#hermione imagine

[dc-marvel-life]

That Dang Snake

Pairing: Hermione Granger

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

Word Count: ~900

A/N: So I know that I write for DC and Marvel, but some things I write for Harry Potter. Since I haven't been getting any requests, I will put this series out this week. Please ask for a request!

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(Not mine GIF)

Hermione decides to go to the library to get some studying done in a quiet place since the Triwizard tournament is happening, and she doesn’t want to get too far on her studies. She opens her books and gets right to work ignoring the world around her, but that doesn’t last long because of the group of bothersome Slytherins in the corner. It was Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy, and the one and only, Y/N who were all making so much noise.

Y/N is a fourth-year Slytherin who is the star chaser on the quidditch team and is very intelligent while being the school fuckgirl. Everyone wanted to be her or wanted to be with her. She was funny, kind, smart, arrogant, and a little cocky all wrapped into one. Y/N was well-liked throughout the school but towards one group. The golden trio doesn’t really like Y/N because Y/N is a part of Draco’s gang. Y/N never does anything about Draco’s taunting, she just stares or walks off somewhere else.

The only reason why Y/N hangs out with Draco’s gang is that Y/N is a pure-blood and hung out with Draco growing up. They just have a bond that can’t be broken, even though he can be a dick. Y/N tries to change his ways but it never works. Behind closed doors, Y/N always scolded him for being so mean toward the trio. That is the one thing Y/N hates about being friends with them but she just lets it go to be with her best friend.

They are just making too much noise in the library for Hermione to study right now. Hermione looks around to find Madam Pince to see if she is going to put a stop to it, but she is nowhere to be found. So Hermione decided to take things into her own hands. 

“Can you guys please quiet down? There are some people in the library who actually need to study and get some work done. We can’t do that when you guys are making so much noise” Hermione says confidently, trying not to show that she is a little nervous addressing the group.

“Why don’t you quiet down over there mudblood. We are just over here minding our own business supporting the next top of the class. Are you jealous?” Draco says pointing at Y/N and Hermione is taken aback a little bit. Sure Hermione is at the top of her class right now but close behind her was Y/N. The frustrating part about it for Hermione is that Y/N didn’t need to study as much to get good marks as her. But Hermione wasn’t jealous of Y/N but more admired how she juggle her social and quidditch life on top of her studying. 

Then out of nowhere, Y/N smacks Draco upside the head while not breaking eye contact from the book in front of her. The group starts laughing and Hermione covers her hands over her mouth to not laugh.

“You don’t have to answer that Granger” Y/N says lowering her book to look Hermione in her eyes. When she did that something came over Hermione that she never felt before and she couldn’t explain it. 

“She is right though guys. You guys are making way too much noise in here, go back to the dorms and I will meet you there when I am done studying” Y/N says and the gang all listens to her and go back to the dorm without too much of a fuss. Hermione was shocked that they all listen to Y/N and she actually defended Hermione. After all the years that they have been at school she has never stopped the bullying towards the trio. What has changed Hermione thought to herself. 

“Thank you for getting them to leave by the way,” Hermione says to Y/N. 

“No problem, they were getting on my nerves too. They were just getting too excited for the next quidditch match” Y/N says putting down her book and staring at Hermione.

“Well I bet you are going to do great against Hufflepuff,” Hermione says putting her book down too.

“So you like watching me play,” Y/N says with a smirk and Hermione blushes a little. 

“Well, I don’t come to watch just you. I come to support my house and watch them beat you,” Hermione says with her head held high and Y/N chuckles a little bit to herself. 

“Well, how about you come to the next match and I will make sure to give you a show to keep coming back for more” Y/N says leaning forward on the table and Hermione's face turns red.

“I may come to the match if you answer this question for me,” Hermione says and Y/N gets up and comes over with all her stuff to Hermione’s table.

“What is the question?” Y/N asks while sitting down.

“Why did you stop Malfoy this time from picking on me and not any other time” Hermione ask on the edge of the sit waiting for the answer. 

“I want to start getting on your good side,” Y/N says while winking and grabbing all of her stuff. 

“See you at the match Granger,” Y/N says and walks out of the library leaving a stunned Hermione. 

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[dumbass-hoeblog]

NO ONE CAN TELL ME THAT GEORGE WEASLEY DOESN'T HOLD YOU LIKE THIS IN HIS DORM

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[ilguna]

☼ advanced (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; when all of your friends left you for changing, Hermione was the only one that stayed.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 1.6k

notes; READER IS RAVENCLAW.

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It didn’t take you very long to discover that the professors of Hogwarts don’t actually care about the academics of their students. If they did, then they’d offer more challenging material for those who need it more than others. Like you, for example.

There have been countless times where you’ve asked for harder assignments because what they were giving you was entirely too easy. You’d blow through their work in fifteen minutes, and then they’d expect you to make yourself busy until the end of class, as if that made any sense.

They didn’t want to give you harder work, because that meant they’d have to create a whole new curriculum for you, basically. They wanted you to continue to follow along with their lessons and do well in class. Harder work meant potential failing grades, and they weren’t going to take the chance.

So, you moved onto seeing if you could work ahead of your class. However, that only worked for so long. The only teacher that even entertained the idea was Snape, surprisingly, and that was mostly because he wanted to see how much you could do before you gave up.

You liked it, because that meant you’d have to read the potions book for once instead of skimming over it. You stayed up for countless nights finishing papers, excited that you finally had something to do. 

He got tired of watching you turn in work weeks in advance, because that meant you weren’t paying attention in class. Which isn’t entirely true, because you often found more helpful information in the class, and you were able to correct your mistakes—what little you had. Besides, you think he was fed up that you didn’t tap out.

It brought on a brief phase of doing other students’ work, especially the older students, until you got in trouble for that. It was fair, you couldn’t really complain about it because it made sense.

The very last effort you made was taking the issue up with Dumbledore, in hopes that he’d side with you and possibly talk to the teachers about giving you more nutritional work than what they had to offer. Instead, you were shut down and told that everything is taught at a pace for a reason.

Since, you’ve decided that you don’t really care about showing up to class anymore. If they’re not going to try and help you, after you’ve asked them several times, then you’re not going to humor them. What’s the worst they’ll do? Give you detention?

Well, they have. Each time you go, it’s the same bullshit about finishing your work, and then you can go. And each time, you finish the paper in ten minutes and slap it on the Professor’s desk on the way out. They don’t even bother to stop you anymore, because they know the work is actually done.

What a shame, really. You’ve spent a lot of time lately, thinking about what other students they’re letting down by going about it this way. In muggle schools, they have advanced classes for students who are ahead. You can’t understand why they don’t do the same here.

They’re all about bright witches and wizards, until they have one right in front of them. Of course, maybe it’s because of the house you’re in. It’s expected of ravenclaws to go above and beyond in their work. Maybe there have been hundreds of other girls and boys like you, looking for more and then repeatedly being let down. 

You would transfer, if you could.

“I was thinking we could go to the Three Broomsticks tonight.” Hermione bounces, looking between you and her two other friends.

Hermione’s the only real friend that you’ve managed to keep this year. The other friendships that you’ve taken years to perfect have all vanished into thin air. It must have something to do with them being afraid that your troublesome behavior is contagious. At least, that’s what you like to think, because they all stopped coming around when you began to skip class.

You can’t explain just how weird it is to go from being the most popular student in ravenclaw, to being not talked about at all. They were proud to call you one of them because of your test scores and excellent behavior, but it took a sharp turn when you no longer followed the criteria of the house.

You thought that shit would only happen with the slytherin’s—you suppose betrayal can happen anywhere.

When it comes to Hermione, though, she can’t bring herself to care. She can see why you skip class to cause discussion with your Professors, but she always turns her nose up when you mention detention. It’s an idea that’s never crossed her mind once, and it didn’t cross yours for a while, either.

Besides, she’s friends with Ron and Harry, who are friends of yours by association. The two of them are always getting in trouble, whether they mean to or not. She had to let go of the fact that you had unintentionally turned into one of them, without ever meeting them before.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. You’ve had a few conversations with the two of them, none of them were meaningful enough to remember.

“Sounds good,” Harry says, “Are we going to be studying again…?”

Ron makes a noise, “Please, no.”

“Yes, we are. There’s going to be another round of tests. The Professors warned us about this last week. We need to be ready.” She says.

“Hermione, I think you and (Y/n) are the only ones that care.” Ron says.

“I don’t need to study.” You give him a look, “And you should care. If your grade drops any lower, I think they’re going to kick you off the quidditch team.” 

“They won’t.” Harry says.

“I don’t care, anyway.” Ron rolls his eyes, “Let them try.”

Hermione places her hand on Ron’s shoulder, tilting her head, “I care.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, suppressing the urge to slap her hand off of him. Or better, get that look off of her face, “I can’t go.”

“Why?” She pulls her hand away, a frown appearing.

“I got detention.” You lie, crossing your arms and looking away.

“What? When? I thought you said you were going to stop skipping.” Hermione says.

“It was last week,” You say, “And I said I wouldn’t do it as often, not that I would stop altogether.”

You share a look with Hermione, and she doesn’t seem very happy. You’re not sure what she wants from you, exactly. You might be lying to her about having detention, but you did say that you would try. If you stop, then that gives them the impression that you’ve given up. And you’re not a quitter.

You wouldn’t mind going to the Three Broomsticks tonight, it’s just that you’re not really in the mood to watch her be all touchy with Ron for the rest of the night.

“Is something wrong?” She finally asks.

“Nope, I’m fine. I should go, I’m going to be late.” You stop walking, “I’ll see you guys later?”

“You can’t meet us there?” Harry asks.

“I’m making up a test. That’s why the detention was postponed for so long.” You shrug, “I’m going to head back to my dorm when I’m done.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” Ron waves, you lift your hand.

You turn around, heading the direction you came from. There’s no doubt that Hermione caught on to the lie towards the end. If it weren’t for you, she would be the top student in your grade. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone pick apart a sentence so thoroughly before.

You make it through two hallways before you hear your name being called. When you look over your shoulder, you’re met with Hermione. “You’re not actually heading to detention, are you?”

“I am.” You squint at her.

“Really? What class?”

“Snape’s.”

“Snape doesn’t have his detentions on Wednesday’s.”

“I have to make up a test. The deadline is soon.”

“He couldn’t have done it yesterday?”

“I don’t know, I don’t make the schedules, I just show up.” 

“You wouldn’t mind me walking you there, then?” 

Your eyebrows twitch. You should’ve known she’d do this.

“What’s the purpose of that?”

“To make sure you get there.” 

You press your lips together, “You don’t believe me.”

“No, I don’t. Snape was very specific at the beginning of the year that he’d make no exceptions.”

“It’s not an exception if he organized it, right?”

“Let’s go.” She begins walking, and you walk behind her a few steps.

You shake your head, “What are Ron and Harry doing?”

“They’re going to meet me there.”

You sigh, “Why are you doing this?”

“To make sure you’re telling the truth.”

“Am I not trustworthy to you?” You ask her, “And even if I’m lying, don’t you think I’d be doing it for a reason?”

She scoffs, “Humor me by telling me what that reason might be.”

“Maybe the fact that I can’t stand to see you so touchy with Ron.” You spit, she keeps moving for a second, before she stops to look at you.

“Why would that matter to you?” She asks, “You’re lying to get away from me, so you can’t care that much.”

“Take a guess, Hermione.” You grit your teeth.

You watch her think over it, and slowly, you’re able to watch the color flood her cheeks at the realization. There’s only one reason that it would make sense for you to try and distance yourself from her, and it’s the same reaction that a lot of people would have if the person they liked didn’t feel the same way.

“Oh.” She murmurs, “Okay.”

You raise your eyebrows, “That’s it?”

“No, well, yes,” She smiles nervously, “You feel the same way that I do.”

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[specialagentlokitty]

Hermione x reader - forever together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Hermione. Hermione Granger.”

You looked up this time.

“(Y/N)…” you mumbled out.

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you not going home?” She asked.

You looked up at her and shook your head.

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

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

You scoffed a little.

“I’d much rather stay here.”

She frowned.

“Do you want to come to mine?”

You looked at her and shook your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great! Do you need help packing?”

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

“That’s everything?”

“Everything I own.” You shrugged.

Hermione frowned.

“Really?”

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

“No money.” You replied.

She laughed a little and held up a bank card.

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

You looked up at her.

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

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

“Just write down whatever it is you want.”

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

“You don’t want anything else?”

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

Hermione frowned even more.

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

She wondered what your home life was like.

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

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

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

“For me?”

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

You cracked a tiny smile.

“Thank you…”

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

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

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

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

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

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[tiny-tini-imagines]

Would it be okay to request a Hermione x female Slytherin reader? The reader stole Hermione's old spell book, and Hermione suspects her correctly of stealing it. Reader lies about where the book is, so Hermione places a spell on her so her nose grows when she lies like Pinocchio. Reader lies so much that her nose grows out the open window for birds to land on. Reader finally tells her about where the book is, and the "why" is what gets to Hermione. It turns out Reader stole the book in order to fix it as it was an old worn out book. Hermione asks why Reader would do this, Slytherin tries to hide her crush for Hermione, but her nose grows yet again, revealing her feeling for Hermione.

Re.: Hi, Thanks for the requests, it's totally okay, and I'm excited to write about some other franchises too. Hope you like it <3

Imagine - Harry Potter/ Wizarding World

Hermione x female Slytherin Reader

summary: Hermione believes that the reader has stolen her Spell book, and enchants her to find out the truth

The golden afternoon sun was just shining through the windows of the library, a place known as Hermione Granger's sanctuary, a place of boundless knowledge. She'd spent countless hours among the dusty books and magical texts, always seeking to expand her understanding of the wizarding world. But today, something was amiss.

Hermione had discovered that her old spell book had gone missing. The leather-bound book, filled with her thoroughly notes, had vanished without a trace. A gnawing suspicion gripped her, and she couldn't help but think of the clever Slytherin who always seemed to be one step ahead.

Her heart pounding, Hermione set out in search of answers. Her footsteps echoed through the towering shelves as she navigated through the library, a place she knew like the back of her hand. There, tucked away in a secluded corner, she found you, the ey/hc Slytherin whose reputation for cunning and resourcefulness was well-known throughout Hogwarts.

You were hunched over a book, your fingers turning the pages as you absorbed the knowledge within. Hermione's gaze flickered to the bag at your side, and her suspicions grew stronger. Could her missing spell book be in there?

Summoning her Gryffindor courage, Hermione approached you. "Excuse me," she began, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency. "I couldn't help but notice that you've been spending a lot of time in the library lately. Have you, by any chance, come across a brown and old looking spell book?".

Your gaze met hers, and there was a flicker of uncertainty in your y/ec eyes. You hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "No, I haven't seen any spell book," you replied, your tone steady.

But Hermione was not easily dissuaded. With a subtle wave of her wand you heard her say "Veritas Nasus", casting a truth-revealing spell upon you. Almost instantly, your nose began to grow, stretching out like a physical manifestation of your dishonesty.

You tried to maintain your composure, but the lie weighed heavily upon you. As you continued to deny any knowledge of the missing spell book, your nose grew even longer, snaking its way out of the library window. Birds perched upon it, utterly perplexed by the bizarre sight.

Hermione watched, her heart a mixture of frustration and curiosity. What could drive someone to such extreme deception? Her resolve remained unshaken, and she fixed her gaze upon you. "Tell me the truth," she implored, her voice softening. "Why did you take the spell book?".

Your eyes darted away, avoiding her piercing gaze and beautiful eyes, as you thought. "I... I took it because it was old and falling apart," you confessed stuttering, your voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to fix it for you.".

Hermione's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "Fix it? But why, why would you do that y/n?".

As you hesitated, trying to suppress your true feelings, your nose grew once more, betraying the unspoken truth. Hermione's eyes widened as she watched the impossible happen before her.

Finally, you couldn't hold back any longer. "Because I care about you, Hermione," you admitted, your voice trembling with vulnerability. "I've always admired you from afar, and I couldn't bear to see something important to you in such a state. I wanted to do something to make you notice me, because i like you.". You felt your cheeks getting warm, and looked down.

Hermione's surprise was palpable as she took in your confession. Her heart softened, and a small, understanding smile graced her lips. She extended a hand towards you, her touch gentle as she reached out to grasp your fingers. "You didn't have to go to such lengths to get my attention," she said softly. "I've noticed you for a long time.".

As the truth hung in the air between you, the library seemed to fade into the background, while you were both staring into each others eyes.

With a newfound sense of honesty and understanding, you retrieved Hermione's spell book from your bag. Carefully, you handed it over to her, your fingers unintentionally brushing against hers.

Hermione's fingers traced the familiar leather cover, her expression softening as she looked at the repaired pages. "You've done a remarkable job," she said with a smile, her eyes meeting yours. "Thank you, y/n.".

A warm flush of pride tinged your cheeks at her praise, and a genuine smile graced your lips. "I'm glad you like it, Hermione. It was my way of showing how much I appreciate you."

Moved by your sincerity, Hermione decided it was time to release you from the spell's enchantment. With a short wave of her wand, the nose spell dissipated, causing your nose to return to its normal size. You sighed with relief and thanked her again.

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[willsimpforanyone]

Hey! I'm glad to see ur requests r back open! I've missed uuu! Could u do a Hermione Granger X Fem!Reader fic, where R needs help with a subject and Hermione tutors her in the library, leading to a library make-out session. Thanks so much!! Byyyyyeeeeeee :)

you're so sweet! thank you for being so patient!

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"Y'know, I don't think that's how you study."

Hermione's amused tone lifted my head from where I'd been faceplanted in a book. I scowled at her.

"Maybe it is, you don't know that, maybe I'm capable of word-osmosis."

She stifled a laugh, always mindful of being quiet in the library. "Word-osmosis? Now you're just making things up." She slid into the chair next to me and pulled the book so it was between us. "Let me help, what's got you stuck?"

I muttered something about potion ingredients and Snape and "wolfsbane is literally monkshood, why do I have to write down wolfsbane when I know it as monkshood?"

Hermione hummed in agreement, but took my notebook and quill and placed them exactly in front of me. "Alright, I know it's ridiculous that Snape will mark you down if you give the wrong name for something, but you can't let him get you this way." She pointed to the first of the ingredients of the potion recipe on the page. "This says 'hollyhock', but what does Snape know it as?"

Wracking my brain, I made an attempt. "...rose mallow?"

I squeaked in surprise as Hermione planted a kiss on my cheek. "Yes! Okay, write that down and we'll keep going."

It took me a second to pick up my quill, but I wrote down 'rose mallow' as part of my recipe translation.

"Next one." Hermione pointed at 'silver ragwort'.

I knew that one off the top of my head. "Silver dust."

Another kiss on the cheek, slightly closer to my lips, another ingredient translated and written down.

A pattern emerged as my girlfriend helped me study. For every wrong answer, she would make me translate out loud the previous three ingredients. For every right answer I was rewarded with her lips on my skin, though frustratingly never exactly where I wanted them.

By the final and sixteenth ingredient, I was squirming slightly in my seat with a flush creeping down my neck. Maybe if I got this one right, maybe this time she'd finally kiss me. "Um... garden sage?"

Hermione's eyes lit up and a grin spread over her face. "Well done, my lovely, you've done all the ingredients!" She flipped the book closed and picked it up. "But I think you've done enough today, come along." She began walking to where I'd gotten the book from.

Slightly thrown off, I shoved my notebook and quill into my bag and dashed after her as quietly as I could. She couldn't just leave me, that was borderline cruelty.

We wove between bookshelves as I followed her haphazard path. "Hermione!" I hissed. "I've been kissed fifteen times and unless my maths is wrong, I am owed a sixteenth kiss!" I rounded the corner and was grabbed, Hermione's arms secure around my waist as she spun me against a bookshelf.

My breath was knocked out of me and all I could focus on was her smirk.

"I owe you a kiss, do I?" Hermione's voice was soft and a little breathy.

I didn't know where the book had gone and frankly I didn't care. I focused desperately on listening to any sounds that might indicate other students but was met with silence. My girl was too good to get caught in her own temple.

"You want a kiss..." She pecked my forehead. "...here?" I smiled, but shook my head.

"How about..." The tip of my nose got a quick kiss. "...there?"

I made an undignified whining noise. "'Mione, c'mon."

Her eyes flickered to my lips for a split second, before she grinned once more. "Are you sure you don't want me..." She leaned in close, taking my earlobe in her teeth for a single moment. "...here?"

I inhaled sharply as Hermione pressed featherlight kisses from my ear down my neck. Clutching at her shirt, I suppressed the tiny moans threatening to release.

She worked her way back up my neck. "Is that enough of a reward for you, baby?"

Almost without thinking, I shook my head and Hermione let out a quiet laugh. "My girl, so demanding." Finally, fucking finally, she pressed her lips to mine.

Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her neck as I felt her pull me closer. I played with her loose curls as she parted my lips with a squeeze of my waist. Gasping into her mouth, I tried incredibly hard not to be too loud- I would never hear the end of it from Hermione if I was anything above a whisper in a library.

She grinned against my lips as if hearing my thoughts. She pulled away from me only to smooth down my neck, taking her time to graze her teeth over the sensitive skin. My head fell back against the bookcase as she decorated me with dark marks and I tried to steady my breathing.

After only a few minutes, Hermione pulled away fully, leaving her hands loosely holding my hips. "Will that do, babe?"

Slightly dazed, I grinned manically. "Never."

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a bit of a shorter one but i hope you enjoyed!

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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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[t-h-i-n-g]

Hello im R

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

These Moments

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

word count: 1.1k

summary: you wish moments like these would last forever.

warning: NOTHIN BUT FLUFF

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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November Prompt 11: Peace & Quiet

Words: 380 | Pairing: Hermione Granger x reader

There’s a certain stillness that envelopes the library when everyone is asleep in the comfort of their dorm rooms. There’s a rule that students aren’t supposed to be out of their beds at night, but you and Hermione felt most alive between the endless sea of books, thrived in the peace that came from it.

You both were the librarian’s favorites and you’d both managed to gain a free pass in exchange for your silence on the matter. And in the same sense, it was nice to have a secret amongst girls. Young, eyes wide hovering over the pages of books, both new and old, minds curious, and curls spilling into each others as if each word of knowledge has bonded you two together.

Hermione sits next to you, perfectly still, aside from her fingertips gripping the corner of a page to turn it. You both lean against the wall at the end a row of books. Tucked in a part of the library not many ventured, even during the day, it had become your spot. You’d both found comfort in that tucked away section all year long.

You lean down against her shoulder, taking in the words as they slip quietly from her mouth in tiny whispers. She’s been reading about Polyjuice potion for days now, but you can’t imagine why someone would want to pretend to be someone else.

A soft yawn slips from her mouth mid-sentence and you sit up against the wall again, taking the old, dusty book from her fragile hands as she leans against your shoulder now.

Before you pick up where she left off, you allow yourself to feel her warmth. You take it all in. The warmth on your shoulder, the faint hum of white noise, the very distant clacking of the librarian on her typewriter downstairs, and the whispers of the candle-lit fires in the lanterns that hang overhead. And just before you look down at the page, you glimpse over at Hermione and she smiles softly, curls wild and eyes battling sleep that seems to elude the two of you. And in this very moment, in the peace and quiet, in the stillness of the library between a sea of books, there’s a bond brewing that will indeed, last forever.

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[katcoquette]

Hello!!! Can I get a Harry Potter ship?? I'm 5'4, I have short dark hair and dark eyes. I'm a scorpio and I'm a Ravenclaw. I like painting/drawing, playing keyboard, reading and jogging. I love horror movies, or psychological thrillers, even though I get scared easily. Growing up I was a really well behaved kid, but I'm also moody and I can get annoyed easily. If I don't like you at first, it's going to be really hard to change my mind. Oh, and when I meet new people, in the beginning I'm pretty shy, but after you get to know me I can shut the f*** up.

I ship you with... Hermione Granger!

Your secondary pairing (the other person I was considering) is Ron Weasley.

Hermione admires your intuition and perceptiveness when it comes to meeting new people, and as soon as they leave the two of you immediately get together to discuss it. You were right, afterall, about her when you’d first met and bonded over your love for painting. You’d talked for hours the first time you went out, with no topics off limits.

Nothing had changed since then; you had the type of relationship where neither of you ever ran out of things to talk about with each other. The only time you’re ever quiet with each other is when you’re watching scary movies. She hates them but doesn’t tell you that until months into your relationship because she knows how much you love them. Eventually, she ends up loving them as much as you do, and the excuse to cuddle is always a plus.

The two of you are the perfect pair, and hardly fight when there’s something you disagree on. While her perspective is grounded in reason and logic, you’re able to rely on your instincts, and combined this makes for a strong relationship. She can tell when you’re annoyed before anyone else and teases you about how often it happens.

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[dc-marvel-life]

That Dang Snake

Pairing: Hermione Granger

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

Word Count: ~2.1k

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

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

Narrator P.O.V

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened to you?” Hermione questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ilguna]

☼ daggers and nightshade (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; Draco finds out that you're dating Hermione, and he wants to tell your parents.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 2.7k

notes; reader is slytherin and Draco's sister.

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There are times when you wish Draco wasn’t so set in his opinions, because they tend to reflect back on you, and it’s always the ones that are the worst. It’s the way he treats people from other houses, different bloodlines. Draco believes that the world should fall at his feet, and if it doesn’t, then he’ll make it.

He’s self-sufficient, he never needs help from anyone. If he finds himself backed into a corner, he has a way with getting himself out of it. Even if it means he has to burn bridges and step on other people’s toes. It’s the same mindset that your father has, it’s learned behavior.

He should be ashamed of himself, treating people the way he does. You’ve tried to convince him a couple times that it doesn’t hurt to have friends from everywhere, but he doesn’t believe you. He’s so dead-set on only making friends in slytherin, because that’s all your bloodline is made of.

Lately, he’s been more insufferable than ever. You can’t even talk to him about your friends or what you’ve been up to, without him telling you to shut up. He doesn’t care, all he wants is to talk about him. To him, it’s more important that he’s happy, than his own sister.

You wish he would listen to you, or at least let you talk without telling your parents. There’s been so much that you’ve up to lately, schemes you’re sure that he would enjoy if he’d give you a chance to explain them. There’s nothing better than fucking with people, especially when it’s harmless fun.

If you were to even bring up anyone from the gryffindor table, he’d walk away and ignore you for the rest of the day. He’s more tolerant of the hufflepuff's and the ravenclaw’s, but that doesn’t mean he’s interested. He brushes you off, tells you to go make some friends that he actually wants to hear about.

You’ve stopped trying to talk to him. You’ll let him chat your ear off, if that’s what makes him feel better, because you care a hell of a lot more than he does, but when the conversation is turned on you, you shut him down. For someone that can’t stand to hear about your daily life, he gets really irritated when you don’t talk when he asks you to.

You tell him that he doesn’t actually care, he disagrees and says that if he didn’t care, then he wouldn’t ask. You’re smarter than that. You’ll probably get a sentence in before he’s on his feet, going to go hang out with Blaise and Pansy. You’re just saving yourself the irritation.

You cap your ink bottle, twisting it tightly. Pansy looks up from where she’s studying on her bed, watching you for a moment. You fan the journal to quicken the drying process, not wanting the ink to carry onto the other page.

“I thought you were going to study all night?” Pansy asks, she sets her quill down to stretch, letting out a yawn. “Are you leaving me?”

“I made some last minute plans.” You tell her, scooting off the bed. You set the open book on your bedside table, along with the ink and quill. “I’ll be back later tonight.”

“How late?” She asks, “When you say that, it’s always past curfew.”

“You know me.” You grin, straighten your skirt, and then go to pull on your socks. “It won’t be as late tonight.”

“Who are you seeing, anyway?” She asks.

You tilt your head at Pansy, raising your eyebrows. Does she really think that you’re going to tell her? She’s best friends with Draco, and even if she doesn’t go and tell your brother, she’ll definitely tell Blaise. You’ve been very careful to keep it from them, and chose past curfew because you know Draco doesn’t want to get caught again. 

He doesn’t like being around Hagrid, which means he’ll do anything he can to avoid it.

“That’s my secret.” You slip your shoes on. “I’ll see you later.”

“Probably not, you’ve been getting quieter each time you come in. We don’t even notice it anymore.” Pansy shrugs, “Have fun doing whatever it is you do.”

“Thanks, Pansy.” You smile, “Good luck with studying.”

She rolls her eyes, waving her hand. You go out of the door and through a hallway of doors that lead to other dormitories. You find that the common room isn’t that busy, like it usually is this time of night. It’s about an hour and a half until lights out, everyone uses this time to catch up with friends and get ready for bed.

You’re almost hoping that Draco isn’t out here, too, thinking that he might be with his friends in their dorm, but you’re not that lucky. Draco’s sitting on one of the black leather couches next to the fireplace. He’s twirling his wand between his fingers, talking to Blaise.

You lock eyes with him briefly, before turning away. He sits up, finishing his sentence, turning to face you. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to hang out with my friend.”

“Right now?” He asks. You stop walking, turning to look at him. Draco’s eyebrows are furrowed, glaring at you slightly. 

You place a hand on your hip, “What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s almost curfew.”

“I’m well aware, Draco. I’ll be back before lights out.” You lie, he squints at you briefly.

“You’re going to get in trouble with Snape.” He says, “And you might even cost us points for the house cup.”

“I don’t care.” You tell him.

You watch as his cheeks turn a gentle shade of red, angry at you. “Whatever.”

You shake your head, turning away and heading out of the slytherin door. The walk to the astronomy tower is far, and mainly quiet. You pass a lot of groups of students heading back to their own houses. You’re only stopped a couple of times by professors, warning you that it’s getting late. You promise them that it’s a quick errand and you’ll make it back in time for curfew.

You’ve noticed that you’ve gotten better at lying. You figured out that it’s easier than telling the truth half the time. As long as you tell them what they want to hear, they typically won’t bother you again, or think about coming back to fact check. The only times it doesn’t work is if someone else ruins it by accident.

You haven’t had that happen just yet, but you know that you’re due pretty soon. You try to make up for it by being on your best behavior for the day. You’ll do your homework, and extra work, you’ll study and volunteer your time for other people. The harder you work to be good, the easier it is to justify being bad, too.

Besides, you’re not that bad. You understand how your parents feel about muggle born witches and wizards, but you can’t bring yourself to be like them. It’s bad enough that Draco agrees with them. And honestly, the last thing you want to do is lie to them, it’s just easier this way.

You take your time going up the tower’s steps, figuring that she hasn’t shown up yet. Unlike you, your girlfriend’s house is a lot closer than you are, allowing her to leave later. She’s also lugging around an invisible blanket, that’ll conceal her from getting caught later tonight. She’ll be here in a few minutes.

When you get to the top of the tower, you wander over to the balcony. It’s your favorite part of the night, getting a second to breathe fresh air and stare at the stars in the sky. They’re bight, and beautiful. You wish that the professors would allow students to come up here during the night, even if that meant one of them would have to monitor the group that’d gather.

The sound of shoes on a wooden staircase makes you turn. There seems to be no one there, until she pulls the blanket off of her shoulders, revealing herself. You can feel the butterflies rise in your stomach at the sight of her.

“Hey, Hermione.” You smile.

“Hey.” She says, folding the blanket, and carefully putting it off to the side, where she normally leaves it. “I can’t stay late tonight, I need to be up early tomorrow to help Ron and Harry with their work.”

“That’s fine, I’m just happy you’re here.” You kiss her, soft and warm lips on yours. She lets out a nervous giggle after, and you go to sit with her on the balcony. “Are they falling behind in Snape’s class again?”

“Yup, and I offered to help them last week but they insisted they understood.” She gives you a look. “I’m fairly sure Snape hates me more than usual, too. I don’t know why he bothers asking questions if he doesn’t want the answer.”

“We both know the real reason.” You laugh.

She smiles, shaking her head, “Yeah, I know, I’m Miss Know-It-All.” 

“You’re going to be an amazing witch, Hermione. I know it.” You lean against the railing, “You’ll be known as the greatest witch of our time.”

“I’m not sure about that.” She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks are turning a warm color.

You two catch up on what she’s been doing since you saw her last. As much as you wish you’d be able to hang out with her during the week, it’s practically impossible. Your two schedules are conflicting, she’s got a routine down that she doesn’t like to disturb, and so do you. And you’re busy most of the time around the castle, with your other friends, studying, helping professors, monitoring Draco. 

There’s also the fact that if Draco ever knew you were around Hermione frequently, he’d tell your father, and you’d get your ass handed to you. He isn’t stupid, either. He has a pair of eyes and a working brain, he’d catch on that you and her are more than friends.

Before you know it, a whole hour has passed. Hermione was meant to go back to her dorm an hour ago, because she still has to make the walk. You wish she had more time, but you wish this every time the two of you spend time together.

“Alright.” You sigh, leaning into her, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yup.” She moves her hair out of her face, closing the gap between you two. It’s a long kiss, letting you know that she doesn’t want to leave either. You’re afraid of what’ll happen in the summer. There’s a good chance you’ll end up drifting apart, sending letters is risky at home.

The sound of a shoe stomping onto the wood makes the two of you jump apart, turning to see who it is. Your blood runs cold at the sight of Draco, mouth open, looking between you and her.

“Draco.” You start, pushing yourself up.

“You were kissing Granger.” He says, it’s not a question. “You like a mudblood.”

“Draco!” You shout, body going warm, “Don’t call her that.”

The corners of his lips twitch upward, “Wait until father hears about this.”

You’re on your feet in an instant, “You will not!”

“(Y/n)--!” Hermione shouts, “Quiet!”

Draco’s begun to hurry down the stairs. Unfortunately for him, you’re flying down them quicker than he is, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Forget your mom—if your dad finds out about this, you’ll be grounded for life. He might even pull you out of Hogwarts and have you transferred entirely. He won’t have you ruining the pureblood line.

You slam into the back of Draco, arms locked around him. He trips, sending the two of you tumbling down the rest of the stairs and onto the first landing. You let out a hiss, hand grabbing the side that slammed into the staircase. Draco’s uttering out curses next to you.

“Don’t touch me, you filthy—”

You sit up, punching his thigh. He shoots upward, grabbing the area, glaring at you. If you’re going to be covered in bruises, then he is too. Especially if he thinks he’s going to tell your father, and he isn’t.

“You can’t tell him, Draco.” You shake your head, “He’ll send me away.”

“That’s what you get for kissing a muggle born.” He spits, nose scrunching.

You shove him, getting back to your feet. You have to fix your skirt, smoothing out your hair. You can hear Hermione coming down the stairs, taking her time. Probably afraid of what she’ll walk into.

“It’s not fair that you get to be happy, and I don’t.” You say, wanting to be strong, but the tears spring up in the corners of your eyes anyway. You swallow thickly, shaking your head, “It’s bad enough I don’t fit into slytherin, you’re going to go tell father that I’ve found someone I want to be with? You know he’ll be mad. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t disown me.”

“That’s not true.” Draco rolls his eyes, getting to his feet too. 

“You don’t know that!” You shout, “It never comes back down on you, because you’re the heir! I’m just the disappointment. You saw how he reacted when I said I was friends with gryffindor and hufflepuff students.”

Draco’s face falls. He was standing right there when the screaming match started. You got sent to your room for the rest of the week, you weren’t even allowed to eat at the table with them. Your mom dropped off your food at your door, and you were told to leave your dirty dishes outside. You don’t think you’ve cried that much, ever. And that was just over friends.

If he knew about Hermione, he might kill you himself. It’d be easier than presenting you to the other pureblood families.

“I don’t understand why you like her.” Draco says.

“She makes me happy.” You tell him. “Please, don’t tell father.”

He stares at you for a long moment, and he briefly looks at Hermione, who’s stopped behind you. He presses his lips together, nose crinkling at the sight of her. Or maybe the idea of you kissing her. Or him keeping a secret from your father for once.

“Fine.” He agrees, “I won’t tell our parents, but this doesn’t mean I’m going to be friends with her.”

“You don’t have to be.” You let out a breath, “Thank you.”

He makes a face, and then his shoulders fall, “So this is where you go to hide out with Granger?”

“It’s usually only for a few hours. We were just about to head back.” 

He makes a noise, “We should go before Snape comes.”

You nod, turning to look at Hermione, who’s eyeing Draco warily. You place your hands over hers, which are holding the invisibility blanket. She’s going to pull it on as soon as you and Draco leave, so he doesn’t know that she has it.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” You tell her, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Or not.” Draco mutters.

“Don’t get caught on the way back.” She tells you.

“We won’t.” You say, turning back to Draco. You push him to go down the next set of stairs first. 

He squints at you, “If you push me again…”

“I have no reason to, this time.” You say.

The walk down the stairs is quiet. Hermione doesn't move from where she is at the landing. Draco waits until you’ve gotten most of the way down, checking behind him to make sure she’s nowhere near.

“Do you actually like her?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been together?” 

“For a couple of months.” You shrug.

His eyes practically bulge out of his head, “Months? You kept it from me for that long?”

“It could’ve been longer if you weren’t so fucking nosy.” You laugh.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he clears his throat, “I promise I won’t tell our parents.”

“Thank you.”

“But this means you have to tell me everything from now on.” He gives you a pointed look.

You let out a laugh, “In your dreams, Draco.”

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Clingy

Dad!Tom riddle X Fem!Reader

Fluff

"Mommy is mine!" Mattheo, your spirited three-year-old, shouted, pushing Tom's face away from you.

"Excuse me?" Tom feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "She is married to me, little buddy." He proudly displayed your ring on his finger, causing Mattheo to cry in despair. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your husband's playful antics.

Mattheo had definitely entered that clingy phase. He only wanted you to feed him, hug him, play with him, and put him to sleep. He absolutely despised when Tom even gave you a little peck on the lips, and oh, was Tom having fun teasing your little one.

In the past few days, Mattheo's clinginess seemed to escalate. Not that he wasn't clingy before, but now it had become even more intense. As you tried to cook, his little hands would constantly explore your body, causing him to become upset when Tom was around. In an attempt to scare Tom away, Mattheo would even throw his food at him, which only made Tom laugh even harder.

You gave Tom a knowing look and remarked, "I wonder where he got his bad temper from."

Tom affectionately placed a hand on your growing stomach and whispered against your head, "Let's hope this little one isn't as jealous as his brother."

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Hermione: why are threesomes only for sex

Hermione: why can’t I join in on a couples argument if I want to

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Ron: You’re writing with your left hand?

Draco: Yes. I’m ambidextrous

Ron: That’s so cool, mate, love who you love!

*later*

Ron: Harry, did you know Draco’s ambidextrous?

Harry: Really? You think I have a chance?

Hermione: …

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