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oriengranger · 2 years

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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.

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sheloveshp · 10 months

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Heartbreak - Hermione G.

(pt.1)

Hermione Granger x fem!reader

summary: how you and Hermione grangers relationship came to be about before it all came crashing down before you knew.

a/n: light smut/ multiple chapt prob./ felt like this was all over the place ngl :( also not proofread. pls send requests.

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Hermione and you are no Strangers to each other.

You and Hermione were often at eachothers necks, bickering and fighting. Some days are better, some days are worst. You and her didn’t want to admit it but after a few months, you began enjoying eachothers presence. Laughing together in class to taking her away from the yule ball to get some fresh air, after she got stood up.

Personally, you never had any problem with her parents being non sorcerers. Even when you talked you referred to them as non-sorcerers and not “muggles” or any sort of slur. Hermione noticed this and knew this was coming from a good place and wasn’t superficial.

After it has been going rather well between you it went downhill. Or so you thought…

One afternoon that built up anger that Hermione always seems to have stored up was about to explode. You and her were arguing over something so unnecessary that you took it outside the great hall. And thankfully you did.

“I can’t believe you’re so stupid y/n!” Hermione said walking out of the great hall huffing and puffing.

“Me? Stupid? Are you even listening to yourself Hermione?!” You followed right after her and slammed her against the nearest wall, Hermione slightly grunting. “Yes! You’re stupid and I can’t believe you actually did that!” She yelled slapping your chest softly.

what happened?

As usual you were partnered up with Hermione, working on a project in class. When a Slytherin came up to you to “warn you“ about working with muggles. While Hermione was quiet, ate her anger up and left. You went and embarrassed that Slytherin in front of the whole class. Even turned her into a ferret for a minute.

When Hermione found out that you had her back she was confused. Firstly, why is this hot feeling spreading in her chest while thinking about you standing up for her?

Secondly, why would you want to risk your status in Slytherin for her? When this all goes bad and they start to bully you then you’ll be the one that gets hurt. Hermione didn’t want this and while she was just a Gryffindor, the Slytherins are your people. You’ll be the one that has to stick to them for the next years.

You took her hands into yours while she was holding back tears to help her ground herself again.

“Why do you always let people walk over you like this Mione?” You talked in a whisper now because you were genuinely curious. Hermione looked into your eyes and thought about how for the past year you were the one that had her back, always. You were such a strong character yet still so calming to her. This balance is what she needs in life. She needs you. Now.

Hermione Granger crashed her lips onto yours. Although, at any given moment a teacher or a student can walk by and witness this Hermione felt so safe. This is a feeling she never really had here in Hogwarts. She never felt at peace here.

And if you didn’t reciprocate any good feelings she might have towards you, she probably won’t be okay but at least she has had this moment.

Finally, you came to a realization as to what is happening. Should you really do this. A mud blood Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Was this okay? At this moment, you just went for it, cupped her cheeks and went for a deeper kiss.

Hermione pulled away to catch her breath. “I hope this is okay, y/n.” she breathed out.

Fuck it.

“Do you want to come up to my room, love?” You said as you bite her earlobe and breathed onto her neck almost intoxicated by her perfume.

“Yes.” Hermione said, leaning into you like a shy girl and biting down on her smiling lips. You took her hand and made a run to your room since everyone is at dinner. Thankfully, Slytherins didn’t share their room with anyone.

Once you smuggled her into your room, Hermione left all that frustration she has out on you. Throwing you down on your bed, she started to kiss down your lips and moved downwards.

Knowing where this was going you tried to grab your wand out from your bedside table to lock the door and soundproof it.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked confused as she looked up from leaving hickeys all over your neck.

„Yes, sweetheart i just want you to be the only one to hear me.“ You spoke a few spells while Hermione took of your clothes.

„Miss Granger isn’t as nice as they say she is.“

„You’ll see how nice I really am once I really get started with you.” she almost growled while sucking on your tits.

It felt really nice to have Hermione being this open towards you and being comfortable enough to show you this side of her. There were many sides of her and you wanted to get to know them all.

Keeping eachother up the whole night, both of you were snuggled up in bed. Thankfully it was a Saturday morning, so both of you had nowhere to be right now.

Before you dozed off, you kept thinking about how beautiful Hermione is and that there is no way you’re going to let her go and have this be a one time thing.

You liked her and having her sleep so peaceful in your arms, must be a dream come true.

That was until your dream, became known to spectators that were not fond of your bond.

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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if only

h. granger x f!reader

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

words: idk

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

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

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

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

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

Just a few moments before...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A small moan rolled out of your mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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redtaylorsversiongirlie · 2 years

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happy birthday - h. g.

summary; hermione fucks you while everyone's in the house for her birthday party.

warnings; FEM! READER, age gap (reader's in her twenties, hermione in her 40's?? idk) SMUT (fingering, toys - strap, vibrator, scissoring, reader calling hermione "mommy").

a/n; I'm so sorry how short this is but I am quite busy and I only got the idea today.... hope u still like it tho. ALSO THIS IS HERMIONE GRANGER DAY!

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it was hermione's birthday party

all of her friends we're there; ginny, her husband harry and their kids, ron, bill and fleur and their daughter, remus sirius, teddy, tonks, fred, george, angelina, katie, charlie, percy, molly, arthur, luna, neville and his wife hannah. . . everyone.

currently, you all were eating a cake that molly baked. strawberry one, which hermione liked the most.

she was seated next to you, her hand on your thigh right under the skirt of your pink doll dress. it was surprisingly a hot weather today but that's not why you wore it. you knew it was hermione's favourite. everytime she saw you in it, you ended up getting fucked in your shared bedroom.

and hermione knew that. she knew what kind of a tease you were.

and she made sure to make you pay.

she slid her hand into your panties, not waiting a second before finding your hole and pushing two fingers in there.

you choked on your apple juice you were just drinking.

"you okay, y/n?" asked tonks.

"yeah, darling, what's up?" said hermione with a slight smirk tugging on her lips that no one else could see.

"i'm okay," you answered with a surprisingly normal voice.

your girlfriend started thrusting her fingers out and inside of you at a fast pace while having a conversation with harry and ginny about something happening at the ministry.

you had a hard time keeping yourself calm and quiet. you clenched your thighs together in hope she would stop (you weren't uncomfortable, no, just the thought of anyone finding out what's going under the table made you shiver), but then hermione sent you a sharp look and because you were obedient little girl, you spread your legs again.

you started meeting her thrusts with your hips, you needed her deeper. and right then, she hit the spot that made you see stars.

you gripped her clothed thigh, letting her know that you were close, but she knew that already by the way your pussy clenched around her fingers like you wanted to keep them inside forever.

you hid your face into the crook of her neck, breathing hard as hermione hit that spot over and over again. thankfully nobody was paying much attention to you, they just thought how adorable you two are.

your first orgasm of that evening made tears sprung into your eyes as any other that hermione gave you. she kept thrusting as you calmed down and when it became too much, you grabbed her wrist pulled her fingers out.

you wiped your eyes and moved away from her just as luna said, "you seem like you're hot, y/n, are you sure you're alright?"

"actually," you began, "i don't feel very well, i think i might go and take a nap."

everyone was telling you to get well soon as you and hermione stood up, your girlfriend saying that she will take care of you before returning to them.

when you got into your shared bedroom, you immediately reached out for hermione's present you got for her.

she sat on the bed as you sat on your knees in front of her, watching her unwrapping the gift.

"oh, you dirty girl!" she grinned as her eyes landed on a pink vibrator and a strap of the same colour.

you smiled and pecked her lips. "happy birthday, mommy."

"thank you, dove." she put the box next to her and took your face in her hands. "what if we try them, hm?" you nodded vigorously, your whole face lighting up at the idea. "yeah, is that what you want? to get fucked in a house full of people?"

you hooked your fingers around the waistband of her trousers, glancing up at her, eyes batting. "please, mommy."

"well, since you asked so nicely, who would i be to say no? get on the bed, little dove."

you happily did as you were told.

as hermione took off your panties, she asked, "what do you wanna try first? the vibrator or the strap? oh, or how about we use both?"

you couldn't help but clench your thighs at that.

hermione chuckled. "someone's a bit excited, aren't they?"

you helped getting your girlfriend out of her clothes, excited to see every inch of her beautiful body. she then helped to get you out of your dress, smirking when she saw you weren't wearing bra.

after everything was ready, you, with spread legs, patiently waited for hermione to push the strap inside you and put the vibrator on your clit but when she finally did, you threw your head backwards, your back arching to the pleasure.

hermione knew you won't be able to keep quiet and she wanted to hear you so she casted the silencing charm and locked the door.

she started moving fastly and so deliciously deeply, making you moan "mommy" over and over again.

hermione watched you in awe. she was sure there was no more gorgeous view than you during sex.

you've never felt this good in your entire time, full with hermione's dick, the vibration on your clit and the grip on your hip that surely will leave a bruise.

you started to tear up as the tip of the dick kissed the deepest spot inside you, making you cry out hermione's name over and over again like it was the only word in your vocabulary.

the second orgasm hit you harder than the first one in the dining room. you screamed in pleasure, gripping the sheets under you as your knuckles turned white.

you whimpered when hermione pulled out and turned the vibrator off, your eyes widened when she climbed on the top of you, putting on oyour hands above your head and one of your legs over her shoulder.

"you think you can cum one more time for me?"

you know you could and you wanted it more than anything in the whole world.

"mommy," you moaned as hermione started grinding her pussy against yours, her head thrown back, her breasts in your hands.

"you wanna suck on them, dove?" she asked even though she knew you wanted. you didn't hesitate before swirling your tongue around her nipples.

hermione gripped your ankle as you sucked and your clits bumping to each other repeatedly as you hum around her nipple.

"love you're gonna make mommy cum," hermione moaned, speeding her grinding until she was almost jumping.

"oooh!" she came quickly than expected, you following close behind.

hermione colapsed next to you, breathing heavily, calming herself down from the orgasm. she smiled and looked at you.

"what if i tell everyone to leave and we'll have a second round? and then another one?"

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Tissue?

Hermione Granger x fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Tissue?”

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

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

“Can I sit?” you ask softly

“Sure” she replies again with some hesitancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was happening to her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you again y/n”

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

Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry hums in agreement

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

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

“Yeah” she tries to maintain

“Really” and Fred maintains his

“Yes”

“Really”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Arsehole” he huffs going back to his meal

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

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

“You gonna ask her out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s not my girl” she whispers back

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

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

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

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

Nope it’s not fine…abort abort…fuck

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

Say something…

Say anything…

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

She nods “Grand” she squeaks out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes” she nods with a smile

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

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

“So…ouch!” the voice startles her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl rolls her eyes, hitting him gently

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

They nod

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi” she gains your attention

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

Hermione relaxes, heart-warming at the compliments

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

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

She accepts it, letting you lead her anywhere you wanted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who do you want to introduce me as?”

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

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

“Or?” she extends the syllables

“More than a friend”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Something wrong?” she panics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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snowvies · 1 year

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𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞.𝐠

slight herminone x fem!reader

Summary: You're getting ready for the Yule Ball with Hermione in your dorm, where you share compliments and giggles

wc: 1k. cw: fluff, friendly banter, compliment after compliment. |This is Y/ns dress|

You watch as she takes her lip into her teeth, pure concentration as she swipes the frosty pink nail polish on your fingertips. Your dorm is lit only by the candles held high by its black stands, each one in the corner of your room igniting a soft orange hue on everything near it.

"Perfect!" she exclaims as she finishes the final stroke, twisting the cap back on as her own nails shine with the same color.

"Don't you dare move" She smiles slightly as she contorts her body to grab the cosmetic bag you've been eyeing this whole time

"Now what could you possibly have in there?" you ask with a smile, she gifts you a grin as she unzips the black bag, revealing product after product

"Here, take thi- wait! Don't touch it!" she mumbles as she lifts out a black jar before pushing it back into her chest

"I wasn't going to" You playfully roll your eyes as she lets a sigh of relief escape her lips knowing you didn't smudge your wet nails

after the cap falls recklessly on the ground and she dips her finger into the jar, you soon realize the contents of it

"It's a face mask," she tells as you raise your eyebrows

"I already knew that" you jab as you both grin, the light pink mixture on her fingers as she scoots closer to you on the wooden floor

"You obviously can't do it yourself" she murmurs, swiping the clay on your face as your scrunch up at its coldness

spreading the pink brew on your face you take time to relax into the feeling, her gray cardigan resting easy on her shoulders as a couple curls bounce out of her bun

the sound of glass being placed on the floor snaps you out of your relaxation as your mask is now settling into your pores

she leans down with a weary gaze, tapping your fingertips to see if it's been dried

"Alright, Here" a smile tugs on her lips as she slides the same glass jar towards you, she settles into herself as you scoop up the blend and spread it on her features

"Imagine if I have a horrible allergic reaction to this" You joke as she bursts out into laughter and you're quick to move your hand so the mask doesn't get into her strawberry locks

"Don't say that!" she pleas before collecting herself with a quick warning from your cat who was woken up from her chatter

he glares at the girl before laying back down on your bed and you huff at his spoiled way of living.

"ahh, it's cold!" you exclaim as you wipe the cold rag on your skin to remove the mask

"suck it up" she mumbles as she does the same across from you, the tan tiles of the granite counters gleam with splotches of the mask from your removal, you make a mental note to clean it later as you both apply moisturizer.

"Okay, so..." she whispers to herself as she stretches her eyes, black pen gliding to make a wing as she starts her makeup. You both are back on the wooden floor as two mirrors next to each other guide you two on applying your makeup

"You start with your eyeliner?" you asked, shocked as you beat the beauty blender into your face, concealer soaking into your skin as you haven't even thought about eyeliner yet "Dammit" she whispers, pulling a wipe as she takes the mess of eyeliner away

"I have to! I'm terrible at it..." she grins, starting new as she attempts to do it once more

You watch with an amused smirk as she draws bold thick lines on her face before huffing and grabbing another wipe

"Let me," you finally step in as you slide over to her

"Please," she doesn't argue as she places the pen in your hands

"Don't move..." you whisper to her as one hand grips her chin and you begin to draw a line on her eyes. She rapidly blinks at the movement but keeps her eyes closed so she doesn't ruin it, You do the same on the other eye and she whips her head toward the mirror once you give her the go-ahead

"It's perfect!" she smiles into the mirror as you feel your own smile begin to form on your lips

As you swipe the final layer of the frosty pale pink blush on your cheeks, and add one last coat of mascara to your lashes, you call yourself ready and turn to Hermione whose probably ten steps behind.

she side eyes you once she notices you're done before looking back into the mirror

"You look gorgeous," She says straightforwardly like it's a known fact

You feel your cheeks grow hot from the compliment as your turn towards the bathroom where you'll start on your hair, but not before you give her a shy 'thank you'

You groan slightly as the hair spray sticks and seals into your blown-out hair, styled just to your liking as the next step of the night is to wear your gowns

You step out to see Hermione's hair is already dolled up and looks absolutely stunning, clips holding her bumped-up hair as her curls lay softly on her shoulders

"Ready to get dressed?" You ask with a grin, she looks up at you and smiles with her lipstick-painted lips

"I can't wait to see your dress"

You sit on your bed with your legs crossed, scratching your cat's head as you wait for her to change. With a click of the lock becoming undone grabs your attention as the knob turns and she walks out, her gorgeous ombre dress flutters as she walks out, a pale pink deepening into a magenta with a bow tied around her waist. You're in awe for a moment before clearing your throat and speaking..

"You look...gorgeous..." You say, the word not even sounding right on your tongue..she looks so much better than gorgeous... ethereal? perfect?

"Thank you" She grins as your compliment means so much more than you'll ever know, she walks up before taking a seat on your roommates' bed who's out getting ready with one of her friends.

"Go on, I need to see what you're wearing!"

As you zip the light blue dress up your back, you turn and twist into the mirror to make sure nothing is out of the ordinary the soft flowers decorating your chest as you reach for your neck, knowing something is out of place.

You spin towards the door before stepping out, grabbing the skirt of your dress as you hear a gasp

Looking up, you see Hermione's gotten up from her sitting position and has widened eyes with her jaw slightly dropped

"You look amazing! That dress- You! You're so pretty" She struggles to express how beautiful you look as you feel your chest ache with the amount of compliments you're receiving

"Oh hush!" you giggle, walking over to your jewelry box and grabbing a silver necklace

"It's absolutely true!" She protests as she begins walking over to you, grabbing the necklace out of your palm without any communication on what needed to be done

"Thank you..." You grin as the cold rope meets your skin, she clasps it on effortlessly and spins you around with a smile on her features

"Ready to go?" She asks and you nod before stepping into your heels and she does the same before exiting your dorm for a night of fun

an: this is my first post! I hope you guys enjoy it :)

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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.

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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.

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robarazzii · 1 year

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hermione doing the slow cat blinks to tell draco she loves him, and him thinking she’s being an absolute weirdo and not understanding

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oliviajdjarin · 4 months

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Green Eyes, Red Face - crumbledcastle28 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

If you're interested in some fluffly yule ball hurt/comfort with a down bad draco, head on over to my ao3 <3

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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Could you write something for R and Minister for Magic!Hermione, maybe their at a Gala or just working and Hermione keeps getting distracted by her wife (R)?

hermione granger—there’s nothing like doing nothing with you

.ೃ࿐ྂ minister-for-magic!hermione x professor!reader

summary: hermione can’t work when you’re around. [warnings: food]

word count: 0.6k

fanfic no. 014

during the summer months, there wasn't so much for you to do regarding work. your lesson plans didn't take you so long as you were so passionate about your subject, so you tried to spread it out over the weeks leading up to september first.

hermione knew you loathed to be at home alone all day—and sometimes even long into evening—until she returned from her demanding, but dream job. being in charge had its perks, which hermione wasn't too afraid to take advantage of, so she often brought you into her office, so the two of you weren't apart all day for weeks at a time.

when you were there, she didn't feel so burdened, so important. she was the minister for magic, but to you, she was hermione granger. the same hermione granger who spent her school years with her nose in a book, only to be convinced to eat or sleep by her best friend. she knew then you were more than a best friend, but she worried it would change things, when so many things were already changing for the worse.

"alright," you announced yourself. "do you want the tuna sandwich or the pasta salad?" you asked, closing the door behind you.

hermione looked up from her extensive paperwork with a small smile—you were the only one who never knocked on her office door. "pasta salad."

you nodded, setting the pasta down on her desk. "pot of berries or apple and banana?"

"why don't you have the apple, i'll have the banana, and we'll share the berries?"

"that's perfect, can't believe i didn't think of that. now, i got us both water and a coffee to share!"

hermione scoffed, "really, y/n, i haven't had that much," she turned to the little table beside her desk to the several empty mugs of coffee.

sheepishly, she turned back to you, only to be met with your face silently telling her 'i told you so' and a hand on your hip.

"anyway," you laughed, pulling up a chair to the other end of her desk. "carry on."

try as she might to continue her important and time sensitive work, with you just inches away from her, your head buried in a book she knew you were reading to plan out your next lesson, she couldn't concentrate. you were so easy to admire, such an easy distraction, and yet she couldn't bring herself to leave you at home. no, she would have to endure the distraction, the way you turned the pages of your book, the way your eyes flickered over the important, informational words, the way your mouth fell open slightly the more you concentrated.

hermione knew if you had been aware how much of a distraction you were, you would have insisted on remaining at home, so hermione did her best to be as discreet as possible when she watched you. she stole glances over the tops of her papers and pretended she was in deep thought, when really she was simply taking you in.

as a last resort, she put her head down and stared at her work, a stare hard enough to burn right through the parchment, trying to remember her last train of thought before you had come back with lunch, but she couldn't. there was nothing in her head but you and that pasta salad.

"you haven't written anything in the past fifteen minutes," you stated, not looking up from your book.

"haven't i?" she asked innocently. "must just be because i'm hungry," she lied.

"well, would you like to have lunch early?" you asked, folding the page of your book to mark where you left off. "we could head into london, if you like, maybe hyde park?

hermione smiled appreciatively, nodding in agreement. perhaps the food would help, and the long lunch break she'd have with you. maybe then she wouldn't be so distracted. but whether she was or not, it didn't matter, she wouldn't trade these days for the world.

"let's go." she clasped your hand across the desk and gave it a squeeze.

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oriengranger · 2 years

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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.

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sheloveshp · 10 months

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MY HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

Harry Potter

series

none

one shots

Heartvessels where harry and you spent a night at his dorm as a couple. Both of you are very vocal about your feelings and share what’s in your hearts, connecting you two.

Words of Affirmation and praise while you and Harry are making love he started degrading you. You didn’t enjoy this at all so after you told him he went a diffrent route with you

Hermione Granger

series

Heartbreak (1) how you and Hermione Grangers relationship came to be about, before it all came crashing down before you knew it.

oneshots

none

Ron Weasly

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none

oneshots

all talk where fem!reader confronts shy little ron „all talk“ weasly after he has been crushing and flirting on you for a while.

Draco Malfoy

series

none

oneshots

winter heartbreaks and confessions where your boyfriends Ron cheats on you and your best friend draco sees and steps in to comfort you with a long awaited confession

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writing-with-syd · 2 years

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hello! i’m not certain if you’re taking requests so feel free to ignore this, but if you are…i would like to request a hermione x slytherin reader!

takes place in the goblet of fire, and krum and reader are constantly going at it with each other. when reader notices hermione sad towards the end of the yule ball, they take her out for a dance. it’s romantic & sweet.

OPTIONAL BUT: maybe reader has a reputation of “it girl, or bad girl” yk those type of gals.

tysm!! love your fics.

Slow Dancing || Hermione Granger x FemSlytherin!Reader

Summary: Hermione and Y/n share more than a dance on the night of the Yule ball.

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warning(s): none

A/n: this took me like 2 weeks and for that im sorry

Chatter could be heard in the Great Hall as the music echoed off the old stone walls. The decorations emitted a euphoric feeling around the room. Snow sprinkled from the ceiling, a result of charms cast by the Headmaster. Wizards and witches alike occupied the dance floor. Others ushering in, not wanting to miss out on the festivities, wearing their best. The young witches spent hours on hair and makeup. Craving to look perfect for a night of pure magic. Young wizards spent a majority of their time fooling around with their mates.

It wasn’t long before Professor McGonagall announced the champions’ dance. Murmurs overturned the live band. Many of which were regarding Ms. Hermione Granger beside her date, of course, much to Y/n’s dismay. It was challenging to picture such a dainty bookworm with someone so dark and brooding. The pair could compare to a rose in a thunderstorm.

Y/n felt her fist clench together tightly. She had assumed Hermione would not be attending. Let alone attending with Viktor. She had to remind herself that she had no right to feel angry, for she had put no effort into asking Hermione to accompany her to the ball. Her fear was to blame. As silly as it sounds, how would a Gryffindor and a Slytherin work together? How could a high-status pure-blood be seen with a simple muggle-born witch? Y/n found it embarrassing when she was alone with her thoughts.

“Is that Hermione… with Viktor Krum?” A nearby student spoke.

“Looks like it.” The other responded with in pure awe.

Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes in annoyance at the pair’s conversation. Wishing she was anywhere but in this moment. Blaise, a close friend of Y/n’s, noted the girl’s actions. Immediately recognizing her demeanor irritated. He shakes his head slightly, letting out a small laugh.

“Something funny, Blaise?” She hissed.

“Other than you currently staring holes in the back of Hermione's head, nothing at all.”

“I’m not sure why you’re laughing. Are you here with the girl you wanted to go with?”

“I would be, but I felt bad about you not having a date.”

“Oh, shove off you, git.”

The exchange of words had gifted a minor distraction from her conflict. The two watched as the other couples joined in on the dance. Four became ten. No matter how many people came together on the dance floor, Hermione stayed in Y/n’s point of view. A frown remained on her face. In another grand attempt to lift her spirits, Blaise expressed a tone of humor in his words.

“I don’t suppose you would like to dance?”

She turned to him with a hint of annoyance written over her face and responded, “No, I think I’ll sit this one out, thanks.”

Although, she had made no effort to move. As if someone had glued her feet to the floor. She watched as faint jealousy surged through her. Self-pity followed soon after. Longing to be close to the one she fancied. It killed them not being with her. Y/n had decided she could no longer endure the torture of watching Hermione with another. Effortlessly, Y/n resigned back to her seat. It’s where she lingered for the rest of the night. She watched professors gossip in the corners, failing in their duty to monitor their students. As a group of 6th years snuck off to take sips of firewhiskey hidden from the eyes of head boys and girls. Bearing witness to Ron and Harry sitting along the sidelines, much like herself. As the music slowed, Blaise returned with the likes of Draco and Pansy following behind him.

“Alright, come on, get up,” Blaise spoke.

“And where is it we’re going?” The girl responded.

“There’s an after-party, in the common room,” Pansy answered.

“No, thanks” As she replied, she appeared distracted. Eyes moved with Hermione as she spoke with her closest friends.

Although she was out of earshot, the girl could tell tension filled the air. Y/n had excused herself. Telling the trio she needed a drink, blaming it on the heat of the room. She slipped away and made her way to the punch table. When she walked up to the table, a smile appeared. Viktor Krum had appeared in her field of vision.

“Viktor.” She said cooly

“Ah, Y/n. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“And I didn’t expect to see you here with Granger. Word is you practically begged her.” Y/n said with a sly smirk, taking hold of the ladle and pouring herself a drink.

“Right, but she is here with me. Is she not?” He followed suit. However, he filled two cups instead of one.

“A man with a sense of humor? That’s surprising. Hey, keep it up and next time maybe your date won’t go out with you as a last resort.”

With that, she walked away, drink in hand. Leaving the boy speechless. Her eyes wandered the room for a moment. She was noting how empty it looked compared to earlier in the night. Viktor’s words brought her thoughts back to her troubles. She needed some fresh air. A moment of peace. Gulping down the rest of her drink, she set the cup down at an unoccupied table. And wandered outside. Y/n had found herself in a grotto. Where a lawn previously took place. The moon illuminated the darkness, and fairy lights wrapped around the branches of rose bushes. Y/n then progressed to a nearby bench. Resting on the cool stone. Her eyes watched the moon, acknowledging its beauty. She hadn’t heard heels hitting the stone steps.

“Mind if I join you?”

Y/n jumped and placed a hand on her chest. Felling her heart rate rapidly increase. She pulled her eyes away from the view to find Hermione standing under the archway. The girl hadn’t anticipated being in Hermiomes presence tonight. Truthfully it was the last thing she thought would happen.

“Merlin, Hermione. Announce yourself next time. Why won’t you?”

“Sorry.” She said simply.

Anyone could see something was off. Y/n felt it was her duty to do something. “Take a seat.” Her tone filled with a sense of calmness and compassion. Hermione was grateful for it, although it was unfamiliar.

“Are you alright? You weren’t crying were you?"

“No of course not.” She sniffled wiping her eyes. Sighing in defeat, she added, “Is it that obvious?”

“Well, your running mascara was a dead giveaway.” Y/n giggled lightly, hoping it would assist in lightening the mood.

Hermione only let a small grin form on her face. “Sorry for disturbing you. I just needed…”

“Some time away from everything?” Y/n interrupted.

“Yes, exactly.” The brunette's hands played with one another in her lap. She stared down at them. Unable to look Y/n in the eyes.

“Did you want to talk, about what happened I mean?”

“No, I’m alright.”

The two then sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Both are unsure of what to say next. Hermione took the first step in starting the conversation.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Well, that depends on the question.”

“Do you ever feel forced into a position you don’t want to be in?”

“All the time, I mean have you met my parents?”

“If I’m being honest I didn’t want to come to the ball with Viktor tonight. He’s wonderful really, but he’s not exactly my type.” Hermione explained.

Y/n took the chance to study the girl's features. The way her hair curled perfectly around her face. The way her remaining makeup enhanced her features ever so slightly. Although if you asked Y/n, she would have said Hermione wasn't one who needed to wear the products. Hermione’s eyes remained in her lap. Her breathing now in its natural state. It was Y/n’s turn to put an end to the silence.

“Dance with me.”

“Come again?” Hermione had shifted her focus to Y/n. Searching her features for a sign of sincereness.

“Dance with me.” She repeated. Standing up from her seat. Extending her arm, holding it in front of Hermione. “What, you're not scared, are you, Granger?”

“Of course not. Knowing your reputation, it isn't hard wanting to be cautious.”

“Then stop talking for one minute and take my hand.”

Uncertainty overtook the sitting girl. Slowly she began to move her hand from her lap. Taking hold of Y/n’s. Recognizing how ideally it fit in hers. Y/n lead her to the center of the grotto. The muffled music from the Great Hall could be heard in their secluded location. Far from any distractions. Y/n had wrapped her other hand around Hermione’s waist. While Hermione snaked hers up to Y/n’s shoulder. The two felt a peaceful awareness within each other's company. They didn’t have to put up a show, they could just be in existence without worry or care.

“I didn’t want to come with my date either.” Y/n began. She scoffed before continuing, “It’s quite silly really, but I wanted to go with you.”

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up against the cool night breeze. Her grip on Y/n tensed up. Her eyes followed the movement of her feet. Swaying along to the music. She had managed to calm her nerves before speaking.

"Well, why didn't you ask before?" A hint of genuine curiosity filled her tone.

Y/n paused, being too ashamed to continue. After a moment of reluctance, the girl uttered, "I was afraid. Of what people would think. Of what my parents would think."

"I understand… Are you afraid now?”

She looked into her dark amber eyes. Finding they sparkled in the moonlight. Without hesitation, she spoke with a grin, “No, not anymore.”

“Good.” It was then Hermione’s turn beam.

“Would you have said yes?” Asked Y/n.

Hermione nodded her head, her smile never fading. Y/n’s hand had traveled its way from Hermione’s waist up to her cheek. Pushing back a stray hair behind her ear. Following the action by running her thrumb across her cheek. Hermione melted into Y/n’s touch. Humming in contentment. Y/n caught herself eyeing Hermione’s lips.

“Hermione, may I-”

However, before she could finalize her sentence, Hermione had pressed her lips against Y/n’s. The kiss was filled with an innocent passion. A type of sweetness that could make your teeth rot. The seconds sped by like hours and the girls wouldn’t have changed that for anything. Unwilling, they pulled apart. Both grinning ear to ear. Without anything more to say, They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a moment more. Not wanting the night to end.

#hermione fic #hermione fanfiction #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger #hermione x fem!reader #hermione x slytherin!reader #hermione granger fluff #hermione granger fic

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sapphwriting · 2 years

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put your head on my shoulder

hermione granger x male reader

and technically this could be interpreted as gender neutral reader but it was written with the intent of reader being male

summary: you and your girlfriend (hermione) go on a late night walk, and she is cold. and being the gentleman you are, you give her your sweater.

this probably has some kind of grammar issues because i wrote this past midnight and am editting it right as i wake up

“alright, when you said you wanted to study together tonight i did not think you meant a late night walk.” hermione said with a bit of frustration being heard in her tone.

you had asked hermione to have a night-time study session, and she had agreed. but here you were, taking a walk under the moon beside the Black Lake.

you gave a small smile and continued looking straight forward, “it’s just so beautiful out, and depending on what homework we do, we’ll need the stars.” and after saying that, you made eye contact with her. the slight anger left her face and she almost smiled. in the moonlight her eyes looked like they had stars in them.

some trees rustled and she looked back at where the sound came from, slightly flinching. she walked a bit closer to you, and you could smell her flowery perfume and some kind of soap.

“besides, we still have the whole next week to finish this, so we technically don’t need to get this done today.” you said.

hermione grunted and gave you a bit of a shove.

truth was, you really wanted to spend some romantic time with your girlfriend, who always seemed to be busy doing some kind of homework or study. you did feel kind of bad for lying to get her to come with you. but you had made sure it wouldn’t affect anything else way ahead of time. and anyways, it was a friday.

hermione began talking about something to break the silence, some rant about how a teacher had stupidly cut off her marks. but as you listened you were lost in staring at her, what did you ever do to deserve her in your life?

she stopped talking after she noticed you weren’t really listening. she looked at you and her cheeks seemed to go a bit pink, she gave a small smile. she was so cute with that smile.

you looked into her light brown eyes which were reflecting the night sky. and you wanted to lean in and kiss her. but the cool breeze interrupted this sweet moment. and you noticed hermione shiver, she was only wearing a long sleeved shirt whereas you were wearing a pretty thick knitted sweater.

you knew if you asked if she wanted to borrow your sweater while you were wearing it, she would deny it, despite clearly being cold. so you just took it off, and gave it to her. and she reluctantly took it and put it on.

the sweater was a dark turquoise and was really lose on hermione. she tended to borrow your sweaters spontaneously from your trunk and then not return them till you noticed, and you liked to joke she was a sweater monster. but you loved seeing her in your clothes, it really made everything you had with her feel real. other than that you were always pinching yourself to make sure this wasn’t a dream, that she wasn’t a dream.

after she put on your sweater she gently intertwined your hands together. hermione had cold hands, whereas yours never seemed to be anything other than burning temperatures. hermione knew this, and took advantage of it. hermione leaned against you as you sat down facing the Black Lake. you released your hand from hers, and wrapped it around her. and you could feel your eyes on the verge of sleep.

she looked up at you from underneath and kissed your cheek. gosh, you adored her. and gently kissed her temple.

and the next morning you woke up in your bed, without your sweater, not remembering how the hell you had gotten there.

hope you enjoyed reading! i take feedback and requests are open!

#hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #male reader #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger x you #hermione granger fluff #hermione granger x male reader

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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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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