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the-oblivious-writer · 11 months

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Wanna Be Yours |1|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter One: Pranks & Fifth Year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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morganalatina21 · 1 year

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Teach Me

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

Hermione Granger x fem! Potter! Sly!reader

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

Word Count: 3.1k

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

James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dad!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah right.

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

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

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

The girl only laughed.

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

"I'm gonna tell mom!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Go for her." The Weasley said.

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

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

Y/n hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But-"

"Don't think too much, come!"

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

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

"What's that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, you good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Professor Minerva turned the corner, looking at them intrigued.

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

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

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

“She was taking me to the dorms anyway.”

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

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

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

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

“Teach me.”

“Teach you... what? How to lie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

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

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

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

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

“It’s so beautiful.”

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

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

“Why you never flirted with me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hermione blinked, feeling a little tipsy already.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What ya laughing at?”

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

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

And she was right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hermione.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, technically...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part Two

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ayyeitssarahh · 1 year

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Kinkmas Day 7-Hermione Granger(Stockings)

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

Word Count:564

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

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

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

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

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

I say a quick thank you and follow after her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jealous

Hermione Granger x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n is a natural flirt but when a girl gets cosy with her at a party Hermione gets jealous, but when Hermione tries to do the same it backfires

Warnings: swearing, post-hogwarts, established relationship, jealousy, light angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of drinking, sex and nudity (non-sexual), reader is an animagus, Ron is a good friend

A/n: 2.3k words, non voldy au and once again wolfstars adopted daughter because I have no control x thank you so much for the request, enjoy love 💛

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Hermione didn’t hear what her friends were saying, her eyes were focused on you. A few minutes ago, she wouldn’t have batted an eye, but a few minutes ago Cedric and Cho were also there and a few minutes ago that ex puff wasn’t giggling like an idiot and hanging off of your every word

She tried to ignore it, people natrually gravitated toward you. It wasn’t technically possible but you inherited Sirius’ gene for flirtation, pair that with Remus’ soft-spoken side and people were goners…her included.

She knew deep down you were just chatting and had no reason to feel like this but she was growing a little tired. The girl wasn’t exactly turning down dates right and left but she wondered how you would react if you were in her shoes, what if you had to watch some beautifully sculpted being slobbering all over her…or maybe the next best thing

Hermione wasn’t exactly proud of her next decision but that didn’t stop her pulling her ex up to dance, an ex who she was still best friends with but the way she started dancing with him wasn’t very friendly

“Mione” Ron gently stops her from grinding into him “What are you doing?” he whispers firmly, looking awfully confused

“Making y/n jealous” she admits, turning around to face him arms moving around his neck

Ron sways with her hesitantly, face softening but the confusion remains as his eyes flick from you, who’s happily talking with some girl, to her. The boy had no idea what his friend was doing, a year ago he would have been killed for this and in truth he would be the first to admit he hated you for a while, but now he was happy for you both, you treated Hermione the way she deserved, far better than he ever did

So what the hell was she doing?

“I thought you two were solid?”

“We are…but” she huffs “She’s always so flirty Ron. I do love that about her, it's one of the reasons I fell for her. It's just…I want to make her a little jealous because she’s always so unbothered. Like last week this guy asked me out and she was completely unfazed” she argues, growing a little annoyed as she remembered you didn’t even look up from your book, no reaction, none!

Ron's eyes widen, trying not to chuckle

“Mione I understand being jealous…believe me” he says and she giggles nodding “But this isn’t the way to fix it” he cups her cheek “Just talk to her, I wish I had cause then maybe I wouldn’t have lost you to someone…” he shakes his head “...someone way better suited and so much better for you” he gives her a smile before he drops his hand back to her waist

She sighs, nodding herself

“I hate when you’re right” she grumbles playfully, igniting more giggles

“It does happen very rarely, must be a blue…moon” his words trail off as he sees you heading up out of the party quickly

“Must be” she giggles but then clocks his expression, looking in the direction he is staring but there’s nothing out of the ordinary “What was it?” she asks turning back

“Y/n left” his eyebrows knit

A pit forms in the girl's stomach uncoupling herself from Ron

“Was she alone?” she hated herself for asking, the moment she said it she wanted to punch the little green gremlin in her stomach

Ron gives her a look she can only describe as hitting that gremlin in the noggin “Course she was” he says firmly “She might just be going for more firewhisky or Neville's stash but you should go check on her just in case she did just leave”

She nods, beginning to walk away but turns back to ask “When did you grow up?”

He chuckles “When I lost you and gained a brain” he jokes light-heartedly, no malice in his voice “Now go get her”

She gives him a smile before making her way through into the hallway, asking some boy if she saw where you went and being told you went through the fireplace

Heading home via the floo network, she was met with a still flat besides a trail of light coming from down the hall. The bedroom. Reaching the door she finds it ajar, light from the room flickering through the small crack. She was about to push it open when she heard it…a sniffle…although it’s more like a whimper?

She slowly leant one ear towards the door checking she heard it right, maybe it was just allergies you didn't know you possessed or a very strange crackle from the fire but it wasn’t and that broke her heart

You rarely cried. Movies? Yes. Bambi hitting pretty hard when she made you and Harry watch it…thinking back that probably wasn’t her smartest moment

No, tonight trumped that, big time

“Y/n?” she calls out

She hears rustling of sheets then a yip of some kind before it’s followed by a distant swear

“I’m getting changed!” you say quickly before nothing

Hermione swears she can hear the cringe, more so she can picture it, the little cringle on your nose, the rare yet cute embarrassment flooding your expression…shame it was bittersweet

“That was a terrible excuse wasn’t it?” you ask, an awkward laugh escaping your lips but she can hear the graininess in your voice from crying

“Little bit yeah” she nods even though you can’t see it “Can I come in?”

Please say yes

“Promise you won’t laugh”

She new that tone, already trying to suppress her laughter

“You know I can’t but I can try” she offers

There's a small silence

“Okay you…you can come in”

Hermione pushes the door open, pressing her lips together as she sees you sitting on your shared bed, the sheets clearly like you were hiding under them with a blanket covering your figure

“Are you nude?” she inquires but she already knows what happened

You nod, not shyly or really embarrassed more just…well she can’t place it, you had never looked this way before, so timid, so unlike yourself

“You startled me and I forgot to shift back with my clothes” you say quietly, fiddling with your fingers “Actually that's a lie I somehow still have one sock” you stick your foot out of the blanket, wiggling it around

She lets out a quiet giggle “What did you lose this time?” she asks, moving to sit next to you but keeping a little distance in case you didn’t want her there

“Just my shirt and underwear…oh and the other sock” you gesture to your jeans and jacket hanging over the chair “Got tired so I was going for a nap ya see”

Half of that was a lie

She could see the glistening of your cheeks, painted by tears, stray hairs sticking to them. Eyes puffy, raw almost bloodshot…and still that look she couldn’t place, a look that terrified her

“You go back to the party, I’ll get a good nap in then I’ll be good as new” you say softly, sadly, that usual charm in your voice gone

“Sweets” your face scrunches at the pet name, face tilting away from her “Please look at me”

You swallow before turning to look, tears brimming your eyes, leg shaking as you plan what to say

“What's wrong?” Hermione wonders, hand moving to cup your now bare knee as you had managed to shrug the blanket off when you showed her your one socked foot and shaking

“Do you still…still want me?” you ask, voice a broken whisper

Her mouth drops open, that expression she couldn’t place was clear now, no wonder she couldn’t read it, you were feeling insecure

“Course I do” she shifts closer, grasping your hands “Why…” she closes her eyes “...sweets it wasn’t like that with Ron, It was just a dance” she tries to explain but you don’t seem to gain any solace from it

“Not from where I was standing” you quip with a foreign lace of bitterness “You said you were over him, that he’s just your…”

“Friend, he is just my friend” she cuts in, panicking over where this was going, panicking you weren’t looking at her anymore “Y/n”

“Why then?” the tears fall down your cheeks, voice cracking

She cups your cheek, bringing your face around so she can see you properly “I wanted to make you jealous” she confesses, shame evident on her face

“Jealous?” you shake your head, eyebrows knitting “Am I not giving you enough attention?”

Suddenly the roles switch, you’re moving to comfort her, thumbs running over her knuckles, face switching from upset and mild anger to sympathy and worry

“You are” she nods “You are” she repeats a little quieter but harder

“You sure? I know I blew off our date last week on the day…”

“Sweets…”

“...so fucking stupid of me to do. George and Fred were setting up their new store and I should have…”

“Sweets”

“...told them to fuck off cause so what if I’m the third own…”

“Y/n!”

“...er…sorry, so sorry” you take a few quick breaths, re-gaining your composure

“It’s not about the date, I honestly forgot about that and if you recall you took me up a hill to watch the sunset later to make up”

“Wait so if it isn’t that or…why?” you look a mix of confused and fearful as you wait for the answer

“Would you believe me if I said it was because I was jealous?” she poses

Now you were perfectly clueless and her heart ached. You had no idea what you had done, completely innocent and she hurt you for no reason…even if she had one nothing merited what she did. You never consciously made her jealous but she did and it was down right cruel now she thought about it

“You were talking to some girl and she was…well you’re so flirty and I was just…I’m sorry” she takes a moment to breathe and you let her, listening sadly “I wanted to get a reaction out of you, make you feel possessive…that's not the right word but just…you don’t ever get jealous, or annoyed when someone makes a move on me and I guess wanted to force it out of you. ”

“You’re wrong”

“What?” she cocks her head

“You’re wrong, I do get jealous. Very jealous” you shrug “You know how many people talk to me like I’m not your girlfriend? They think because I’m a flirt they can subtly tell me how hot and smart you are as if you’re my single friend and not my girl” you say with clear emphasis on the last part

“Why have you never told me that?”

“I was scared you’d think I was like Ron…sorry” you flinch at your words, apologising

She knows what you mean though and even if you think you've overstepped, given the circumstances you were more than in your right to say it

“I’m like my dad. I use flirting as a coping mechanism. Everyone thinks I’m this happy, confident person when in reality I have the same…hell sometimes I think more insecurities as everyone else”

“What kind of insecurities?” she inquires, letting you fiddle with her fingers

“I’m a bit of a tomboy for starters. I never cared much at school, I was fine with a pass but sometimes I hear people talking about how you’re dating an idiot…a hot idiot but an idiot” you let out a little laugh as does she “You have this amazing career and I’m so fucking proud of you" you look her in the eyes as you say it, honing in your pride before looking away "I feel like you could do so much better than me…merlin I could be here all night love I mean we haven’t even got onto physical stuff” you motion to your body and she grabs your hand

“You’re beautiful. Do you have any idea how good you dress, tomboy or not everything you wear is sheer perfection. God, I wish I had your style, why do you think I steal your clothes so much? For one they smell like you and two, they are so cool!” she tells you, cupping your cheek “As for my career, all I care about is that we are happy with what we do. Yeah the ministry can be tiring and I want to kill some folks on occasion but I love it, just like you love the shop. Our happiness trumps everything else. I love coming home and hearing about your day because I never know what to expect. You make my life exciting! If anything I’m the boring one...”

“Are not” you argue “Who made you think that? I’ll make sure a damaged shipment gets directed their way”

She giggles leaning forwards, forehead kissing your own “I’ll give you a list” she says half seriously

Theres a comfortable silence before you pull back, meeting her eyes

“Please tell me next time” you plea “My heart can’t handle that again”

She presses her lips to your forehead, lingering there for almost a mintue

“I will. It’ll never happen again…never ever” she kisses your cheek “Never” your other cheek

She continues whispering ‘never’ between each kiss across your face. This goes on for some time. When she finally looks at you you’re smiling, a little bashfully actually and it makes her heart soar

“You missed one more never here” you tap your lips

She pecks them softly but as she parts your hand comes to the back of her head and holds her lips in place, extending the kiss before she can mumble the word

When you finally break apart you flick your thumb across her cheek “I love you and I’m going to tell you every day until you don’t want me anymore”

Hermione's heart flutters, how could she ever believe you would ever stray elsewhere? You looked at her like she was your everything and she was never making that mistake again...because if she did, she really would lose you

“I promise you the exact same. You better get ready because when we're in our 70’s and you forget, that's it, divorce” she jests and you bark a laugh

“Agreed”

Thank you for reading 💛

#hermione granger x reader #hermione granger and reader #hermione granger x you #hermione x reader #hermione and reader #hermione granger fluff #hermione fic #hermione granger angst #golden era #wolfstar daughter #remus x reader #sirius x reader #robynsrequests

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writing-with-syd · 4 months

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- 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 -

Apocalypse || Blaise Zabini x Gn!Reader

summary: Blaise and Y/n share their first I love you's

Inhale, Exhale || Blaise Zabini x Gn!Reader

summary: Y/n has an anxiety/panic attack during end of year exams. Blaise is there to comfort them.

Shot in the Dark || Blaise Zabini × Gn!Muggleborn!Reader

summary: Blaise can’t help his feelings for you, but you know it could never work

- 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

Happy you exist || Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

summary: Harry shares his fears, and Y/n is there to comfort him.

- 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 -

Hidden Confessions || Hermione Granger x Fem!reader

summary: Y/n and Hermione confess their feelings while studying in the library

Slow Dancing || Hermione Granger x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

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

- 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 -

First time for everything || Ron Weasley x Gn!Reader

summary: Y/n convinces Ron to have a date at an ice skating rink.

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damsel-in-mistress · 1 year

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Dramione drabble, 92 words

"Malfoy!" She drew a shallow breath, licked her lips.

Draco's head snapped up, silver gaze alert. The way she said his name made him shiver inside. He thrust again, deep and slow.

She gasped, arched towards him. "I hate you."

He smirked as her breathy confession ended on a moan. And then there was that one sound of hers again - his complete undoing. He all but growled as she ran her nails down his back, urging him closer, deeper.

His voice was strained, husky. "Merlin - I hate you, too, Granger."

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omg-hellgirl · 1 year

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what are some top tom and hermione fics? I feel like I can’t find any of the older classic ones on ao3😭😭

I will speak for myself. They are my favorites.

R. v. Riddle by devdevlin

Darling by Ariel_Riddle

era appropriate by esotyric (devilrie)

Fortune In Spades by LittleMulattoKitten

The Best DADA Teacher Knows Dark Arts by y3llowdaisi3s

the best bad girls go to hell by Sighned_Anonymous

The Riddles of the Soul by SilviaFogs

There are definitely more, let me know if you want more. I know that we're all missing the classics, but I'm hopeful that the wave of fanfics like these will come back one day. Anyway, there are still talented writers writing in the fandom, it's not my cup of tea, but i still gave it a chance (and I didn't really relate). You should give it a chance too, if it really isn't your cup of tea either, well, I can relate to your angst. part 2

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #hermione granger #harry potter #tomione fanfiction #tomione #tom riddle x hermione granger #hermione fic #tom riddle fic #hp fanfic #ao3fic

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 24 days

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Dramione Part 2

“Dray…what are you doing?” He was incredibly close. Hermione could feel his breath on her skin. Goosebumps rising. “Dray..?”

“You tell me love? I seem to lose all composure around you. You’ve had me sitting on grass right now.” Draco says eyes shimmering in the light

“Yeah.” Hermione answers, mesmerised.

“You’ve got me pinning you down from something almost trifling.” He did tease her

“Yeah.”

“And you’ve got me aching to kiss you.”

“So.”

‘So?”

“What are you waiting for? You already got an invite.” She did invite him here.

“You shall be the death of me.” Draco whispers looking up at her.

“I am perfectly alright with that if dying is what i’m assuming it is.”

“The loss of a life?”

“How unromantic of you!”

“Then?”

“This.”Slowly Hermione closes the gap and plants her lips on his, Draco grips the side of the couch, his control slipping. Hermione smiles against his lips. Draco was certain she knew what she was doing. She leaned back, her lips mere inches away.

“I wish someone just saw us.” Draco says softly against Hermione’s cheek.

“Why?”

“So the rumours spread even more and I don’t have to act cordial and chaste in public and resorting to making detours to the room of requirements.” Draco’s eyes flitted around the room. It had transformed to the Slytherin common room on Draco’s request; however it seemed to contain red in certain places. He loved the idea of her in every thing he did.

“Why? What are we to you.” Hermione noted how his posture straightened.

“Definitely not a one time thing darling, I don’t care if we ditch the Malfoy last name and become Grangers I am not letting you go for some buck-tooth, mud-eyed, undesirable-.” Hermione giggled and pushed a finger to his lips.

“Easy there snake, easy.” Draco frowned.

“I don’t like snakes.” he mumbled against her finger.

“That’s ironic since you’re in the house of snakes.” Draco chuckled as he leaned into Hermione even more. She was comfortably warm and soft.

“Alright. What do you like?” Hermione asks, tracing along his jaw.

“You.”

“Who knew you could be such a romantic.” Hermione said leaning in for a kiss.

“Are you certain? Utterly certain? You’re not being forced are you?” Hermione asked frantically as she paced Draco’s dorm. She’d come through a mirror they’d enchanted. Draco merely chuckled as he fixed his hair by hand, slightly straining his shirt. Blushing slightly Hermione turned her gaze to the hem of her sleeve that she’d been fiddling with.

Without missing a beat he moves towards her and locks his fingers with hers. ”You’re the only one who can force me to do anything i don’t want to now.”

“Wait till your father hears about this,” Draco gives a small smile.

“He has.” Hermione turns pale.

“Oh Draco. What did he say?” she can closer and examined him closer. “What did he do? Did he threaten you? Me?”

“No nothing brash like that.” Hermione calmed.

“He disowned me.” Hermione’s jaw fell.

“He wouldn’t didn’t you tell me he was shaping you as his ‘heir’ ; he only has one son!” Draco held her close, her head on his chest. She could feel his heart.

“He gave me a condition, either I leave you and marry Astoria as planned and I receive my name again or I remain with you and everything is taken from me.”

“Your mother…”

“Is too in love and too scared of him to dare question him any more.”

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have made our relationship public.”

“So everyone would speculate you were going around like a harlot shagging every man on site, I’d rather he added my head into the pile!” Draco said his ears lightly red.

“Oh come one, sure they’d think i have a guy but it’s me,” Draco looked at the beautiful girl in his arms. That’s exactly why, it’s you

“Come on, we’re going to be late before they think we’re doing something concerning.”

Hermione looked up and batted her eyes at him.

“Like what?” his heartbeat raced in her ear.

“Minx.”

“Weasley, Potter.” Draco said nodding to each, Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.

“Be nice you promised.”

“This is nice and I promised to be cordial, this is cordial.” Hermione rolled her eyes and drunk her butterbeer. She’d have snatched up a firewhiskey if she could.

“This is utter bollocks.” Ron cut in. Hermione glared at him.

“Watch your mouth Ron,”

“Or what.” he said, coming closer.

“My wand and you would have a few words, unless you’ve forgotten about the birdies.” Hermione raised her wand and Ron turned a little pale. “They miss ya.”

“Alright, alright, i’m down.” Ron said, moving back into his seat. Harry hadn’t spoken a word instead had had his eyes on Draco the entire time. Hermione changed her attention to him.

“Harry.”

“Hermione.”

“Say something will you.” Hermione said, reaching over and taking his hand. Draco felt something dark and green rise up his chest and climbed into his ear whispering words he never thought he’d hear and as he narrowed his eyes at the interaction he wondered just how deep he felt for the bushy haired girl beside him.

“What do you want me to say.” Harry said, sitting up and removing his hand from Hermione’s. He turned his attention to Draco. The two locked eyes but it was Hary who spoke first.

“I don’t like you.” He said bluntly.

“Feeling’s mutual.” Draco said nonchalantly as he crossed his arms.

“You are always up to something.” Harry said, interlocking his fingers.

“Interesting how you think I have the time.” Draco said tilting his head at the information.

“And I hate your guts.” so did almost everyone else he knew, get a ticket and stand in line.

“A mutual thing between us.”

“You two dating feels so wrong.” Harry frowned even more.

“Better than the two of them?” He said, nodding his head at Ron and Hermione. He stayed silent.

“Hermione love, have i made you uncomfortable in anyway shape or form?”

“NO!”

“Have i made you even once regretted the day we started dating?”

“No! Never.” He looked over at Ron and Harry.

“Any questions you boys want to ask?” Draco asked her question like knives to their skin.

“No.”

“Then we’re all good!” He stood and held out a hand to Hermione. “What do you want to do now?”

“I’m hungry.” Hermione said, surprising the other two boys a little. Hermione was barely outspoken about food. But here she was, it was not like

“Lunch?”

“Yeah I'd like that thank you.” smiling. She’d gotten used to his ‘special treatment’. She took his hand and they walked out of the room together. Ron and Harry were left. Harry pulled out a little artefact. It was a small little blue ball.

“She’s not cursed.” Harry said as he stood from his seat. “The orb’s still blue.” Ron stood as well as he eyed the door, his ears red like a furnace.

“Unbelievable.”

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ilovethemoon3 · 1 year

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Imagine Ron being insecure about being skinny and Hermione comforting him by telling him that he’s the most handsome man in her eyes and then Ron starts blushing so hard because it’s the first time Hermione calls him “handsome” 🥹and then he asks her to say it again AHSGHAJDKSH

#romione #ron weasley #ron weasly imagine #hermione granger #ron x hermione #hermione fanfiction #hermione fic #harry potter

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peppershark · 1 year

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[New] Gloss ch. 30

“You’ve done nothing but think, darling girl. You’re in your head, but I feel you unwell here.”

With the crinkling sound of water, he places a hand over her chest.

More bubbles rise to the bottleneck in her throat.

No no no… stay down…

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the-oblivious-writer · 10 months

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Wanna Be Yours |2|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Gryffindor V Ravenclaw

Notes: Gonna be my last post for a few weeks, Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): Swearing, throwing up, mentions of underage drinking & blood

Prologue|Previous Part|Next Part

Stressful was definitely one of the many words to describe how the past few weeks have been. With exams and quidditch, Y/N has found herself swamped with work. Luckily she was able to keep up with her classes..except for one.

Arithmancy.

It was the one subject she just couldn’t get. Ask her to brew a potion from scratch? Y/N has that handled. Want to know the name of every star? Y/N Y/L/N’s your girl. Need help in Defense Of The Dark Arts? She’s who to call. Just not about Arithmancy.

So here she was, studying the materials for the hundredth time. Y/N had been sitting there for a good hour now and the numbers and symbols were starting to mix and blur. That was when she knew she should call it a night.

Y/N packed her things and left the library before walking through the school’s halls, half asleep. She had been up since two in the morning and it was now almost curfew. At some point, Y/N zoned out during the walk to her dorm.

I really need to stop pulling all nighte-

The Slytherin is pulled out of her trance when she feels a body knock into her.

“Hmph- '' a girl let out in front of Y/N as both their books dropped to the ground. Y/N looked down to see the brown haired girl who she bumped into. Y/N instantly recognized her to be the Gryffindor she caught staring at her during the first day back at Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry about that” Y/N said as she knelt down to pick up the fallen books.

“It’s okay.” Hermione then knelt down to help pick them up. Y/N finally looked at Hermione again when she gave the Gryffindor her book. They both stood up and there was an awkward few seconds of silence until Hermione held out her hand.

“I’m Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger” she let out, introducing herself to the Slytherin. Y/N looked at Hermione’s hand and then back to her face. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” she responded, taking the other girl’s hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N. Even if it was by crashing into you” Hermione jokes which pulled a small laugh from Y/N.

“Yeah, I really ought to watch where I’m going next time,” Y/N responded back as they disconnected their hands.

Hermione looked at Y/N for a moment. As she was about to say something Y/N’s name got called causing her to turn her head. Her gaze meets a bloody nosed Link being held up by Amelia and Leo. “What the bloody hell happened?” Y/N asked with raised eyebrows.

Before Y/N went to them, they walked over to her. “Take a wild guess” Leo remarked, he was getting tired of Link’s antics. Y/N sighs and turns back to Hermione,“I gotta uh —she points back to Link— but I’ll see you around. At least I hope I do” Y/N looks Hermione up and down as she says the last part before walking away with the others.

—

“So let me get this straight–” Harry started as he sat down, “Y/N bumped into you, the others showed up, and she said that?”

“Yes” Hermione looked between the two boys, not sure where they were headed with this.

“She was flirting with you, Mione,” Ron simply said before biting into a chocolate frog. “Isn’t this the same girl you’ve been making googly eyes at since seco- ow!” Hermione hit Ron with the Daily Prophet before he could finish his sentence

“Be mature Ronald. I have not been making googly eyes at her. And I can’t help it if I’m a naturally observant person” Hermione claimed defensively. Ron only rolled his eyes in response before Harry cut in.

“But you fancy her, don’t you?” Harry cursorily asked Hermione. She thought for a moment before answering.

“Well, this is the first time I’ve ever even spoken to her,” Hermione responded, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Well you certainly fancy her enough to stare at her hour after hour” Ron mumbled, earning him a kick from Hermione. But it didn’t wipe the smirk off the ginger’s face.

Eventually the three went to bed, Hermione thought about the interaction over again before falling asleep.

—

Y/N was sound asleep, peacefully dreaming about Merlins know what. Well, that was before Amelia woke her up. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Y/N only groaned in response as Amelia clapped her hands. “Come on, it’s Raine’s quidditch day. They’re up against Gryffindor.”

Y/N hesitantly lifted herself up, mumbling a few curses before finally standing up. She changed and put on the Ravenclaw scarf Lorraine had given her a few months prior.

Amelia and Y/N made it to the quidditch field and sat down in the Ravenclaw stands next to Leo and Link who waved them over. Leo was still laying into Link about the previous day. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that dumb” Link defended as Amelia and Y/N watched with amusement.

“How is attempting to do a handstand on your broom, one hundred feet in the air, while not being able to do a handstand in the first place, not dumb?” Leo asked incredulously.

“Well when you say it like that..” Link trailed off while Leo rolled his eyes in response.

“Bloody idiot” Leo mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

—

Gryffindor won the match and they were holding a party in their common room to celebrate. The victory also meant a loss for Ravenclaw which meant comforting Lorraine. If she was anything she was serious about quidditch. It made sense considering Oliver Wood acted as her mentor when she first started out. It seemed he passed over some of his competitiveness.

When it came to parties at Hogwarts, everybody went. No matter what they were for, who lost, who won, people still showed up. Amelia asked if she was going to go but Y/N declined, not wanting “Lorraine to drown herself.”

By the time everybody left, Y/N was softly knocking on the Lorraine’s dorm door. “Go away” she heard from the other side. Y/N sighed and spoke up. “Oh come on, it's me. I even brought over some sweets I found in Link’s snack stash” Y/N said, raising the bag up as if the Ravenclaw could see it.

She heard shuffling and footsteps on the other side of the door before it opened slightly. Lorraine looked through the slither opening, looked down at the bag then at Y/N before opening the door all the way.

“Come in” Lorraine sighed before going back to her bed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows,“What do you mean?”

Lorraine rolled eyes before answering. “I don’t want to be comforted right now, okay? I just want to forget about the stupid match. I’m sick of the pitiful looks I’ve been getting.”

Y/N nodded in understanding, sometimes Lorraine wanted to talk and sometimes she didn’t. The Slytherin placed the bag on Lorraine’s nightstand before grabbing a few things out of it. “I made sure to swipe some of your favorites. How about a night in? Just you and me” Y/N offered.

Lorraine patted the spot next to her and Y/N happily sat on the bed. Lorraine grabbed her laptop and opened it. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating sweets. Eventually falling asleep.

Y/N woke up, looking at her surroundings confused before remembering where she was. She looked down to see Lorraine with her head on her chest. Y/N carefully got up while gently moving Lorraine not wanting to wake her up. She then reached into her pocket for her phone. She squeezed her eyes shut as the phone’s brightness shined at her.

There were a few messages from Amelia and Link and a couple from Leo. But being too tired, Y/N just made a mental note to reply in the morning and instantly fell back asleep. What woke her up was the sun shining through the room's window. She winced a bit from the light as she covered her face.

“Look who decided to wake up” Lorraine said as she moved around the room. “None of my roommates are back yet but they will be soon encase you wanna make a run for it” she offered.

Y/N mumbled,“Good call, Rainey” before getting out of bed. The only roommate of hers that Y/N could tolerate was Luna. Eventually she left after saying goodbye and made her way back to the Slytherin common room. Unfortunately a certain professor was waiting at the door.

“Professor Snape.”

“Y/L/N.”

“Are you aware of the time?” he asked with an unamused expression. Y/N looked at her watch then back at the professor.

“It is seven thirty six” Y/N answers, Snape humming in response.

“And do you know when curfew is?” Snape crossed his arms as he waited for a response. Y/N huffed a bit before answering. It was far too early for an interrogation.

“Ten pm” she sighed.

He was getting too old for this shit.

“Good, so you were aware of what time you had to be in your common room. You were also aware of what rules you were breaking. Twenty points from Slytherin and detention for a week, starting today.”

Snape walked away after giving her one more glare. Y/N flipped him off with his backside facing her, before heading to her dorm room. She walked in and heard somebody throwing up. Y/N went to the bathroom where it was coming from to find Amelia hunched over and puking.

“Drank too much I presume?” she rhetorically asked, not expecting her puking friend to answer that.

“Nobody likes a smartass,” Amelia replied before throwing up some more. Y/N got a water bottle then placed it on her friend’s nightstand.

After a couple of minutes, Amelia walked out of the bathroom as she wiped her mouth with a towel. Y/N gave her the water bottle,“Thanks —she took a sip— oh and you know how you’ve been struggling with Arithmancy?” Y/N hummed in response. “Found you a tutor.”

“Who is it?”

“Hermione Granger.”

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sarcasticfina · 4 months

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fic: playing nice with the enemy (and even nicer with each other) category: harry potter ship: hermione granger/james potter rating: pg-13 prompt: pictured above; dress by taylor swift fashion: dress tags: au - hermione grew up with marauders; set in marauders/first wizarding war era; secret relationship revealed word count: 10,192

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As they walked away from Fleamont, Hermione cast her gaze around the room. “Why do I feel like I stepped into a snake’s nest?”

“I think you have.”

Hermione tilted her head to see him. “And what’s a lion doing here?”

“Reconnaissance.” James squeezed her arm against him. “Though, dad had an idea about appealing to the masses’ underutilized humanity.”

“How?”

“Reminding them they have nothing to fear so they’ll be less inclined to follow a madman.”

“Something simple then.”

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cherrycrate · 1 year

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Hope is sealed in Pandora's Box - a dramione fanfiction

Update!!

"An unstoppable force meets an immovable object."

Being a healer at St. Mungo's meant living, breathing, bleeding research and work to ensure your patients would get to live another day.

However, while employed by the Malfoy family to heal young master Draco, Hermione felt like she needed a patient as much as he needed her. She would have to work hard to keep this need alive, while balancing her private life and Malfoy family history.

Hello!! Thanks for all those who always reblog, leave kudos and just generally read my story! It means the world to me that my work is seeing the light of day and that people seem to enjoy it??? Wow, anyways, as always a big smoochers to those who even just read the first sentence, love you guys!!

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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.

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