,” Hermione said. She took the parcel and went to her room. Magda’s letter was sweet. She took Hermione’s turndown of the date well and ‘just friends’ seemed to be on the table. Hermione looked at the books in the parcel and smiled again. Luna would love these, she was sure. She took a small Muggle paperback entitled, ‘Breaking the Stallion, the sequel to Untamed Bronco’ and a thicker book titled ‘Introduction to Healing’ from the box. She put ‘Introduction to Healing’ on the bedside table and started reading ‘Breaking the Stallion.”

That night she dreamed of Viktor shirtless on a horse. He swooped in and lifted her onto the horse’s back in one motion. They impossibly made love on the horse as it galloped and she woke up sweaty and unfulfilled. A Silencing Charm and a Privacy Charm and then she took care of that with Viktor's and Magda’s faces both swimming through her fantasies.

#hp femslash #luna x hermione #hermione x luna #order of merlin #dennis creevey

[lumosatnight]

Maraschino Red

Info: Hermione/Luna, E, 1.2k

Tags: Creature Luna, Cannibalism, Vore, Painplay, Bloodkink, Enthusiastic Consent, Infidelity

Summary: Luna eats blood for breakfast, limbs for dinner, and hearts for dessert. Luckily, Hermione has lots to spare.

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Fic I wrote for @hp-deaddovedecember and never shared on Tumblr. Better late than never, right??? This is dead dove lite imho, just some angsty, loving vore with infidelity.

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Excerpt:

It was routine by now.

Their monthly meetup. Never the same pub, never the same disguise. It wouldn’t do for the rising Minister of Magic to be caught in such a compromising position.

Hermione would sit at the bar and sip her cocktail, maraschino cherry floating delicately on top.

Luna would approach, stopping a polite distance away. She knew it was Luna because of the tilt of her head, the elegance of her throat. No regular customer could hold themselves like that. No ordinary human could draw attention the way she did.

“Hello, love.”

Read more on AO3!

#lunamione #luna x hermione #hp femslash #dead dove december #dead dove do not eat #noxatnight

[bellatrixblackthoughts]

Omg omg omg. Paint it, Black. PAINT IT, BLACK!!

The plot, the action, the twists, the cliffhangers, the Bellamione dynamic… the legendary N Blackman just be blessing us with another classic

If you’re feeling a slower burn, mistress-servant dynamic, highly recommend. Also, just wow, really love how well-developed the entire AU is.

Can’t wait for the last chapter, but also don’t want this story to end😭

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39798696

#bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #bellamione #bellatrix x hermione #hermione x bellatrix #harry potter #hermione granger #fic recs #lunamione #luna x hermione #hermione x luna #luna lovegood

[rhiaflamesong]

Luna/Hermione, 50w

@sapphicmicrofics prompt: genuine

"You really look great today, Luna!" And for the first time, Hermione was genuine. She wondered if she had ever appreciated the unique beauty that was Luna before. Bless Ginny for bringing them back together years after school, for a new meeting. "Thank you, now come back to bed, darling!"

#sapphicmicrofics #gay #luna lovegood #hermione granger #Luna x hermione #girls who like girls

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Farewell

read on AO3

~1k, Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood, G-rating, Post-Canon, for Day #25 “Last Kiss” prompt for @hpsaffics’s HP Saffic September 2022 Daily Prompt Bingo

Summary: Hermione wakes up to an empty bed and Luna's spectrespecs faintly glowing pink-blue-pink on the sheets.

#harry potter #femslash #hermione granger #luna lovegood #hpsafficsept2022 #hp saffic sept 2022 #hp saffic september 2022 #luna x hermione #hermione x luna #hp #hp fanfic #hp femslash #hp fic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fic #femslash fic #femslash fanfic #sapphic september #sapphic september 2022 #lunamione #lunmione #heruna

[theheartbrokenones]

Okay working on a new HP story that for once is not Snirius. It’s Harry timeline except I am trying to be careful how I am writing so here is some interesting thing I think people will like

Harry is not gonna be White washed, this boy is going to be Arabic (Think like Damian Wayne) though if anyone one wants to help me so I don’t offend or use wrong terms (I am researching and making sure I got things correct but it would be nice to have someone who is interested in helping since it’s their culture.)

Hermione is Black and her cousin is Blaise as their moms are sister, they speak creole and pratice VooDoo/HooDoo that is a branch of magic that is looked down on. They both find it hilarious that no one realize their cousin or that people thinks they are cursing them when they speak.

Draco and Luna are distant cousins that communicate cause Draco was lonely and wanted to find someone that was family to talk to and found Luna. She helped him see and question is up bring and dad belief leading him down a different but ‘Familiar’ path that his mom sees.

Harry is gonna be either dark or morally grey and not be a little sheep. He will be powerful, loved with his found family and friends behind him. He is king that only kneels to the one he loves but if it is a war you want it will be war you get but as a third party.

#fanfic #ao3 author #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #dark harry #harry potter #Blaise x Harry #Luna x Hermione #Neville x Draco #voodoo #hoodoo #arabic

[big-ronnev-fan]

#ron x neville #neville x ron #ronnev #rarry #harry x ron #ron x harry #lunmione #luna x hermione #hermione x luna #ginmione #ginny x hermione #hermione x ginny #bleo #theo x blaise #blaise x theo #hinny #harry x ginny #ginny x harry #harmiony #harry x hermione #hermione x harry #linny #luna x ginny #ginny x luna #pavender #parvati x lavender #lavender x parvati #deamus #dean x seamus #seamus x dean

[unwoundcorridors]

prompt #31: eggs

pairing: luna/hermione word count: 528

content warning: mention of animal deaths

❈ written for @sapphicmicrofics ❈

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Of course Luna would do this.

Hermione stooped down, canting her head, a slow smile spreading her lips as she observed the incubator housing three Augurey eggs. A part of her wondered how in the world Luna planned to raise them without their mother, but when she rose to her full height again, the front door to their home opened, the bell attached to it tinkling a specific, airy, tune: Luna’s. She’d get her answer sooner rather than later, it appeared.

Hands stuffed into her trousers’ pockets, Hermione met Luna in the entryway and, tilting her head a little, kissed the top of her wife’s head.

“Welcome home,” Hermione said, running a hand through Luna’s light blonde wavy hair. “Now, tell me… are the Augurey eggs I found related to why you’re home so early from what I thought was an entire day’s worth of staff meetings at Hogwarts?”

Luna hummed as she divested herself of her Hogwarts professorial robes, then turned her gaze to Hermione, blinking slowly. “They are. Their mother…” The corners of Luna’s mouth dipped into a small frown, her pale blue eyes glancing down. “Their mother was killed by a poacher. The Ministry was there, fortunately, and they were able to save the eggs. They later found the father's...” Yet Luna couldn't finish, a small sob escaping her instead.

Swearing under her breath, Hermione wrapped an arm around Luna’s shoulders, and they walked together to where the Augurey eggs lay in the incubator. Luna conjured a chair to sit in, resting an elbow on the table they sat on, placing her chin in her hand as she watched the eggs. Hermione grasped Luna’s shoulder, flexing her fingers as she tried to think of what to say. She knew Luna had dedicated part of her life to putting away poachers, and only in the past few years had she switched to a career that was decidedly out of the field. She’d told Hermione during their engagement that it was time for her to teach the next generation of field Magizoologists, and that Hogwarts was open to creating a new position just for her to do so.

“I’m glad that at least her eggs are safe,” was all Hermione could think of to say. It wasn’t enough, but…

Luna reached a hand up and touched Hermione’s. “Yes, they are. I think I will see if I can give them a life at Hogwarts, spend part of the term teaching my students about them while raising and rehabilitating them for a life in the wild, and let them know how…” Luna sighed, then straightened her shoulders and looked up at Hermione. A new expression of resolve had erased the sorrow on her wife’s features. “How they can make a difference in the future, tracking down poachers themselves… continuing to save these creatures in need.”

Smiling at the sparkle reappearing in Luna’s eyes, she cupped her spouse’s cheek and stroked her thumb over the soft, pale skin. Luna’s eyes fluttered shut, and Hermione leaned over, kissing her on the lips. Luna smiled into it, and Hermione whispered against them, “You’ll do an excellent job of it, my love.”

#luna x hermione #luna lovegood #hermione granger #sapphicmicrofics #and that's it for the march 2024 microfics! #thought i'd finish with the very first hp femslash pairing i ever read around a decade or so ago :)

[winterssecrett]

MIDNIGHT TALKS | THEODORE NOTT

ღ 02:00 a.m and the group of snakes was still on the astronomy tower, a place they had started to love when they discovered that professors and prefects never went to “guard” or check for students out of bed. Sleep was something hard to find with how dark and scary things had gotten in school and around the world, so their best option was to be together as a group and as a family.

Astoria was sitting on the floor with Draco’s head on her chest, playing with his blonde platinum hair. Besides her was Blaise, who had Pansy between his legs, hugging her by her waist. And the other three -Theo, Y/n, and Mattheo- were close to the balcony, finishing their cigarettes.

Y/n didn’t smoke much, not as much as her boyfriend, but it was exams week and the stress alongside her anxiety was too much, she needed to take it down a bit.

— I don’t wanna see a fucking book on the rest of my life — Pansy whined, letting out a huff

Draco rolled his eyes — If you pass, you won’t have to.

— can you believe it? In a few months, we won’t be here anymore — Y/n said with a bittersweet tone of voice

Theo nod a that, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend frame. For some reason, he was always looking for her warmth, and since it was so late and so cold, he loved having her close to his body.

— Does it matter? — Draco asked not waiting for an answer — It’s not like things are gonna change, or that we are gonna be able to escape the hell that our lives are.

Clearly the alcohol was working on the blonde, cause otherwise he would have never said something like that. Draco didn’t talk, and definitely not about how sad his life was back at home. All of them, including the whole house of Slytherin were living in the same hell that the dark lord brought, and that’s why no one talked about it, it was easier to pretend that everything was just fine.

— Well, it’s not a surprise. We have been marked and judged since we were kids, like it was our fault the last name that we carry, or the house that we are in — Theo responded with harshness, making her girlfriend frown

Mattheo let out a sigh — We better play our part, right?

He was the most fucked of the group, he was the son of the person that was trying to destroy the magical world for years on end. The silence invaded them and everyone started to get lost in their thoughts, Y/n turned around putting her arms around Theo’s neck.

— Well be fine, right? — she asked in almost a whisper, wondering how bad things were gonna be once they graduated

Theo caressed her cheek — Well be together, that’s all that matters, Bella.

Y/n smiled at him with sadness, they had just a month left of school and they were trying to enjoy as much of it as they could. For example having breakfast together everyday, even if they were dying to sleep a little bit more. Partying from Thursday to Sunday with not just their house, but also the other three. Swimming in the black lake at night, and then going to the kitchen to get cups of hot chocolate.

Just a lot of things to be happy in times of death, darkness, and cruelty.

— I love you, cara mía, you know that right? — He said with a small smile

Y/n smiled back at him — Of course I know, and I love you too, darling.

One of Theo’s hands went to the back of her head and brought her close to his lips, almost melting when he felt her warmth. God how he enjoyed kissing and touching her.

— Get a room you scandalous people!

Everyone laughed at Draco’s slurred words, he was gonna regret all of the fire whiskey he had drunk tomorrow morning.

#theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theo x hermione #theo x reader #fanfic #theo nott scenario #theo nott fluff #theo nott fic #theo nott smut #theo nott imagine #theo nott fanfiction #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott fic #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott smut #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott imagine #theo x luna #theodore nott scenarios #theodore nott fluff

[cuntrygirlcallista]

☆ I had to let you know that I got a crush on you..

draco malfoy has a crush on you…

Draco is extremely arrogant so initially he would try and impress you.

Bragging about his home and the lavish, expensive possessions his parents can afford him. It’s not charming at all, it’s actually quite annoying.

He’d have Crabbe and Goyle help him play it up more. They would sing his praises incessantly anytime they saw you. One time you even let them convince you to go see him at Quidditch practice.

It was a nightmare.

While attempting a very daring feat on his broomstick that involved a midair roll, he fell. Luckily Madam Hooch was supervising and was able to save the poor wizard. Seeing you giggling at his misfortune definitely hurt his pride.

Eventually Blaise snitched, even though by then you’d already pieced it all together.

You decided one day at the end of one of his long bragging sessions to finally tell him you knew.

“and Draco” you say haltingly, before walking off making him turn to face you. “The bragging isn’t going to win me over, I prefer gentleman”

After that something finally clicked for the moron. From then on he was as charming as could be. Taking you out on dates, calling you “princess” and surprisingly treating you like one.

You were actually starting to like him

@cuntrygirlcallista

#draco fluff #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter #draco malfoy imagine #theodore nott x reader #draco malfoy x reader #mattheo riddle #hermione fanfiction #lucius malfoy #luna lovegood #harry pottet gif #hermione granger #luna lovegood x y/n #luna lovegood x reader #narcissa black #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini #wizarding world #first wizarding war #narcissa malfoy #slytherin #harry potter x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x y/n #luna lovegood imagine #albus dumbledore #severus headcanon

[pookha]

Dream With Me: Chapter 20

February 13, 2015

Hermione and Luna get married officially in the chapel at St Mungo's. Xenophilius takes the first steps toward reconciliation.

Hermione and Luna stood in front of the Minister in St Mungo’s chapel. They repeated the same vows they had made fourteen years previously, but this time when they were done, they signed papers and had the minister sign them. Harry and Ginny stepped forward as witnesses and signed, too. Luna smiled; she hadn’t needed the licence, but it made Hermione happy and therefore it made Luna happy, too. Harry and Ginny left a moment later, then the minister. Hermione and Luna sat talking for a few minutes when a knock came at the door. They looked at each other quizzically.

“Come in,” Hermione said.

The door opened and Xenophilus walked in. His face was lined and his candy-floss hair hung limp and thin on his head.

“I wanted to say congratulations and to apologise. I’ve missed too much of your lives and I want to gain a daughter and regain my daughter’s trust. I know it’ll take a long time, but I wanted to start now.”

Luna stood, crossed the room and hugged him. Hermione stayed back, still unsure until Luna waved her up.

“If Luna’s willing to try, then so am I,” Hermione said.

“I’m sorry,” Xenophilius repeated.

“I’m going to let you two go for now, but please, when you’re both ready, I’m ready to talk also.”

He broke the hug and left. The door clicked shut behind him.

Luna put her head on Hermione’s shoulder and Hermione held her as she wept.

When she was done, she kissed Hermione’s hand, then wiped her face with a handkerchief.

“Shall we go home, Mrs Lovegood?” Luna asked and Hermione laughed.

“Why yes, Mrs Lovegood.”

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HP Characters Reacting To You Drawing Them

Warning: I didn't read the books, these are my headcanons and personal ideas for the characters. It's just for fun. :)

Harry:

-"Oh! Brilliant! Yeah, sure." -He is a bit shy, but flattered, very flattered -He sits in front of you, with a nervous smile, sometimes adjusting his glasses or hair -You assure him that he looks great and he relaxes a bit, sitting more comfortably -While you work he asks from time to time some questions about your drawing journey and listens closely to your answers -He thinks about how you're going to draw his scar, are you going to make it a key thing, or represent him in another way? -When you finish and show him your work he's astonished by your talent -"Wow! This is really good! I can keep it? Oh! Thanks!"

Ron:

-"You want to draw me? I don't think I'm that special." -He's a bit hesitant at first, he feels like he doesn't deserve attention, since he is not "The Chosen One" -But you make him believe otherwise -When sat down Ron is stiff, looking away from you, smiling nervously -You tell him that he looks great and he smiles a bit more confident -He suggests ideas on how you can present him, and he comes up with some sick propositions -Once you're finished he's so happy that he has something made by someone only for him -"Bloody hell, it's fantastic! You need to show your skill more often."

Hermione:

-"Draw me? Well if it makes you happy." -She pretends that it's nothing, she may look annoyed, but inside she cares -She fixes her hair or clothes when you aren't looking -She sits properly, legs together, hands on her lap, head slightly tilted, and a soft smile on her lips -She is mostly silent but asks you questions about what you are doing at a certain moment, she's curious -She's patient, giving you time to make your art perfect, she knows how hard it can be -She's very supportive when she sees your finished work -"This is lovely!"

Fred:

-"Oh yeah? So my beauty captured you this much?" -He's so happy about it but can help not to tease you -"Are you interested in a more intimate portrait?" -He sits in a confident way, taking a lot of space -He gives you ideas for the drawing, like how he could look good on a broom, or fighting You-Know-Who -After he's done with his jokes he lets you work in silence, just sometimes giggling to himself because of your focused expression -When you sometimes look up at him, he sends you a quick wink -He's very happy when you finish the drawing, he'll show it to his friends -"Thank you, dear, we can repeat this if you want."

George:

-"You got the right twin? Because I am not sharing this position." -He's more mature about this than his twin, but he has it in his nature to make some not-in-place comments -He gives you control, you decide how he sits or holds his hands -He's intrigued by how you work, but stays silent, just looking at you -He hums quietly, gently moving his head, when you tell him to stop moving he winks at you with a smirk, but completes your order -He's moved when he sees your done work, he feels appreciated for him -"Thank you, it's beautiful."

Ginny:

-"That's nice of you." -She doesn't ask a lot of questions, just lets you do your work -She's happy to pose for you, it makes her feel seen -She smiles when you accidentally make a silly face but doesn't point it out -When you're finished she takes a while to admire your work -"It's amazing, thank you."

Luna:

-"I would love to, sitting can be fun too." -She's very calm, listens to your instructions, and is very patient -She asks you how you got to draw, or what inspires you to create, she's nice to have conversations with -She has her glasses on her nose, sitting with her knees to her chest -When you're finished she's very happy -"Oh, it's magnificent. I am so happy to keep it."

Neville:

-"Me? Are you sure?" -He's very self-conscious, and thinks you're doing it out of pity, but you assure him it's not like that -He's very nervous, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, you have to guide him a little bit -He thinks he looks bad at every angle, but you tell him that everything is perfect and that makes him feel a bit more confident -He is so grateful for this art piece, he keeps it close to him at all times -"Wow, that is so pretty, thank you Y/N."

Draco:

-"Why? For what?" -He doesn't feel comfortable with this and is suspicious you have bad intentions -But his pride wins over him and he lets you draw him -He sits proudly with a serious look on his face -He says nothing, just watches you, expecting your work will be not as high as his expectations -But he's shocked when he sees your done work -He keeps it in his room, away from others -"Well that's not as bad as I thought it will be."

Tom:

-"I can agree to that." -He sees this as an opportunity to capture his image for future -He wears his best suit, rings on his fingers, and in his hand a dark book -He sits with his head high, one leg on the other, leaning on the armchair -He doesn't talk but nods his head in approval when you stop drawing for a moment -He's very satisfied with the result and keeps the drawing well hidden -"That is good, thank you for your time."

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