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☼ 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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Wanna Be Yours (SERIES) -
Hermione can't help but want to know more about the Slytherin she saw defend her those years ago. She comes to learn that a lot follows with Y/N Y/L/N. Some of those things being unavoidable (STATUS: DISCONTINUED)
Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Drabble One
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𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲…
↱ golden trio x m!reader
↱ summary: being a member of the golden trio during first year
↱ cw: none
↱ a/n: requests are open, don’t be shy to request something:) here’s my list of fandoms i will write for
↝ you were from a well known, well respected wizardry family- it was no shock to you, or you parents when you were accepted in the finest magic school in the country. you were going to hogwarts!
↝ your mother had taken you to diagon alley to buy your school supplies that you needed, and while you were there, you saw a family friend, ron weasley. he smiled and waved, which you returned.
↝ finally, the day comes. you’re bouncing with excitement as your father leads you through the muggle train station, your mother trails behind.
↝ you hug your parents and the usher you on the train, and you make your way through the compartments- looking for a familiar face. you see ron sitting in a compartment with a boy you’ve never seen before. you knock, and ron waves at you.
↝ “do you mind if i sit with you?” you question, waving back at ron. ron shakes his head, “i don’t mind, do you, harry?”
↝ harry shakes his head, and you take a seat beside ron. “i’m y/n l/n.” you hold out your hand to shake his hand, “i’m harry potter.”
↝ you tried your best to not show your surprise on your face, “nice to meet you.” the three of you talked for the entirety of the journey, and soon enough, you had arrived at hogwarts
↱ you managed to squeeze into ron and harry’s boat before a brown headed boy could get in first- you later learned his name was neville.
↱ your first look of the castle immediately took your breath away. even though you heard stories of your parents time at hogwarts, it never compared to the actual thing. the castle doors opened, and all the children were ushered inside by a professor there. she introduced herself as professor mcgonagall, and let you all know that the sorting ceremony was about to begin.
↱ you weren’t exactly sure what the ceremony would be, so you looked towards ron. he was the only person you knew that had other brothers that would have gone through whatever ceremony that was going to take place.
↱ “fred wouldn’t say what it was, only that it hurt loads. i’m not sure if he was serious or not.” ron grimaces, but before you can reply, you get pushed out of the way by a blonde boy.
↱ he asks to be harry’s friend, all while  simultaneously insulting both you and ron. harry denies him, defending you and ron. mcgonagall returns before malfoy can respond, and you’re lead into the great hall.
↱ you can hear hermione telling someone about how the ceiling is bewitched to look like the outside somewhere behind you- but it’s so beautiful that you don’t find it in yourself to respond. both harry and ron get sorted into gryffindor, and once it’s your turn, you cross your fingers to join them. the sorting hat places you in gryffindor, and you couldn’t have been happier
↱ after dinner, percy leads the first years back to the dorm, and again, you can’t stop your mouth from hanging open. it was just so beautiful.
↱ after a week of classes, you’ll finally get to experience your first time on a broom. you weren’t too excited, but both harry and ron were, so you tried to be as positive as possible. the lessons went about as well as you expected- you were the last person to get your broom in your hand after saying “up.” not only that, but neville had broken his wrist, harry had somehow joined the quidditch team, and also been challenged to a duel by malfoy.
↱ harry had invited you and ron to accompany him to the duel, just in case something went wrong. the duel was set for midnight, so the three of you crept down the stairs, only to be stopped by hermione and neville. they continued on, only later realizing that they had been tricked, after almost getting eaten by a three headed dog.
↱ halloween came around, and the great hall was decorated beautifully- earlier ron had insulted hermione, which ended up with her staying in the bathroom for most of the day. the three of you split up at dinner, you choosing to check on hermione. it wasn’t easy, as she didn’t want to let you in at first, but later gave in. the two of you talked until a troll burst through the door. you and hermione screamed, hermione hiding in a stall while you under the sink. thankfully, ron and harry came to your aid, fighting the troll and causing it to pass out.
↱ you, ron, and hermione went to harry’s first quidditch game. it went well for the most part, until harry seemed to not have control over his broom. hermione then spotted that snape was muttering a curse, and immediately went to go cause a distraction. you and ron could only watch as harry went higher and higher into the air, until finally hermione set fire to snape’s pants. he then went on to catch the golden snitch, winning the game.
↱ you and hermione were going to be going home for christmas, so you both packed your bags, hugged harry and ron, and got onto the hogwarts express. once the train stopped back in london, you rushed to see your parents, waving by to hermione. two weeks later, you and hermione are heading back to hogwarts for the start of term.
↱ harry and ron fill you in on how harry received a mysterious package, containing an invisibility cloak, and how they discovered the mirror of erised
↱ towards the end of term, your professors start to mention exams, causing hermione to start making you, ron, and harry to study whenever you have a free moment.
↱ one afternoon, the four of you decide to go to hagrid’s, and while there, you discover he’s been taking care of a dragon egg. of course, the dragon decides to hatch. then of course, it bites ron, and so you convince hagrid to let ron’s brother take it. charlie agrees.
↱ you, harry, and hermione gather the dragon up and sneak into the astronomy tower, loading the dragon onto charlie’s friends brooms. unfortunately, on the way down, you get caught.
↱ because you were caught, the three of you are forced into detention with draco malfoy, going into the forest to hunt down a injured unicorn. hagrid splits you guys up: harry, draco, and fang, and you, hermione, and hagrid. while looking, hagrid sees the red sparks from someone’s wand and rushes to find harry and draco, finding draco with fang, looking terrified. minutes later, harry shows up, on the back of a centaur.
↱ some time later, you realize that snape is going to take the sorcerer’s stone, and rush to the trap door, finding fluffy already asleep. the four of you slide down the door, getting trapped in devil’s snare, and then having to find a certain key amongst hundreds. the came the chess game, ron sacrificed himself to win the game. harry then had to drink a potion to walk through flames, and you and hermione helped him figure out which one would work. after he walked through the flames, you and hermione grabbed ron and flew up through the trap door, rushing to tell mcgonagall. while on the way, you ran into dumbledore, who immediately rushed down to save harry.
↱ ron and harry were both out into the hospital wing, but only ron got out the next day. harry was asleep for about 4 days and he woke up the day of the end of the year feast.
↱ when you saw harry, you immediately ran to hug him, and told him you were glad he was alright. the two of you walked into the great hall that was decorated with slytherin colors, as they had one the house cup. dumbledore gave the four of you last minute points, which caused you to be tied, and then giving neville points for being brave enough to stick up to your friends. gryffindor had finally won a house cup!
↱ the train ride home was sad, you didn’t want to leave your friends. finally, after they all promised to write, you hugged them all goodbye, and went to rejoin your parents.
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Thigh Riding (Hermione Granger x Reader)
warnings: smut, mature topics
"Thats it pretty baby, hump mommy's leg like the good slut you are." Hermione purred, holding you down as you rode her thigh.
you weren't entirely sure how you got here, one second you're running back to an abandoned classroom with your friend because you forgot something, the next feelings were confessed and her lips were on yours.
it was a flurry of emotions for you. everything she said, everything she confessed, it made you ache with need for her. true you didn't know where this lustful, possesive side of her was from, but you loved it.
"I've needed you for so long, sweetheart. You're all mine now, say it." she commanded, pressing your hips further into her soft thigh.
"Your's. all your's." you barely managed a sentence, your voice breaking every letter you uttered.
"Thats a good girl." she said before stopping your movements abruptly. "I wanna feel that cute little cunt on mine, panties off." she ordered, helping you off of her before sliding her own panties off.
you climbed onto the table after her, allowing her to rearrange your body until you were on top of her. you were already about to orgasm, and her doing this made it even closer.
"Gonna cum f'me?" she asked as she grinded her hips against yours.
you were shaking from the adrenaline but managed a nod. "Y-Yes mommy." you stuttered, inable to speak clearly as she kept grinding against you.
"Good girl. Cum all over mommy's cunt." she commanded.
and she made you do just that, not stopping until she was pleased that you were hers. both of you then exiting the empty classroom with clutched hands and blushed faces.
Fin.
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Dancing In Pyjamas
Summary: Y/N and Hermione have been friends ever since they met in first year. But with a tournament involving death, romance and anger, could it turn into something more? Or will their insecurities and misunderstandings be the downfall of what could be the greatest romance story of the century?
Pairings: Hermione Granger x Jock!Fem!Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (platonic), Ronald Weasley x Reader (platonic, little bit of fighting).
Warnings: Studies, slight misogyny (from Ron), tooth-rotting fluff at the end.
A/N: This is my first time writing Hermione! I’m pretty sure she was my gay awakening...
Part 2
*not my gif*
You sat next to Hermione as the practice assignment was held in the hall. Ron was on her left, and Harry on his, whilst you had plenty of space on your right. Your quill scratched on the paper in the back of your book, multiple other dress designs scratched out whilst your final cutout of a feminine outline laid waste to your ideas.
You smirked as Ron got his head shoved back towards his paper by Snape, a caution as he talked to Harry. You weren’t really listening to what the boys said, but Hermione’s words were enough to draw out your attention.
“It might interest you to know that Neville’s already got someone.” She sneered at the boys.
Ron scoffed. “Now I’m really depressed.”
“Oh, please. You wouldn’t know depression unless it hit you in the face like a Bludger.” You smirked, observing Harry’s grin and Hermione’s eye roll.
You watched the twins opposite you hand you a note, gesturing to Ron before you handed it to him. He read it and Fred looked at you, an eyebrow raising whilst you nodded to the side.
He threw a crumpled ball of paper at the girl a few metres away, but you saw the winning grin of the older Weasley and knew he’d pissed off Ron.
“Oy Hermione… you’re a girl…”
“Well-spotted.” She retorted.
“You’re dead, Weasley.” You quietly chuckled under your breath.
You ducked just as Snape swiped his hand at Ron’s head, glaring at the four of you whilst he hit Harry’s head too.
“Well, it’s one thing for a bloke to show up alone… but for a girl, it’s just sad.”
If knives could have come out of eyes, Hermione would be guilty of first-degree manslaughter with at least 58 stabs. “I won’t be going alone because believe it or not, somebody’s already asked me.” She hissed, getting up and handing her book to Professor Snape.
She came back and you gave her a sympathetic look, but she slightly ignored you. “And I said yes.” She snapped at Ron, leaving the hall.
You watched her go, empathy filling your chest as you glared at Ron. He simply stared at you, almost waitingly. “Well? Who are you going with?” He asked.
“Definitely not you.” You chuckled angrily, giving your book to Snape too and he was impressed at your already dried calculations.
As you walked past Ron and Harry, you clapped the Weasley over the head; but with you being the Gryffindor Beater, that was a pretty hard smack.
You eventually found Hermione in the Gryffindor common room, heading up the stairs towards your shared room. “Granger, wait up!”
She sharply turned on the stairs and looked at you harshly, but you saw right through her. Tears brimmed in the corners of her calming brown eyes, reddening the whites around them before she stormed up the rest of the stairs.
You walked up slowly, knowing she had nowhere to go, and leaned against the stone wall as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Granger…” You sighed, walking up to her as you stripped off your robe.
“What, Y/N?” She hissed, still angry but you knew it wasn’t directed at you.
“Come on, let it out.” You pulled her up onto her feet, opening your arms up to her.
She hugged you tightly, a crack coming from your back even, and you simply enveloped her in your warmth. You held a large height advantage on her, as well as your bulked-up Beater-trained body that allowed her to hold you just how she wanted.
You and Hermione have been friends since first year. Whilst Ron and Harry would be mischievous together and be boys, Hermione would be left alone. She’d often find herself wandering the grounds of Hogwarts, eventually finding you in your oversized Quidditch uniform as you observed the training program. You were a scrawny little thing, only eleven years old, but you were determined. She’d watched you get absolutely beaten up by the Bludgers, many bruises already forming, but what sealed your friendship was simple:
A Bludger had been hurtling towards her face, surely going to knock her out, and you beat it away with your bat. You’d asked her if she was okay, and she thought that she should have been asking you that question. Laughs and giggles were shared before she offered to take you to Madam Pomfrey, who she’d noted down as she memorised the grounds.
Four long years you’ve been at each other’s sides, and yet here you were, unable to tell her how you feel.
“You okay?” You muttered, hand on the back of her head as it was tucked underneath your chin.
“I’m better.” She replied, liking the fact that you were warm.
“Good.” You sighed calmly, putting her back on the bed.
“Now, wanna tell me who’s taking you to the Yule Ball?”
“Only if you promise not to tell anyone else.” She pointed a finger at you, which just made you chuckle as you brushed away a loose tear on her cheek.
“Of course. I promise.”
“Viktor Krum.” She stated.
You held back your sigh of defeat. Of course he would have asked her, and of course she would have said yes. The two were so opposite, yet it worked - a big hunk of meat paired with a nerdy, intelligent, beautiful, astonishing, stubborn, childish, witty…
Yeah, that didn’t work.
“Okay.” You replied instead, kissing her temple as you stood upright.
“I’m going to go to Quidditch practice.”
“Y/N, Quidditch isn’t on this year, remember?” She chided playfully.
You rolled your eyes gently, giving her a calming smirk. “And who says I can’t train?”
Her tears were now gone, her heart was warm, and a smile was on her cheeks. “Bye, Y/N.”
Your job as her friend was done for now.
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You now stood with the other Gryffindors as Professor McGonagall explained the Yule Ball Dance, your legs annoyingly tucked together at the knee as you sat next to Hermione. You scowled at Ron as he made a comment about the girl standing behind you, hoping that she didn’t hear what he said.
“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasley…” McGonagall grabbed him and led him to the middle of the room, making you grin devilishly as you flipped him off.
He was about to do it back, but McGonagall corrected him to put his hand on her waist. The music started via Filch, the traditional waltz making its way into your brain and forcing you to tap your foot along to it.
You stood up as McGonagall inquired, counting the boys and girls and realising you were outnumbered. You quickly grabbed Hermione and whipped her into your arms, your hand on her waist and the other in her grasp.
“What are you doing?!” She shouted softly with no malicious intent.
“I’m saving you from dancing with someone like Dean or Seamus.” You replied just louder than the music.
You easily led Hermione throughout the dance, twirling her effortlessly before bringing her back into your touch. Your heart was thumping out of your chest and you were glad her head wasn’t resting against you, in fear that she would hear it race.
The laughter and giggles that came from her made your cheeks start hurting from smiling so much, inside jokes and sometimes even stomach-holding cackles made you stop dancing if but for a moment. Hermione eventually smirked at you as she swirled back into you, causing you to question her.
“Oh, it’s nothing… I just didn’t think someone like you knew how to dance to a waltz.”
“Someone like me?” You questioned.
“Y/N, come on! You seriously can’t expect me to know that you know how to dance?” She chuckled, making you grin as you realised she was teasing you.
“For your information, I tend to watch things from time to time.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, totally.”
You danced a bit more before McGonagall ushered you all out, your eyes darting to Neville as he spoke with Ginny, smiles on both of their faces.
“So what are you wearing to the Ball, Y/N? And you still haven’t told me who you’re going with!” Hermione snapped you out of your thoughts with a light slap on your shoulder.
“I’m not telling you, and… I’m not telling you.” You answered with a beaming grin that contrasted her dropped jaw.
“Come on! I told you! And you’ve seen my dress!” She whined, attempting to drag you down by putting some more weight on your arm.
Yet, your step didn’t falter.
“Alright, alright, I’ll entertain you. What do you think I’m wearing, Granger?” You asked as you stepped onto the moving staircase.
She thought hard for a moment; you knew because of the furrow of her eyebrows. “Something dark.”
You nodded. “Well, yes.”
“And something to cover most of you but still leave a few things to the imagination.” She continued.
You didn’t answer her, choosing to let her keep going.
“And…” She dragged it out, huffing in annoyance. “I don’t know! Just give me one detail!”
“Just one?” You asked for clarification.
“Just one.” She nodded.
“Alright… It’s not red.”
She was so tempted to shove you over the side of the stairs, but as they connected you to the Fat Lady painting, she just pushed you forwards. “You’re such an ass.”
“I know, right?” You clenched your butt and she let out a true snorting laugh.
You grabbed her by the forearm. “Come on, let’s get ready for dinner before you wet yourself.”
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The day of the Yule Ball had come quickly, surprising you all. You sat with Hermione as she changed behind you, your eyes flitting around the room to see anything but the blurred reflection of her naked back.
You could no longer deny your feelings. You wanted to show her your love, to caress every inch of her skin and tell her how beautiful she was. She could hardly see it sometimes, but her call to you to come and help her in front of the mirror was no help at all.
“Can you zip me up please?” She asked sweetly and you nodded, doing so.
You looked back up at the mirror as she let her curls fall back down into place, her hands moving towards the straightener. You quickly put your hand on top, using minimal pressure to guide it back onto the table.
“Y/N, I can’t go out with my curls in this state.” She huffed at you, but you simply ran your fingers through the underside of her scalp.
“Get some bobby pins and some hair ties for me, okay?” You asked her.
She looked you over, still in your sweaty Quidditch uniform, and sighed. She grabbed the necessary items from behind the mirror and watched you shyly as you worked on her hair. Her scalp thanked her for letting you do this, the sensation of your fingers calming her like nothing before.
Then, just like that, you were done. She opened her eyes fully and gasped at what you had done, spinning around to hug you tightly.
“Thank you thank you thank you!”
“It’s nothing, Granger.” You smirked, ushering her out of the bathroom so you could get ready.
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Hermione stood at the top of the stairs, anxiously awaiting your arrival. You promised her you wouldn’t let her go in alone, even if she wouldn’t be because Viktor would be at her side. After a few more minutes, she took one more glance up at the staircase behind her and sighed defeatedly, making her way down to Viktor.
He stood upright and bowed his head as she met him at the bottom of the stairs, taking his arm as he led her into line. As they walked down through to the main dance floor, she looked everywhere for you, hoping to see what you’d done with yourself.
And there, in the corner by the professors, was you.
She wasn’t alone.
But by the wizarding world, you were stunning.
A dark blue gown hid your legs and shoes, whilst dark blue sleeves did the same for your arms. However, she was starstruck at the impeccable design of an ombré over layer, starting the same dark blue at the shoulders and hips before billowing out into white, with little jewels sewn perfectly on to reflect the light above. Similarly for your eyes, dark blue eyeshadow started just above your mascara-painted eyelashes before gliding into a pristine white. Your hair was tied up in a bun, tight enough to hold it still, all whilst you gave her a kind smirk.
‘You look beautiful.’ She mouthed and you nodded to her in thanks.
‘So do you.’
She blushed slightly before the music began and Viktor guided her around the dance floor, letting her dress fill out with air as she spun. Yet, it felt… off. He was strong when he guided her jump, but he was also stiff. His lips were in a smile, but his eyes were somewhere else. His form was correct, but it felt practised.
She didn’t know it, but it wasn’t… you.
She watched you for some of the night, not dancing on the floor with the others all bunched up against you. You were quiet in the corner, just observing and having a bit of food here and there, a drink or two as well. However, noticing Ron and Harry at the other side of your table drew her eyes away from you for a while, which wasn’t quite a nice sensation in your chest.
Yet, watching her dance freely and being herself was more of a reward than doing anything else, even if she was dancing with Viktor.
Eventually, they came out of the mosh pit, all sweaty and puffing. Viktor pulled her towards the doorway, but she stopped him as she glanced at your table, to which he kissed her hand and told her to meet him at their destination when she was ready.
And that adorable little spin, accompanied by a smile on her face, made you grin at her. You moved over to the trio, showing Padma and Parvati Patil some very handsome and available Durmstrang boys that were eyeing them.
Hermione sat down next to Harry, her smile now closed. “Hot, isn’t it?”
“Granger.” You called her attention from behind the boys, sliding over a glass of water to her.
“Thanks, Y/N.” She gulped it down and you smirked, knowing that your Hermione was slowly seeping through the cracks of this beautiful one.
“Viktor’s gone to go and get drinks. Would you three care to join us?”
“Sure-”
“No, we’d not care to join you and Viktor.” Ron interrupted you, making Hermione’s face fall flat.
“What’s got your wand in a knot?” She shot at him.
“He’s a Durmstrang. You’re fraternising with the enemy.” He shot back.
“The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph?” Hermione scoffed.
“Ron, come on. The whole point of the tournament is to make friends with people from other schools.” You nudged him, but he shoved you back harshly to the point that you almost fell out of your chair.
“I think he’s got a bit more than friendship on his mind.” The Weasley growled.
“Are you drunk or some shit?” You growled back at him as Hermione stood up and walked away.
“What?” He asked.
“You just hurt her feelings! She’s been trying to have a nice night, making friends and dancing with her date, and you’ve just killed her mood!” You snapped, tempted to smack him hard this time.
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.
You were just about to lose it before Ron stood and moved away, your anger diffusing as you focused on the music whilst sitting next to Harry.
“You look beautiful.” He commented on your dress.
“Thank you - I made it myself.” You patted it down, smiling at him.
Eventually, you made your way to the coat hangers. Ron was grabbing his coat too, coincidentally next to yours and Hermione’s. Once he grabbed it, the beautiful blonde genius walked up next to him, leaving you to trail back and observe.
You never wanted Hermione to feel like you were trying to fight her battles for her.
“He’s using you, you know.” Ron started.
“How dare you?! Besides, I can take care of myself.” Hermione shot back.
“I doubt it. He’s way too old.”
“What?! That’s what you think?”
“Yeah, that’s what I think.” He said as they exited the mystical snow above them into the regular, unenchanted stone walls.
You could hear Hermione’s voice breaking. “You know the solution then, don’t you?”
“Go on.” Ron egged her on.
“Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort.” She scowled.
You stood at the doorway with your jacket folded over your hands, leaning against the wall as you watched Ron try to stammer his way out of his grave. “Well, I-I mean, that’s just- uh… that’s just completely off the point.”
Harry appeared out of nowhere and you watched as Hermione fell off of the edge, her tears starting to come through harshly at Ron’s last comment. “They get scarier as they get older.”
“Ron, you spoiled everything!” Hermione started to run towards him but he was already at the top of the stairs, too far for her to go in her heels.
Instead, she sat on the staircase - alone, with tears pouring down her cheeks and obscuring her vision as you settled into it. “Easy, Hermione. That stupid Weasley doesn’t know what he just lost.”
She felt your thumbs trace over her eyes, sweeping away every tear in either eye to see you more clearly. Your hair was out, albeit swept to one side, and you were adjusting your coat onto her shoulders. “There you go. Easy breaths, in and out. Remember?”
She remembered the vividness of one time where a Bludger had hit you straight into the ribs, winding you to the point of having you land up in Madam Pomfrey’s once more. The blonde witch taught you how to control your breathing, how to calm yourself whenever in a panic, and she remembered the feelings they gave her when you thanked her with a warm hug.
You gently took off her shoes and replaced them with yours, sneakers that nobody had seen because of your long dress. You helped her up the stairs, her shoes in one hand and her waist in the other, and gently took her back to her room.
You scowled at the two boys now residing in the common room, a growing thought on your mind to whip Ron into shape before Hermione held your dress tightly within her fist, shaking her head that leaned on your shoulder. You stopped moving towards him and held her once more, leading her up the stairs.
You helped her out of her dress, hanging it neatly in the corner whilst sifting through her drawers for clothes that was a futile effort. “I’m just gonna give you some of my clothes, okay?” You told her, to which she nodded.
You dressed her in your shirts and sweats before guiding her to her bed, her eyes momentarily observing the muscles in your back move as you changed. She wanted to do something with them - feel them move beneath her palm - but that feeling was uncertain, so she left it alone.
“Thank you.” She sniffled as you finished changing yourself.
You brought her up onto her feet for a moment before you hugged her, keeping her nice and warm as a feeling of safety washed over the blonde witch.
“So…” You started.
She chuckled immediately, pulling away from you. “So…?”
“We can still hear the music. And I’d love to have at least one dance.” You explained.
“I’d love to dance with my best friend.” She squealed, waiting for you to push away the final tears on her cheeks.
Your heart felt heavier at her words, but you didn’t let it show as you began to dance to the music. Here was where Hermione felt right - your gentle touch guiding her through jumps and spins and twirls, your eyes on her and in the present, your movements fluid and sometimes faltering.
This was her happy place.
You eventually fell onto your bed with her and laughter slowly dissipated into a comfortable silence, which she then spun on her side and looked at you with wide eyes and a hiding grin.
“Yes?”
“You called me Hermione.” She stated matter-of-factly.
“It is your name, isn’t it? Unless I’m dealing with a Poly-Juiced Malfoy, in which case…” You lifted your fist and slowly moved it towards her face, acting as if in slow-motion.
She chuckled and pushed away your hand, your eyes watching her stand and flop onto her bed lazily. Soon though, she turned back and faced you, your hidden sadness at her movement long tucked away behind a veil of curiosity.
“You never call me that.”
“I was trying to get your attention. Didn’t want you getting a panic attack. No no, we can’t have our brightest little Granger getting stressed over silly Weasley boys.” You smirked at her.
She rolled her eyes playfully before she yawned. “Thanks for helping me.”
“Always.” You nodded to her, watching her snuggle underneath the sheets for a simple moment of peace.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” She murmured, her eyes shutting slowly as she fell asleep.
“Goodnight… beautiful, beautiful Hermione.” You whispered, closing your own eyes.
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Can you make a part 2 for secret hermione granger where r is snogging gently with hermione and ron/harry walk in learning about what has been happening
Part one
“We have to stop, Harry and Ron are downstairs.” Hermione said in between soft pants. That’s the seventh time she said that this morning. But she just couldn’t stop kissing you.
“Hermione that’s the hundredth time you said that.” You commented before softly pushing your lips into yours.
“I know. I know.” She said looking away and toying with her skirt.
You both sat there in silence for twenty second seconds awkwardly glancing at each other. “A more kiss?” You suggested with a grin. She rolled her eyes playfully before nodding. She giggled between your lips connecting with hers.
“Harry, Ron. Do you mind telling hermione to hurry up in there? She’s already dressed I don’t know what’s taking her so long.” Hermiones mother asked curiously while grabbing her purse and keys.
“Sure mrs granger” Ron answered as harry nodded beginning to walk up the stairs. “Thank you boys, we’ll be in the car.” She said before closing the front door.
“Hermione What’s taking so long- AHHHH” Ron screamed dramatically as harry just stood there in shock with his mouth agape.
“Shit!” You yelled under your breath jumping up from the bed and putting your jacket back on before walking to the window.
“I told you guys to knock!” She exclaimed quickly jumping from the bed and shutting the door closed.
“What are you doing?! My mother is going to see you! Just sit down!” She yelled in a hush whisper. “We we’re just trying to tell you that your moms waiting for you! And who’s even is that?!“ hermione groaned at Ron’s questions not wanting to explain to them about your guys’s relationship.
“She’s my girlfriend okay?! And you better not tell anybody or else I’m telling them about how you guys stole mr. Weasleys car!” She accused them. They gasped in guiltiness before agreeing to her demands.
She slowly opened the door as they awkwardly walked in. “What plans do you have with our bestfriend?” Harry asked crossing his arms with suspicion before eyeing you up and down like an investigator.
She groaned closing the door and sitting back down on the bed next to you.
“To date her. And kiss her. And-” “how long has this been happening?” Ron questioned looking at hermione to answer his question this time. “A few weeks no big deal.” She tried to brush it off.
“No big deal?! Your dating someone hermione! Your not even allowed to!” He said before a loud honk was heard. “We gotta go, you can explain when we get back from my house.” Harry said.
“Ok.” She agreed nodding. “Alright I’m leaving so go out through the gate not the backdoor. It has an alarm after it’s been locked. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said placing a kiss on your cheek.
Causing Harry to gag and rom to pretend to vomit. You grinned at her before winking at them causing them to glare at you.
That’s gonna be a great car ride for hermione.
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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: also I know that Hermione’s sexuality seems to be hetero but like ... a girl can dream can’t she?
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SFW🌷
・Probably went to Hogwarts as well, noticed Hermione from afar but never approached her. She was intimidating, and always with Harry and Ron.
・It was not long after the Battle of Hogwarts that you two met properly. I could see you working in Flourish and Blotts or a new bookstore that is either in the Wizarding World AND the muggle world.
・When she came in you thanked her, for being so brave and putting her life on the line to save the Wizarding World. (quietly - when it was just the two of you tho)
She DEFINITELY blushed, and did that cute little embarrassed smile she does.
・Hermione was taken aback after that encounter but kept coming back because you were one of the only good book shops open.
・The next time she came in, you apologised to her:
“I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you the other day. I just know you sacrificed a lot for us to be here, right now-”
She cut you off, waving a hand. “No no, please don’t apologise! I wasn’t expecting it. I guess this is how Harry felt his entire life!”
You smiled sincerely at her, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
・Probably took her a while to realise you were flirting this entire time
・She didn’t know her feelings were romantic towards you until you asked her out
・Her obviously being broken with Ron (she would neVER cheat)
・Him and Harry being shocked!!! that Hermione is dating a woman...but accepting it nonetheless
・Imagine writing little notes and slipping them into her books, so whenever she gets to that page she finds a lil love note from you <3
・Making each other cups of tea and pressing a kiss to the recipients cheek
・Encouraging her to do whatever she wants to do
・Like you are literally her cheerleader
・And she loves you so much for!
・She loves you so so so much
・And so do her parents; after having their memory restored, and getting their home back - she would wait a bit until telling them she had a girlfriend.
・But they were so welcoming, and you absolutely love being around them
・Having suncatchers around your apartment so there’s rainbows in every room
・Books are EVERYWHERE but it’s super tidy
・Everything is so efficient with Hermione
・Sometimes too efficient and you have to be like “’Mione it’s okay!”
・Growing plants and flowers all around the home
・Crookshanks is so happy, he just lounges in the sun. Sleeping all day, eating then falling back asleep
・You have a cat aswell and luckily enough they get along
・Hermione likes to be the little spoon, but also likes it when you fall asleep on her chest
・Listening to the radio station and dancing in the kitchen
・Can you imagine her giggles oh my GOD
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To Love A Boy [ Hermione Granger/fem!Reader ] ( SERIES )
• PART ONE • 2nd Person POV • Prologue •
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You boarded the Hogwarts Express as you did at the beginning of a new school year. It was your third year at Hogwarts and you were in for a big surprise.
You had come out as a lesbian the previous year before heading for summer break. You were different now, more mature after being ostracized by your friends. This year was for reinventing yourself, proving to everyone that you are better then ever.
You sat at an empty compartment, it wasn’t hard to find as people usually fled when you entered any. You sighed and looked out the window seeing as the trees passed by quickly.
“Are these seats taken?” A girls voice asked causing you to turn around to look at them.
“Not at all,” you smiled at none other then Hermione Granger.
She smiled back as Harry, Ron and her sat down. Harry sat next to you as Ron and Hermione sat across from you.
The silence could only be described as awkward and tense. No one dared to speak, Harry shifted every so slightly uncomfortably as Ron would clear his throat.
“What?” You finally said once the silence became unbearable. “Come here to make fun of me?”
“N-No!” Harry quickly stuttered before Ron or Hermione could say anything.
“Then why come here? To this specific compartment? Aren’t you three popular?” You scoffed looking at them.
“Actually! We come here to say that we admire your bravery? Coming out as anything is difficult-” Harry began.
“We wanted to be your friend? We assumed that you would be lonely?” Ron finally spoke looking at you nervously.
“I don’t need your pity,” you mumbled.
“It’s not out of pity, we genuinely want to be your friends!” Hermione defended.
“Associate with me and you too will be ostracized. No longer invited anywhere. Looked at funny, whispers and whispers, notes, papers, messages, letters everything. Owls everyday, Rita Skeeter wanting to interview you because all of a sudden the weirdest thing that could happen in the wizard world is someone being a lesbian,” you spat hurt in your voice.
“We admire your bravery!” Ron defended. You gave him a suspicious look before shrugging.
“It’s your social life after all. If you want to be friends then I guess we can be.” You said nonchalantly but deep down you were happy. Maybe this will be the start of something new, you were becoming friends with the three most exciting people in all of Hogwarts.
The train came to a stop a fee hours later. You and Hermione stayed up and talked while Harry and Ron took a nap. The train ride to Hogwarts was a long one. It took at least a day to arrive at Hogsmaede and then the ride to Hogwarts was another hour.
You four got off the train and made your way to the carriages. It was cold and dark outside as it was early September.
The carriage carried six people so Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom joined the ride. The ride was awkward, Neville kept nervously looking at you as Luna bombarded you with questions.
“Is it true?” She would ask.
“What?” You replied.
“That you’re a lesbian?” She would say back.
It was an awkward interaction regardless but you didn’t mind it.
Once at the castle you all got off and entered the Great Hall. You heard whispers and laughter as you walked aside Harry.
You took in a deep breath as you coincidentally sat next to the person you came out to first. Lavender Brown. She of course rambled off to her friend Pavarti who then told her sister Padma who then made it her mission to tell the rest of the school.
“Lavender.” You said out of respect.
“(Y/n),” she said being with a fake smile.
The sorting ceremony began as it usually did every school year. More Gryffindors were introduced as the feast began.
“Mmm I really hope theres red velvet cake!” Ron grinned as he served himself food. You picked your favourite food and a good glass of your favourite drink.
Harry and Hermione began chatting about the class schedule and what the new school year will bring.
“What do you want to be?” Harry asked you as you turned and looked at him.
“In the future? Geez. I never really thought about that. My mums an Auror so she was gone days at a time and my dad takes care of Magical Creatures. He wanted to be the Care of Magical Creatures teacher here at Hogwarts but instead decided to move to France and start a career there.” You explained with a frown.
“You can do and be whatever you want and if you never want to work then that’s okay too!” Hermione reassured you.
“I would like to work here at Hogwarts. I could be a Potions teacher or teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!” You smiled.
“I want to be an Auror,” Ron said as he took a bite of his food.
“I honestly just want a normal life,” Harry chuckled. “Being famous is not for me.”
“We talking futures?” Fred Weasley, George Weasley’s twin, asked as he sat close to Harry.
“Fred and I are going to start our own Joke shop!” George Weasley, Fred’s twin, continued sitting next to Fred.
“With what funds?” Ron asked raising his eyebrow. “Mum and dad would never give you money to start up a joke shop.”
“We are selling test products of course!” Fred smiled widely.
“Care to try the products?” George asked as he reached into his pockets and took out a Puking Pastilles. “Beware there is side effects.”
“I’ll pass,” you told them with a look of disgust.
“Yeah, me too…” Hermione mumbled as she took looked grossed out.
“No ones going to want to try that.” Ron mumbled.
“It can get you out of anything. Exams, Owls, Snape’s boring lectures. Anything.” Fred smirked.
“I’ll pass,” Harry fake smiled.
“Suite yourselves. If you ever need to get out of anything do not come begging for a Puking Pastille.” George shrugged as he and Fred left.
Dinner finished as the Head Boy, Head Girl and the Prefects guided their house into their rooms.
“Now please don’t forget the password to the common room or you will not be allowed in!” The Head Boy announced.
“If you do happen to forget. Inform a dorm mate, either head student the prefect and as last resort the Head of house, Ms. McGonagall.” The Head Girl announced reassuringly.
“Yes, but do not make it a habit. We are busy people too.” The Head Boy said causing the Head Girl to roll her eyes.
Once outside the common room they announced the password and let you all in.
“We should settle in,” Hermione announced.
“I heard they’re going to give out big news at breakfast tomorrow.” Ron informed.
“I heard about that too, what do you think it is?” Hermione asked.
“Whatever it is I hope it isn’t anything terrible,” you sighed.
You all said goodnight as you and Hermione headed to the Girls Dorm Room. Lavender and Pavarti were already inside the room as they became quiet the second you entered the room.
“What?” You glared at them.
“Whatever,” Lavender rolled her eyes as she continued to unpack her items.
The room became tense as you glared at Lavender and Pavarti and they whispered about you.
“I wish there was a way these two could leave… Permanently.” You whispered to Hermione, as she unaware of the hostility in the room, continued to unpack her clothes.
“Me too, they have been the worst room mates,” she chuckled causing your face to heat up and your heart to race.
What. The. Fuck?
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Gryffindor Courage (Hermione Granger x reader)
Warnings: mentions homophobia
Summary: You feel ashamed about your feelings towards hermione and desperately want to take her to the ball but your insecurities get the best of you almost ruining your night.
Everyone was excited, Christmas was just around the corner and the Yule Ball excitement had made things so cheerful. You and Hermione went shopping for your dresses together, the conversations were all about the ball. Hermione hadn’t secured a date yet and neither have you.
Hermione told you that Viktor has asked her and she didn’t give him an answer, he was so sure he wanted Hermione that he would wait for her answer. Deep down inside you, you wanted to ask Hermione and you were sure she was only delaying an answer to Viktor so that you still had the chance to ask her.
The humiliation you went through when you told your parents that you might like girls too was heartbreaking. Only your close friends know about it and you don’t know if you could take Hermione to the ball and face the whole school.
A week before the Yule Ball you still hadn’t gotten the courage to ask her, which is ironic because you’re a Gryffindor. “So I think I’m going to tell Viktor that I’ll go with him” she says, you can hear the reluctance in her voice. “Okay” is all you can say because you didn’t want her to go with him but you can’t bring yourself to ask her.
Harry and Ron were on last minute date searches, you told Harry you’d go with him after he’d asked you. The day of the Yule Ball, you didn’t see Hermione much, you spent it with Harry and Ron. It wasn’t until later that night when you saw Hermione walking down the stairs that you regretted everything.
Seeing her with Viktor hurt “I thought you would’ve gone with Hermione” Harry says. “I should’ve but I was too scared” “scared of what? Hermione fancies you” “I wasn’t scared of her, I know she wanted me to ask her. I’m scared of what everyone else thinks” “You shouldn’t care about that as long as you’re both happy” “well it’s too late now” you mutter.
You and Harry have to dance together with the other champions. Harry was pretty pathetic, you had to lead him. You tried to enjoy yourself but seeing Hermione having a good time without you made things harder to have fun.
By the end of the night you were ready to go, you sat down beside Harry and Ron when Hermione approaches the three of you. “How was your night?” She asks the three of you “Fine” you reply “I had a great night, Viktor was such a gentlemen” you would rather be anywhere but here right now, listening to Hermione talk about Viktor.
“That’s my cue to leave” you say standing up from your seat and walking off. Unbeknown to you, Hermione follows you out of the Great Hall.
“Hey! What’s your problem?” She yells and you stop, turning around. “I don’t want to hear about the amazing night you had with Viktor” “I was waiting for you and you knew that but you decided not to ask me.”
You sigh “I so badly wanted to ask you but I knew everyone was going to be here and I don’t know what they would say about me” tears fall down Hermione’s face. “I would much rather be at that ball with you than Viktor and I would not have cared what anyone said about us because we would be happy.”
“I know what it’s like to be humiliated and I can’t do that again” “do you fancy me?” She asks “do I fancy you? Yes of course.” “I get being nervous about what other people will think but sometimes you have to face it for the sake of your happiness. Besides, it won’t be you alone, I’ll be there with you” Hermione tucks your hair behind your ear and places her hand on your cheek.
You lean in and cup her face, kissing her in front of people walking by. She grabs you by the waist and pulls your bodies closer together. “That was great” she says pulling away from your lips “we should go back to our dorm.”
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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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☼ 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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ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS
(hermione granger x fem!reader)
author’s note : hru all!! sorry for the inconsistency with posting, i’ve had no inspiration but hope u enjoy and tysm for 500 followers!?
some parts inspired by: hermione is hot 🫀
some academic rivals to lovers (soon) smut for you all <3
content warning : nsfw, some angst, a little pinning, first kiss with hermione
ps; a lot of this is going to be tell not show, im not writing a novel lol but i’d honestly like to make like a mini fic that’s more slowburn yk? lmk if it’s something you’d read :)
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“Couldn’t stay awake during class?” hermione snobbishly asks.
“Too busy studying for the OWLS.” you’re smug.
“yea, i’m sure you need it.”
you inhale, god it’s too fucking early for this shit. you fight off the urge to tell her off, luckily for you watch as her hips sway off, grabbing her books, heading for potions. you admired the way she walked, she walked with purpose, and the way her arms swayed, you didn’t walk like that. you simply put on foot in front of the other. she had wonderful presence, you had to admit. some parts of her intimidated you, the way her eyebrows moved incoherent to her lips and with the movement of the way she talked. despite all that, you absolutely hated her, she was snobby, and rather rude. for instance, she called luna, loony lovegood. luna lovegood was about the sweetest person you knew. luna had forgiven granger, withal had happened. so you felt obligated to, too. it was petty shit you still held against her. you heard she had been bullied in the past, even now. your mind couldn’t wrap around it. she still rather ticked you off. most things about her did. it was the way she was consistently stiff, she always rose her hands with such haste. she put you down, made you feel some sort of less than, dumber than her when that couldn’t br further from the truth. you two were top of your class. and now with this, you knew she was going to hold this over your head for the longest time. you never-ever fall asleep during lessons but with the literal constant studying and stressing, it was hard to fight with the tiredness in your eyes.
you grab your books from the desk in the library and start heading behind granger, sluggishly. you of course had class with hermione next so you carried your legs down to potions and gathered with all the other students, a bit late you sat down and awaited your directions.
“Hello, everyone.” Slughorn says . “We have the final project soon, so we all need to be prepared, passing this won’t be a simple task..” hermione scoffs. “So I’d like it if everyone would all partner up, preferably in pairs, and take your books and….” Slughorn went on and on about the project, you and your partner barely had any time to even depart. Nonetheless, the second brightess witch of your age being your partner definitely had it’s perks. Potions were brewing in atmosphere and you could smell the putrid mugwort and every-time you added an element to the potion you could feel Hermione’s eyes on you. Your eyes never left her either. The days she would tease you, you’d find that your cheeks flushed. Mostly in distinction to embarrassment—or something like that. All you could think of at this moment was the dream you had a not even an hour before. There were very few bits and pieces of it in your head, that it was hard to put together.
Once Slughorn dismissed everyone, hermione pulled you aside, she took your arm, and you were suddenly in the dark corner of potion class together. She whispers “I hope you’ll soon enough find the energy to work on this project together.”
“You know i could do this in my sleep.” you smile, whilst she’s still holding your arm. you realize this and insistently pull your arm back. Hermione almost looks offended.
Anyway, now it was a about a week later, you and granger STILL were working the project. And she and you spent time pinching herbs and concentrating oils, pretending not to linger on touches. She was waking up early on weekends to get some time with you..for projects—obviously. Hermione invited you to the library, late at night where no one is coming in or out, for the silence. You made light conversation, you noticed some things you’d never had before, for instance, her eyebrows quirked every time she spoke passionately. And her voice is rather deep, and she talks extraordinarily fast. Especially when she’s upset.
You were in the Gryffindor common room with Harry studying. It’s just past sunset, and most people had left by then. You and Harry had to cram for an upcoming test. He says “I think i’m gonna go to bed, before my eye bags get any darker.”
“Goodnight, Potter,” you taunt.
“Goodnight, y/n.”
You were the only person left in the common room, well besides Hermione. She was always, always staying behind late studying. Hermione looks up at you and smiles, you and her usually read in pure silence. It was comfortable. At first it wasn’t, but time has been kind. You want to talk to her again. She had let her curly hair down and seemed rather relaxed, she had on a pink button up that fit her perfectly. It was loose and rather long, but didn’t cover her pyjama shorts, coloured lilac and flannel pattern. She’d seem more welcome, at least visually.
“mione?” A few days after you were assigned partners, she asked you to call her mione, if that was ‘easier’ for you. She said it’s what all her friends call her.
“mm.?” she glances up from her work. you say, “can you come over here, please? I kinda need your help with something.”
“Wow, you really need my help? I thought you were the brightest witch of our age.” Same old granger.. your face tenses up a little. “Oh loosen will you, mm? it was only a joke, baby, i swear.”
“you know you’re the brightest with of our age, mione.”
“you’re making me blush, y/n.” she giggles.
“im, it’s just- i- this..um, unit (idk if that’s correct lol) ..in muggle studies, i just.. i dunno. Maybe you’d have a better chance than me.” She nods her head and starts to head over and takes a seat next to you. why are you stammering so much?
“Well, it’s quite complicated, so it’s okay to not completely understand.” she reassures you.
she breathes against you, her pale knees grazing next to yours. you wonder if she thinks about you when your not having an conversation. or if she thinks about you when she’s about to fall asleep. you wonder if you’re the first person that comes to mind in the morning. but what did it matter? that certainly wasn’t the case. and you most certainly didn’t feel that way about her. but to tell yourself this didn’t feel..true. you were fighting the deep desire to kiss her right now. and maybe that told you everything.
after a little while, you were still having troubles with your work. but hermione had patience with you, she calmed you down. she didn’t make fun of you, oddly. you were smiling and giggling and you couldn’t help but be distracted.
“you’re so pretty, y/n, i mean the pretty where my heart hurts when i look at you.” she should really stop saying these things, it made you so confused.
“are you blushing, y/n,” she smiles.
“no.”
“i wonder all the time of what your hands feel like, don’t you?”
“of course.” you mumble.
"do you think of what my lips feel like?” 
“why are you such a big flirt, mione?” you smile, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.
“oh, cmon, i know you do. i can tell by the way you’re always blushing around me and i can always feel you looking at me in class.”
“you’re delusional.” you uttered.
“please.” hermione moves from the very close seat near you where your knees touched and she moved to sit on the table in front of you. “don’t you want to kiss me, y/n?”
‘Incarceous’ suddenly as you were in your chair rope tightened around your wrists behind the back of the chair.
you were about to say something but hermione held her thumb to your upper lip. “Shh”, she whispers. you look up at her through your lust filled eyes.
“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” Hermione asks.
“Uh..no.”
“It’s okay, y/n.” She similes. "I can teach you.”
Holy shit, this was just like your dream.
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Truth or Dare (Hermione Granger x Reader)
warnings: smut, mature topics
after an intense game of truth or dare, with lots of teasing, secret touches and dirty whispers, Hermione drags Y/N back to the Gryffindor prefect dorm with only one intention, to punish her for all the teasing she had done.
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Y/N's smile never managed to falter as she stepped first into the prefect dorm with Hermione slowly trailing behind, plopping herself happily on the queen bed her and her girlfriend shared through the year. the effects of Veritaserum quickly wearing off as she laid back and stared blankly at the ceiling, completely oblivious to her sexually frustrated girlfriend leaning against the doorframe.
Hermione rolled her eyes discreetly at Y/N, pushing herself from the doorframe and shutting the door behind her. she bit her lip at the friction caused from turning her thighs, rubbing against the throbbing wet skin in between her legs. ignoring the pleasureful feeling, she quietly locked the door, resting her slender fingers on the lock. her mind now rushing with thoughts about how she'd punish her girlfriend, and boy she wasn't gonna hold back.
silence was now overtaking the room, Hermione decided to be first to break it. "Are you happy with yourself?" she asked, her monotone voice filling the room. Y/N quirked her eyebrows at her girlfriend, still not opening her eyes in an attempt to relax. "Come again?" she responded, knowing exactly what she had said. Hermione glared at her, her eyes going dark and clouded with a silent annoyance. "Whats that supposed to mean?" she asked, opening her eyes as she stared at her girlfriend's beautiful figure in the doorway.
Hermione tsked at her girlfriend, now crossing her arms as she stared at Y/N with her lips pursed into a thin line. "You seriously thought you could pull those acts and get away with it?" she asked. Y/N didn't say anything, letting her eyes scan her girlfriend from bottom to top. "You've been a bad girl today, turning me on before the game, so naughty." Hermione husked out innocently, licking her lips as she watched Y/N's eyes widen at what she said. "Can you elaborate on that, Miss Granger?" Y/N's lips formed into a smirk as she shot Hermione a challenging look, the tension in the room rising every breath.
"Gladly." Hermione smirked, shifting her gaze away from her girlfriend, now swiftly searching for her wand. once she spotted it in one of the drawers, she grabbed it before clearly and loudly shouting a spell, her eyes now locked onto her girlfriend. "Muffilato." Hermione set her wand down where it was prior, now making her way to the bed where Y/N was seated. "I'd much rather show it to you, if you let me." Hermione's voice still low, now standing about a meter away from her girlfriend. she bit her lip as she watched Y/N quickly nod her head. "Come over here then, my love."
Y/N abruptly stood up, walking over to Hermione who was smirking at how easy her girlfriend obeyed her. Y/N was now standing infront of her, her legs closing as she watched Hermione carefully and closely. Hermione bit her bottom lip as her eyes wandered up and down Y/N'a body, new sensations now rising inbetween her legs. "What do you have planned, Granger?"
Hermione chuckled seductively in response, sitting down at the edge of the bed as she slipped off her trousers, now left in her white laced panties Y/N had loved so much. Y/N's eyes lowered to her girlfriend's bare legs, then tracing her upper body. Hermione slowly and teasingly opened her legs, letting Y/N get a small preview of what was to come, (literally 😏). "On your knees, doll." Hermione commanded, her eyes watching Y/N do everything she instructed, falling to her knees now patiently waiting for what to do next.
it was obvious that Y/N was trying her best not to touch Hermione, her eyes still not leaving her girlfriend's body. "Take them off me?" Hermione asked. Y/N's hand instantly pushed themselves onto Hermione's bare thighs, grazing her fingers up to her panties. hooking her fingers around the white lace underwear, she pulled them down, her breath hitching at the sight of Hermione's folds. Y/N threw the underwear to god knows where. Hermione smirked at the action, watching every inch of what her girlfriend was doing. "Now be a good girl for me and get to work."
Y/N leaned into her girlfriend's center, breathing in the scent of arousal radiating off it. she latched herself to her clit, flattening her tongue against the area, eliciting a loud moan in reply. she prodded her tongue out, licking slow circles around Hermione's clit, rolling her eyes as she tasted her. Y/N started to suck hard at the bundle of nerves, making Hermione moan louder than ever at the feeling.
she rolled her eyes at the amount of pleasure she was feeling, feeling weak she let herself fall back onto the soft mattress, a loud moan escaping her mouth. "Faster! More! Please!" she repeated, to which her girlfriend of course obeyed, moving her tongue around her swollen clit even faster, her fingers now pumping in and out of her. Hermione's hand trailed down to Y/N, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Y/N couldn't help but moan at the force.
Hermione started to feel a familiar knot gather at the bottom of her stomach, arching her back several inches off the bed, tightening her grip on her girlfriend's hair, signaling she was close. her legs started to shake uncontrollably, her whole body convulsing at the feeling Y/N was giving her. "Don't stop- i-" she cut herself off with an animalistic moan, finally climaxing onto her girlfriend's tongue, coating it in her substance.
Y/N smiled to herself as she hovered over her girlfriend, instantly connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss, Hermione pulling her closer by the back of her neck as she moaned into the kiss. she wrapped her legs around Y/N's waist. "Merlin, i love you." Y/N mumbled against her girlfriend's lips, feeling her heart hammer against her chest from with love as she rested her forehead against Hermione's. she felt like the luckiest human on earth.
Fin.
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Old Habits Die Hard
Summary: Domestic life with Hermione, plus a few hiccups along the way.
Pairing: Hermione x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of torture (Hermione’s forearm scar), mentions of blood + near death (your own scar), otherwise fluffy bits.
A/N: Just a little Hermione blurb I thought I’d share :)
*not my gif*
Hermione is an odd person to anyone but you. Sure, she likes to read, but you don’t mind because she’ll read whilst playing with your hair. She doesn’t mind listening to boring conversations about new gossip, as long as her chin is resting on your shoulder whilst her arms are wrapped around your waist. She’ll go and watch your Quidditch game, but only if she gets a pre-game kiss, a half-time kiss and a post-game kiss, along with wearing your spare jumper with your name stitched onto the back.
These were Hermione’s habits, and they never truly went away.
You were busy making breakfast for her after she’d had a rough night, a smile growing on your face as you felt two hands creep around your waist.
“Good morning, my love.” You murmured, feeling a kiss plant onto your shoulder.
“Good morning.” She replied with a yawn.
“How are you feeling since last night?” You asked as you turned, her turning too, and placed the eggs onto her toasts.
“Still tired.” She mumbled against the centre of your back.
You turned off the stove and placed the pan in the sink, an empty promise to wash it later drifting out of your mind as you sat Hermione down on the chair. You knelt in front of her, smiling gently as you took her wrist.
“Bellatrix Lestrange. Oh, how you will never be missed.” You muttered angrily, kissing every letter within Hermione’s scar.
You looked back up at her, noticing the fear within her eyes. You moved her backwards on her chair before seating yourself upon her lap. She held the bend of your back loosely whilst you brushed a loose curl out of her eyes, Hermione’s vision filled with nothing but you.
“You shall never be filthy to me, my Hermione. You are beautiful, kind, caring, and so smart.” You whispered as you placed a kiss upon her lips.
She chuckled softly, her hands moving underneath your shirt before she pulled away, holding you close. “What’s for breakfast?” She asked after kissing your chest.
You moved off of her, to her dismay, and sat beside her. “Your favourite.”
She smiled at the breakfast feast in front of her, giving you another peck on the lips before she began to eat. You decided that you’d fulfil your empty promise for once and went to wash the dishes, humming softly to yourself.
Your mind moved to your past whilst you cleaned. Hermione and you had met in fourth year, where the most horrible events began to unravel, as you were a beautiful student from Beauxbatons. You didn’t like the blue, but you quite liked the red and gold Hermione’s tie showcased, and without parents, you immediately asked to transfer schools. So, when your friends went back home, you stayed and your relationship bloomed within the dark time.
Eventually, you heard a smash and you were brought out of your thoughts, seeing Hermione standing around the shards of a shattered plate - her eyes were firmly on your leg.
“Whoa whoa whoa. Don’t move, ‘Mione.” You held your hands out to her and she stopped, but the tears on her face were enough to kick you into action.
“Just give me a minute, my love.”
You raced to get some shoes on and the vacuum cleaner before coming to the rescue, saving Hermione from stepping on ceramic shards as you vacuumed around her. When you got to her, you abandoned the machine and lifted her into a hold you remembered from your wedding day.
You gently took her back upstairs to your bedroom before laying her down on the bed, kicking off your shoes as she pulled you in close.
“Don’t leave me, please…” She begged, the words still echoing in your mind.
You looked down at your leg and sighed at the huge scar that circled around your calf and up to your mid-thigh. It was a price you were willing to pay, rather than Dobby’s life.
“I’m alright, Hermione. That was years ago, okay? Go on, feel it. Let your body know I’m okay.” You urged her, just like you’d done countless times before.
You sank into her arms and she ran her fingers over your thigh, her sobs slowly coming to an end. Yet, small sniffles came out every so often, her fingers twirling through your hair to calm her.
“You’re here. You’re safe.” She muttered over and over.
You nodded. “I’m here, Hermione. I’m not leaving.”
Her hand soon came away from your thigh and back up to your face. “I’m sorry for smashing the plate.”
“It’s alright, love. We can get some more from that Muggle shop.” You replied.
She chuckled. “You know it’s called Target.”
You grinned as you leaned into her. “I like it when you correct me, my wife.”
She brought you closer to her lips, kissing you softly. If there was one thing you wanted more than what you already had, it was to have the sensation of Hermione’s lips on yours always. She was so gentle, so caring, and you craved it at times.
“What do you want to do today?” You asked after coming away from her.
She pretended to think about her answer. “Stay in bed and read.”
You smirked, kissing her chin as you adjusted to lie next to her. She pulled her book off of the nightstand and began to read to you, just like she did every night. It soothed you to hear her voice and it soothed her to twirl her fingers through your hair; therefore, perfection.
As you began to drift off, you felt Hermione kiss your head. You closed your eyes, pretending to sleep.
“I will never love anyone more than I love you, my wife.” She muttered before she took your limp hand.
“Well… I may have to make an exception.” She chuckled softly as your hand came to rest on her stomach.
You had never rested so peacefully than now.
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