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oriengranger · 2 years

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Restricted Section (Hermione Granger x Reader)

warnings: smut, mature topics

throughout the years, you and Hermione had managed to get to know the castle and endless corridors from sneaking around so much.

and for the first few years of your friendship, when you would sneak around, it would only be to talk. talking for hours and hours on end just to get to know each other more. but by third year certain feelings began to transpire between you two, so your stake outs would be extremely heavy with tension.

it was by the end of fourth year when you and Hermione actually did anything about said feelings. you began to shyly hold her hand, and when she became tired she'd occasionally nuzzle her face in your neck. when she was cold you'd lend her your coat and wrap her in your warm embrace, planting loving kisses to her forehead and speaking encouraging whispers. but you didn't admit those feelings until you became jealous, and soon she did the same.

by fifth year the tension happened to come back, although this time it was very different, so much so that it was now sexual. sneaking off with the prefect then lead to steamy kisses, quiet moans, and hickeys. and while your makeout sessions became hotter, so did your knickers.

now at sixth year it was no longer teasing, you two now were not hesitating on taking things further with sex.

so thats how you ended up here, in the restricted section of the library, for late night reading. although doing said reading became a difficult task to pursue. Hermione became quiet long ago, and you're sure the sound of pages turning stopped too.

you looked slyly over your book, with Hermione's eyes dilated and already fixated on your lips. her book was lying open, long forgotten infront of her. you noticed she had been uncrossing and crossing her legs, a habit she only would do when she was hot and bothered.

"Its a bit warm in here lovely, dont you agree?" you asked, biting your lip no so innocently. Hermione met your teasing gaze and saw the amusement in your eyes. she glared at you in annoyance. "Shut up." she snapped. you rested your head in your hand and closed your book, propping your elbow to the table.

"Make me." you responded.

Hermione clenched her jaw, glaring around the room before shutting her book closed. she pushed your books effortlessly off your lap, straddling herself onto you. she grasped your neck and hungrily brought her lips to yours. you groaned as she was now grinding her hips against you.

Hermione's hand fell from

your neck and instead moved down to unbutton your uniform. she barely managed to get your second button undone before you pinned her wrists behind her back. you felt her breath hitch at the action, knowing what you were going to do to her.

you pulled her head back with your free hand, revealing her neck. instantly, you brought your lips to her exposed jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat and back up, whispering dirty things in her ear occasionally.

you temporarily released your grip on her hair to unbutton her shirt. when you finished her shirt fell open on its own, you left it like that because damn was it a turn on. seeing her 'innocent girl' demeanor broken by her waiting eagerly to be fucked.

you chuckled lowly, running your fingers down her exposed chest, reaching her bra and unclipping it, making it fall off her chest. you leaned into chest, taking one of her nipples into your mouth. you alternated between them. Hermiome bucked her hips needily, whimpering when she didn't get the contact she needed. "Hey now, i cant please you properly if you're not being a good girl, can i? you asked, tightening the grip you had around her wrists. "No." she replied. "Exactly, so be a good girl for me love."

Hermione's pupils expanded even more as she nodded rapidly. pleased, you began sucking and biting on her neck. she whimpered softly. you slipped your hand up her skirt and grabbed her center tightly, you could feel the heat that gathered there, even through her lace panties. she moaned, pressing herself against your hand.

you pushed her lips open and slipped two of your fingers in, making her shudder and cry in response. as much as you loved to hear her voice, you feared someone may hear, so you undid your tie and stuffed it in her mouth, silencing her instantly.

her chest rapidly rose as her legs shook unsteadily, you had to hold her down so she wouldn't fall off of you. she clamped down on the makeshift gag as you sped up your pace, dragging her closer and closer to her edge.

she shuddered and screamed as she dug her nails harshly down your back. you were making her feel as if she was on cloud 9, and she was loving it.

she quickly came onto your fingers, letting it drip onto the floor. she was panted and flushed, staring directly into your dark eyes. you pulled your tie out of her mouth, she then crashed her lips yours, cupping your face.

you pulled away and leaned your forehead against hers.

"Ready for round two, princess?"

Fin.

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ilguna · 1 year

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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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midastouch013 · 14 days

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could you write about Hermione Granger that she was dated to date you and she would get money for it. But over time she started to fall in love with us. And then we found out.

if you don’t do it it’s fine.

-dt415 🐥

Stupid Dare

Summary: It was just a dare, but what if it becomes something more?

Warnings: Yelling, fights, but happy ending

P.S I'll be taking 'Mione requests only till Wednesday

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"I dare you to sneak into the Forbidden Forest at midnight,"

"Or how about we see who can charm Professor Flitwick into giving us extra credit?"

"I've got it! We dare you, Hermione, to ask Y/n out on a date!"

Hermione blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected challenge. "What? Why?"

Ginny grinned, nudging Hermione playfully. "Just to prove you're not a wimp, Hermione. You're always so focused on your studies and rules. This'll show everyone you can be spontaneous."

Ron chimed in, adding his own teasing encouragement. "Yeah, come on, Hermione. Live a little!"

Caught between reluctance and a desire to prove herself, Hermione hesitated. She was usually one to follow the rules, but the prospect of breaking out of her usual mold intrigued her.

After a moment's contemplation, Hermione squared her shoulders, a determined glint in her eyes. "Fine. I'll do it."

"And if she does say okay, you have to do at it for a month"

"Okay okay, whatever"

With her friends' cheers echoing in her ears, Hermione set off to fulfill the dare, unaware of the surprising turn her evening was about to take.

And so she found herself standing before you in the Gryffindor common room, disturbing you from the muggle book you were reading, nervously biting her lip. She'd been dared to ask you out as part of a silly game, but she couldn't deny the flutter of nerves in her stomach as she awaited your response.

"Um, Y/n," she began, her voice a touch uncertain, "I, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to, um, go out with me?"

You regarded her with curiosity, noticing the slight tremble in her hands. She seemed genuine, and despite the surprise of her asking you out, you found yourself feeling oddly flattered.

"Sure, Hermione," you replied with a smile, unaware of the dare that prompted her invitation. "I'd love to go out with you."

Relief washed over Hermione's features, her tension visibly melting away, but she stood there unsure on what to do next.

"Oh"

"So Three Broomsticks tomorrow at 6?" you proposed, as she didn;t seem to have anything planned

"Oh, yeah, yup, sure"

"I'll pick you up after Quidditch practice"

"Yeah- okay"

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As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the Hogwarts grounds, you made her way across the Quidditch pitch, your broomstick slung over your shoulder. Quidditch practice had been intense, but exhilarating, and now you had another exciting event to look forward to: her date with Hermione.

With a smile on your face and a skip in your step, you headed towards the Gryffindor common room to meet Hermione. You had promised to pick her up for your outing to the Three Broomsticks, and you were determined to make it a memorable evening.

Upon reaching the common room, you spotted Hermione sitting by the fireplace, a book in hand as usual. You couldn't help but admire the way the firelight danced across Hermione's features, casting soft shadows and illuminating her eyes with a warm glow.

"Hey, 'Mione," you greeted, approaching with a friendly smile.

Hermione looked up from her book, her expression brightening at the sight of you. "Oh, hi, Y/n! Ready to go?"

You nodded, extending her hand to her. "Absolutely. Shall we?"

Hermione's cheeks tinged pink as she placed her hand in yours, allowing herself to be led away from the comfort of the common room and into the bustling corridors of Hogwarts.

As you walked side by side, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in accompanying Hermione. She carried herself with a grace and intelligence that you found captivating, and you were determined to treat her with the utmost respect and courtesy.

Arriving at the Three Broomsticks, you held the door open for Hermione with a flourish, gesturing for her to enter first like a true gentlewoman. Hermione's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she stepped inside, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Throughout your evening together, you made sure to engage her in lively conversation, asking about her favorite books, her studies, and her aspirations for the future. Hermione, in turn, opened up more than usual, sharing her thoughts and dreams with a newfound ease.

As your dates continued, Hermione found herself increasingly drawn to you, despite the initial dare that had brought you together. Each outing brought new discoveries and deeper connections, leaving Hermione grappling with conflicting emotions of guilt and affection.

One evening, as they strolled through the Hogwarts grounds beneath a blanket of stars, You had reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Hermione's face. The simple gesture sent a shiver down Hermione's spine, igniting a warmth in her chest that she couldn't ignore.

Another time, during a visit to Hogsmeade, you surprised Hermione with a meticulously crafted bouquet of her favorite flowers. Hermione's heart fluttered at the sight, touched by the thoughtfulness and care behind the gesture.

But it wasn't just grand gestures that stirred Hermione's feelings; it was the small, everyday moments that truly captured her heart. Like the way you would listen intently as she rambled on about her latest research findings, or the way you would offer a comforting hug whenever Hermione felt overwhelmed by the pressures of schoolwork.

Despite her initial reservations, Hermione found herself falling for you more and more with each passing day. She was charmed by your kindness, intelligence, and unwavering support, and she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps your connection was more than just a dare.

Yet, even as her feelings for you deepened, Hermione couldn't shake the nagging sense of guilt that lingered in the back of her mind. She knew that your relationship had begun as a dare, and she couldn't help but wonder if you would feel betrayed if she ever found out the truth.

But as you both shared more laughter, more conversations, and more stolen glances, Hermione couldn't deny the growing certainty in her heart: she was falling for you, dare or not. And that thought terrified her

As the end of the month approached, Hermione and you found yourselves drawn to each other more than ever. Today, as you walked together along the tranquil shores of the Black Lake, the air filled with a tangible tension, charged with unspoken emotions.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached out to gently cup Hermione's face, your thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "You're so beautiful, 'Mione," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione's cheeks flushed pink at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she met your gaze. With a tender smile, you reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering against her soft skin.

And then, in a moment of pure instinct and longing, Hermione leaned in, closing the gap between you. Her lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss, sending a rush of warmth coursing through your veins.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, the world fading away until there was only the two of you, lost in the sweetness of your first kiss. It was a moment of pure magic, a silent promise of the love that was beginning to bloom between you.

The dormitory was silent as Hermione paced back and forth, rehearsing the words she would use to finally come clean to you. But before she could gather her courage, the door burst open with a force that made her jump.

"Is it true?" you demanded, your voice echoing off the walls of the empty room, your eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger.

Hermione froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she met your gaze. "Y/n, please, let me explain—"

"Is it true?" you repeated, your voice rising with each word, the fury in your eyes intensifying. "Did you ask me out as a bloody dare?"

Hermione's throat tightened as she struggled to find the right words, her mind racing with excuses and explanations. "Y/n, I… I didn't mean for it to—"

"IS IT TRUE?" you roared, your fists clenched at your sides, your whole body trembling with emotion.

Tears welled in Hermione's eyes as she met your gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," she admitted, her voice breaking with regret. "Yes, it's true."

The air crackled with tension as you paced furiously around Hermione's room, your hands running through your hair in frustration. "Why? Why would you do that"

Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she struggled to find the right words, her voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n. It was just a stupid dare, I swear—"

"A stupid dare?" you spat, rounding on her with fire in your eyes. "Do you have any idea how much you've hurt me? How could you think this was okay?"

Hermione's defenses rose as she felt the sting of your words, her own anger bubbling to the surface. "I made a mistake, okay? I never meant for it to go this far, but you have to understand—"

"Understand?" you interrupted, your voice rising with each word. "Understand what, Hermione? That you thought it would be funny to toy with my emotions? That you thought it was okay to manipulate me for your own amusement?"

Hermione's eyes flashed with indignation as she took a step forward, her hands trembling with pent-up frustration. "I didn't manipulate you, Y/n! I never wanted to hurt you—I just wanted to prove that I wasn't a wimp, that's all!"

"A wimp?" you scoffed, disbelief coloring your tone. "Is that what this was about? You're so afraid of being seen as weak that you're willing to hurt someone else just to prove a point?"

The room fell silent as the weight of your words hung heavy in the air, the truth of them ringing painfully in Hermione's ears. For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of their ragged breaths and the pounding of their hearts.

And then, with a heavy sigh, Hermione spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so, so sorry."

The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken words and shattered trust. You stood there, seething with anger and hurt, while Hermione's heart raced with guilt and regret. She knew she had to explain herself, had to make you understand the depths of her remorse.

"Y/n, please," Hermione began, her voice trembling as she took a tentative step forward. "I hate myself for what I did. I hate myself for hurting you, for betraying your trust. I never wanted any of this to happen, I swear."

Her words spilled out in a torrent, her voice cracking with emotion as she poured her heart out. "I've spent every moment since that stupid dare regretting it. Regretting the pain I caused you, the way I let my fear of being seen as weak cloud my judgment. I know I messed up, Y/n, and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I'm truly sorry."

You remained silent, your eyes locked on hers as you processed her words. The pain and hurt in your gaze tore at Hermione's heart, and she felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes.

"I fell for you, Y/n," Hermione continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I fell for you in a way I never thought possible. And I hate myself for using something as precious as love as part of a stupid game. But please, please believe me when I say that my feelings for you are real. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally."

Before she could say anything more, you closed the distance between you in a single stride, your lips crashing against hers in a desperate, passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, hurt, longing, and yes, even a glimmer of forgiveness.

#anon ask #anonymous #hermione fanfiction #hermione granger #harry potter #ginny weasley #hermione x reader #hermione x y/n

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remusslove · 1 year

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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.

#hermione granger x you #hermione x y/n #hermione x you #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger x y/n #hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader

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radiantdanvers · 6 months

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Loving Hermione Jean Granger

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione x reader #hermione x you #hermione x y/n #moodboard #hogwarts #pov #pics not mine

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dracolilhoe · 21 days

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Love of My Life (Hermione Granger x Y/n)

Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Main Masterlist here -> DracoLilHoe

Harry Potter Fandom Masterlist here -> HP Masterlist

Warnings - Story written in the form of a poem

Summary: Hermione talking about the love of her life Y/n... but with an unexpected turn of events.

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

Its the love of my life's wedding day.

Her eyes are full of Love

Her eyes are full of Joy

Her eyes are full of Happiness

If only she knew I Love her...

If only her eyes would be look at me that way...

Not my best friend...

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#hermione granger #hermione jean granger #hermione x reader #hermione x y/n #hermione #granger #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter #hp fandom

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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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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btsbabe7 · 4 months

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November Prompt 26: Blush

Words: 1.6k | Pairing: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory x reader

You grab your textbook from the top of your packed suitcase and climb in bed next to your best friend. You’ve spent the last seven years beside her at the end of every break, the night before everyone was set to return to Hogwarts.

If you didn’t spend the last night at Hermione’s, then it was usually spent at The Burrow with her, Harry and Ron. The last night had always revolved around the same conversation: your expectations, curiosities and anxieties that came with the start of a new year of school.

As you draw the blanket up and get comfortable, a small sigh slips from Hermione’s lips before she turns to you and props her head up on her elbow.

“Do you ever think of dating?”

“Dating?” You half laugh while opening the book where you’d left your favorite emerald swallowtail bookmark she bought for you this in the summer from her favorite bookstore.

“This is our last year. Maybe we should try to engage in other types of relationships,” she states hesitantly. Both of your tired giggles fill the quiet air, followed by sighs before she continues. “I mean… don’t you have someone you’ve taken interest in?”

You glance down at the words on the pages blankly, skimming, but processing nothing. You’d thought everyone had realized the crush you had on the main boy in your friend group.

“Harry, I guess,” you reply flatly.

“Harry!?” She yelps and sits up. “I suspected, but never realized it was real.”

“He’s interested in Ginny anyways. I hardly stand a chance.”

“Oh, please! Harry mentioned having a crush on you just before summer.”

You have to admit that before this may have changed the way your heart beat in your chest, that those words alone would’ve made your breathing hitch, but now, nothing.

“It’s a dying crush, Mione. Harry is pursuing Ginny, they even kissed this pasted summer. Besides, being best friends complicates these kinds of things.”

She relaxes against the wall with another sigh, “I guess Ron wouldn’t be a logical choice either.”

“Ron?”

“Of course,” she breathes nervously. “I mean who else?”

“After ruining the Yule Ball for you, I figured he’d be last on your list.”

“As mad as it may be, it’s what moved him to the top,” she snickers, causing you to giggle as well. “And with his charm and witty comments, I can’t help it.”

“Our studies never fell us, but boys do. I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

She tucks her wavy hair behind her ears, then crosses her arms over her chest.

“If your crush on Harry is dying, surely someone else caught your interest all this time? You haven’t studied much. Usually you’d finish reviewing your entire textbook before the first day. I guess I’ve been rather distracted as well.”

You glance down at the bookmark placed only a fourth through the book. Summer had been busy. You needed a lot more supplies than usual this year and the booklist had only grown in size as if the professors were trying to cram in the last of everything they could teach before you all left. You’d also spent most of your time with friend or your father, which meant less time to read and study. But you can’t deny that the season had allowed you to grow closer to someone else, someone you never would’ve expected in a million years.

“I uh…” you stumble and close your book in your lap.

As your best friend, you’ve always told her everything, but this, you’re nervous about. Nervous because he’s not someone that would be openly welcomed by your group of friends.

“Well, who is it?”

“It’s Draco,” you utter before swallowing dryly.

A cackle slips from her lips and she cups her hand over her mouth jokingly. “It’s almost as if I heard you said ‘Draco,’ as in Draco Malfoy.”

She can’t seem to stop laughing, but soon stifles to silence once she realizes the seriousness in your expression.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n. Draco bullied Harry his entire first year. He’s vile, absolutely evil.”

“He’s not,” you defend. “I mean the part with Harry is true, but it’s only because he was jealous. And I know that doesn’t change anything, that it doesn’t excuse him, but I’ve gotten to know him and he’s changed. He’s different… and alone, he’s really caring.”

Hermione stares at you blankly before returning to her prior position, pulling the blankets up and lying back. She stares at the wall and stays silent.

“Mione, I think I might give him a chance, just like you should with Ron. It’s our last year and we shouldn’t let anything hold us back.”

“Dating Ron can’t possibly be compared to dating Draco. It’s implausible.”

“Promise to just give him a chance this year… for me?”

She quickly glances over at you and you give sleepy puppy eyes and a huge pout.

“I don’t even like puppies,” she breathes and slaps her arms at her side before letting out another laugh. “But I can’t possibly stay upset with you, Draco is another story. If you say things are better, then he’ll have to prove himself. He’ll have to gain our trust again, until then, I won’t tell the others about this.”

You smile contently and place the textbook on the nightstand before copying her position and staring up at the blank ceiling.

“I understand.”

“Just tell me one thing, before bed…” she whispers. “What do you like most about him?”

You inhale softly, thinking of all the ways you’ve interacted with Draco this past summer.

You could talk about your first kiss, but even that seems too uncomfortable to share at the moment. She’d be absolutely repulsed by the thought, even more if she knew how many times you’d met him at the Malfoy Manor for dinner with his family. They accepted you as his friend, though you knew his father wasn’t particularly thrilled with you also being friends with a Potter and the Weasleys, not to mention your best friend having muggle parents. But the visits were always for Draco, not his parents, and late night talks usually turned to snogging sessions and sleepovers as Hermione would describe it.

You think back to your last encounter with Draco. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, but somehow everything that needed to be said had been exchanged through a single glance.

He had sat with his father, and you with yours across the Ministry’s theater. The event was under invitation only, so you didn’t have the pleasure of bringing your friends along. The same went for Draco, not that Crabbe or Goyle would’ve made the cut under his father’s approval anyway. And in an event set to last at least four hours, with the orchestra playing for two and dancing and entertainment at the end, you’d have no time to really socialize with him unless the two of you were able to dance together.

And you weren’t.

A young and good-looking Cedric Diggory had nervously, but bravely asked your father for your hand in the dance. In which your father, being a former Hufflepuff himself, had happily agreed to.

Cedric was sweet and literally good on his feet. He’d swept you effortlessly across the ballroom, keeping your attention anytime you tried to steal a glance towards Draco. Draco wasn’t much of a dancer, but his father hadn’t given him much of a choice, throwing him at whichever decent-looking girl approached him for a dance. It had all been for work appearances of course.

With your arms tangled loosely around Cedric’s neck and his at your waist, making small talk only made you wish it had been Draco taking his spot. When you closed your eyes and smiled, for a moment, you’d imagine his platinum locks and icy eyes staring into the depths of yours. You’d blush anytime you thought of the weight of his hands at your waist or falling to your hips. You’d feel warm and fuzzy and think of all the times the two of you shared kisses and cuddled at night in his bed as your long conversations lured the both of you to sleep in each other’s arms. You’d think of his arms wrapped around you, not Cedric’s.

But when you finally opened your eyes again, Cedric was still smiling and talking about how amazing the orchestra was as well as a few compliments here and there about your flawless dancing. But he had lied, dismissing the fact that during that short time of you closing your eyes, you’d already stepped on his foot twice. Draco would’ve insulted your missed steps, only to insult his own immediately after, which would have led to laughter on both ends and a disapproving scowl from this father.

You tossed Cedric a soft grin and on the last dip, your eyes had finally met Draco’s. The glance had been enough to make your heart stop cold in your chest, even Cedric had asked if you were alright, but you couldn’t break the intensity of Draco’s stare. A bit of anger and jealously flickered in them, but a bit of sorrow as well.

You’d assured Cedric that you were fine once the music cut to an end and people shuffling out had become enough to interrupt the exchange. By the time you had answered and turned back, Draco was gone, leaving you yearning for just one more moment with him, even from afar.

“I guess the one thing I like the most is his intensity when he’s passionate about something. There’s a slight flicker in his eyes when he sees something he wants… when he sees me,” you whisper while turning your head towards Hermione with a soft grin following after the thought of him.

But your answer falls on deaf eyes and you realize your exhausted friend had already drifted to sleep before you could even answer.

Maybe this is something worth keeping to yourself anyways. You think to yourself and flip the lamp off before drifting off the sleep.

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thebiggerbear · 2 months

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Hermione Granger Masterlist

(works coming soon)

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lady-laree-world · 2 years

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Can you please write caregiver!hermione x little!reader? :)

You can decide about what (ofcourse fluff though) <3

A sweet surprise

Caregiver! Hermione Granger x little! Reader

summary: you decide to make a surprise to Hermione but not everything is fine.

Warnings: knives and a little blood, for the rest it is pure fluff :)

a/n: Hii, I wanted to apologize to you for making you wait really long but unfortunately as soon as I made the first post on my blog I was deleted the account and I could not recover it until a couple of days ago. I'm so sorry 😩😩

🌼This is my first fanfiction here, I hope you enjoy <333

🌼English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake,if you find any please report them to me so that the. next time you can write it correctly 🙈🙈

Finally it's Sunday and you can relax with your girlfriend after long tiring days. You had been thinking for a while about how tired Hermione was and you wanted this day to be completely dedicated to her, as a thank you for all the times she had taken one of the little tees. Hermione had reiterated countless times that you didn't need to thank her but you were stubborn and wanted at all costs to make her have a special day. Your plan is a simple picnic by the lake, just the way she likes it. You had everything ready: sandwiches, drinks and snacks, all that was needed was fruit for the fruit salad.

Even though Hermione made you promise not to use knives when you were little, you decided to disobey: after all you don't feel too small and this is a special occasion. You take the knife from the kitchen drawer and start cutting the fruit into cubes, so concentrated that you don't notice Hermione's arrival. <What are you doing with that knife?> Your girlfriend's voice suddenly rings out in the room making you jump. The knife slips from your hand in fright as it slashes your palm.

Hermione approaches concerned but you step away from her as you regress into your smaller head space. <Sweetheart what's wrong?> She asks, frightened by your unusual behavior. <Mommy, I'm sorwy> you say crying as she gently strokes your head, drawing you into her embrace. <Honey don't worry, could you please explain what you were doing?>

Her voice rings softly in your ears but despite this due to the fear of reproaches she might say you can only whisper softly into her chest: <I-I was cutting some fruit>

Hermione keeps stroking your head trying to relax you <And why were you cutting some fruit?> You stiffen and squeeze your arms harder around her torso pressing your head into the hollow of her neck. <I wanted to-to suwprise you, I wanted to thank y-you for all the times you helped me> <Oh my sweet baby, I already said that you don't have to do anything for me, right? I support and help you because I love you and that will never change. How about if I finish cutting the fruit now and then explain to me what you had planned for today?> You nod quickly as you give her a loud kiss on her cheek and she takes you to the bathroom to mend your cut.

In the end, despite the unexpected event, you managed to give her a surprise that Hermione really appreciated.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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I'll be writing for Hermione!!

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oriengranger · 2 years

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Caught (Hermione Granger x Reader)

warnings: smut, mature topics

here you were, grinding yourself against your pillow as thoughts about Hermione filled your mind. you've needed her ever since you first laid eyes on her, she was the most desirable crush you ever had.

you kept yelling her name over and over again as you ignited with pleasure, luckily everyone was outside so no-one could hear you, or so you thought.

as you were about to reach your release, the door to the prefect dorm suddenly creaked open, unbeknownst to you. you felt a hand land on your shoulder, but with your eyes shut you couldn't see who it was. you shot your head up and let yourself rise off your pillow, calling out for their name before opening your eyes. it was Hermione. you stared at her shocked, to your surprise she had her hand down her pants, and was staring directly at you.

"I never knew such a girl like you would even think about things like that." she cooed, voice filled with pure lust. you were speechless, embarrassed to be caught masturbating to her, not knowing what to say or do. "Tsk tsk, going shy on me hm?" she got closer and closer to you until she was on the bed, her face practically leaning on yours. "I'm sorry i-" she set her finger on your lips, shutting you up immediately. "No need to apologize, princess." you went red at the pet name, you could've came just from that.

"Now, on your back." she demanded, sliding her top and pants off. you obliged, laying yourself back on the bed, eyes still focused on her every move. she knew how much you wanted this, she could practically see it radiating off of you, she made it her goal to mark you as hers.

she teasingly slid off your clothes, maintaining heavy eye contact with you, a smirk plastered on her blushed face. she left you in just a brassiere and panties. "Such a hot body, and it's all f'me." she said, a moan barely hidden in her voice. she bent down and kitten licked up your thigh, you moaned as she did. then she reached your already soaked cunt, looking up at you for permission, earning a nod.

she started by running her digits along your inner thigh, she then planted small kisses along your folds, you shuddered at her doing so. "Ready pretty girl?" she asked, smirking directly at you. "Always." you were barely able to speak.

she slid her tongue into you, her finger massaging your clit, making you moan louder than ever. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" you cursed over and over again, practically drowning in this newfound feeling. her finger was now rubbing at an almost animalistic speed, you were practically screaming at this point.

you got closer and closer to your high, and as you did she only got somehow faster. you squeezed your thighs together, pushing her head further in so she wouldn't move. as you were finally about to release, she suddenly stopped, managing to get herself out of the headlock you had her in.

"Hey! What was that for?" you asked, almost whining like a child. "I want something out of this too you know." she smirked, getting off the bed and re-appearing behind you. "I wanna sit on your face." she bent down to whisper in your ear, you looked at her shocked but turned on nonetheless. you obeyed, letting her climb on top of you so you 2 were in a '69' position. you had to admit, you loved the new view.

she got right back to eating you out, and you did the same. all that was heard now were loud moans and screams filling the room, no more sounds of quidditch practice, floorboards creaking, and whatever else.

she started to shake more, signaling she was close to releasing, so you sped up, giving her a taste of her own medicine. you barely held her down as her body spasmed like crazy, finally coming down from her high, covering your tongue in her substance. you finished at the same time as her, also releasing onto her tongue.

"That was-" she stuttered, barely able to form a sentence. "Amazing I know." you smirked as you pulled her in for a kiss. "So did I fulfill your fantasy?" she giggled. "Maybe, maybe not. There's still a lot more I thought about besides what you walked in on.."

"Guess we'll be here for a while then."

Fin.

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poisonlove · 1 year

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—Fake Relationships; Hermione Granger (p.2)

Atención; en éste capítulo hay besos entre dos chicas

Contenido lesbico.

Unos minutos más tarde salí a través del cuadro de la señora gorda y vi agrupadas en la distancia Olivia y Jenna junto con el resto del trío de oro. Me acerqué más a ellos y puse mis brazos sobre los hombros de Olivia y Jenna.

—Finalmente! ¿Cuánto demonios te tomó?-Dice resoplando con ira Olivia, levantando la mano y tejiéndola con la mía.

—¿Te perdiste en el baño?- Pregunta sonriendo Jenna, levantando su mano y entrelazando nuestros dedos. Sonrío al recuerdo de esta mañana.

—No es mi culpa que Hermione no se moviera-afirmo sonriendo débilmente.— Bueno... podías esperarla abajo...- Jenna entrecerró los ojos amenazadores, me incliné y le di un beso en la frente.

—Claro... pero no es mi culpa que me abrazara como un koala-Las chicas a mis lados gimen de la sorpresa.

—¡QUÉ!- exclamaron al mismo tiempo las chicas.- Escucharon- dije girando los ojos molesta.

—mione qué?- Alguien interviene y sonrío cuando me di cuenta de que era Ron Weasley. El chico me miraba fatal, una mirada furiosa estaba impresa en su cara, haciéndome sentir triunfante.

—Aquí estoy... perdón por el retraso amor- afirma una dulce voz a mis espaldas, me volví y sonreí sorprendida cuando vi a hermione caminar hacia mí.

Cierto, Me había olvidado completamente de nuestra falsa relación, por eso me llamó amor.

Jenna y Olivia se miraron confundidas y amenazantemente me miraron a los ojos en busca de respuestas, yo le hice una sonrisa nerviosa. Harry y Ron tenían la boca completamente abierta. Ginny, que caminaba al lado de la castaña, se detuvo un segundo en el lugar, abriendo los ojos después de tal confesión. Hermione se acercó a mí y haciendo una tos falsa, dejó claro a las chicas a mi lado que tenían que moverse.Jenna y Olivia dieron un paso atrás, bastante sorprendidas por todo esto.

Hermione me sonrió genuinamente, dio un paso hacia adelante y envolvió sus brazos alrededor de mi cuello, puse mis manos alrededor de su cintura, abrazándola suavemente. Se acercó más y me puso los labios en la mejilla, besándome tiernamente.

—¿Has visto la cara? Está explotando- me susurra al oído y sonrió triste cuando me di cuenta de a quién se refería.

Ron tenía las manos apretadas y me lanzaba dagas con la mirada. Hermione sonrió contra mi oído y me hizo sonrojar.

—Bueno... ya que estamos todos, ¿vamos?- Propuso hermione, poniéndose a mi lado trenzando nuestros dedos, instintivamente pasé el pulgar sobre el dorso de su mano, acariciándola suavemente.

(...)

Llegamos a Hogsmerade, el trayecto fue bastante silencioso, bastante embarazoso por cierto.

—Bueno... tengo que ir a la biblioteca... nos vemos en las tres escobas?- Pregunta hermione, los presentes asintieron.

—Voy contigo-dijo rápidamente Ron. Lo miré amenazantemente a los ojos.

—Nos vemos luego, amor...- Hermione desata nuestras manos y se inclinó para darme un delicado beso en la mejilla, me sonrió y se encaminó hacia la biblioteca seguida por Ron. Sigo con la mirada la figura de hermione, suspirando enamorada.

Una mano tomó la mía y miré desconcertada cómo Jenna me alejaba de los demás, seguida de Olivia.

—¡¿Qué demonios?! ¿Cuándo fue eso? ¿Por qué no lo dijiste?- Olivia me hace muchas preguntas al mismo tiempo dejándome confundida.

—fue ayer...-afirmo, diciendo media verdad.

—No se los dije porque todo sucedió tan rápido- añadio, mirando a Olivia con una ligera sonrisa en mis labios.

—No me lo creo, dinos la verdad... te conocemos desde hace mucho tiempo, T/N, sabemos cuando mientes– dice Olivia cruzando los brazos en el pecho, mirándome seriamente.

Hice un suspiro resignado.

—Ok- dije desconsolada.- Hermione me matará- murmuro entre yo y yo,derrotada.

[...]

—¿No crees que es un poco mezquino?- Pregunta Olivia preocupada después de escuchar toda mi explicación. apoya una mano en mi hombro, dándome un apretón reconfortante.

—Al final serás destruida, agregó, con un tono notablemente enojado.

—Hermione no sabe lo que siento- me justifico.

—¡Ese no es el punto! ella te está usando para poner celoso a otro!- dice enojada Jenna gesticulando.

— Bueno...su plan está funcionando- Me río para suavizar la situación.

— T/N, en serio, acaba con toda esta historia-me aconseja preocupada Jenna.—No puedo, se lo prometí-agaché la cabeza. —¡Ella te romperá el corazón!- Dijo casi gritando Jenna, mirándome suplicando.

—el corazón me lo rompió cuando me pidió que la ayudara a conquistar a Ron- susurré, con un dolor lacerante en el pecho.

—Este es el punto- la voz de Olivia se rompe, haciendo que levante la vista del suelo.

—¡Te está usando! Consciente de sus sentimientos o no el asunto no cambia.- una lágrima descendió a lo largo de su mejilla. Me acerqué y envolví mis brazos alrededor de su cintura.

—Muchas gracias, chicas... pero sé muy bien que Hermione y yo solo vamos a tener una amistad... soy su mejor amiga y como tal la he ayudado.- Afirmé suspirando, dando un beso en la frente de Olivia que todavía estaba llorando contra mi pecho.

—Es... que... será frustrante ayudarte cuando todo esto termine... las noches que pasarás llorando serán muchísimas y el dolor que sentirás mirando a Hermione feliz con Ron te romperá completamente- añade entre un sollozo y otro.

—Por eso estáis aquí para ayudarme- dije extendiendo un brazo, uniendo el abrazo jenna

—os amo chicas- afirmo sonriendo ligeramente. —Nosotras también- dijeron al unísono Jenna y Olivia.

—Bueno... ¿vamos ahora? Ginny y Harry nos están mirando preocupados- afirmo rompiendo el abrazo. -

—Bueno, pero el discurso no termina aquí-dijo Jenna. Como si nada hubiera pasado caminamos hacia los chicos que nos estaban esperando.

—¿Todo bien?- Pregunta ginny, levantando una ceja, curiosa. —Sí... cuestión... personal...- afirma sonriendo débilmente Olivia. — Bien...- dijo insegura la pelirroja.—De todos modos, ¿pasamos un momento a los gemelos? Luego vamos a los tres mangos de escoba.- Pregunta ginny.

—Sí. Yo también tengo que comprar algo-dice sonriendo Olivia.

Empezamos a caminar y doblando la esquina vemos la tienda de gemelos.

—¡Vamos a hacerlo rápido!- Dijo Ginny entrando en la tienda, luego Harry y Olivia la siguieron a toda prisa, dejándome sola con Jenna.

Miré alrededor y vi que justo enfrente de la tienda de Fred y George estaba la biblioteca, me acerqué lentamente al vidrio e inmediatamente pude ver la figura de Hermione sosteniendo un libro en sus manos.

Frente a ella estaba Ron, el chico con una sonrisa impresa en sus labios movía un mechón de pelo desde delante de su cara, poniéndola detrás de su oreja. Las mejillas de Hermione se pusieron rojas debido a este gesto y tímidamente devolvió la sonrisa.La mano de Ron todavía estaba apoyada en su mejilla, acariciándola lenta y suavemente. la distancia entre sus caras era mínima.

Con una sonrisa triste miré la escena.

Me sentía impotente , ni siquiera podía ir allí y reclamar lo que era mío, hacerle entender a Weasley que estaba tocando a MI novia, que si lo hacía otra vez, lo enviaría a la enfermería. Reprimí mis impulsos homicidas y respirando profundamente traté de calmar mis instintos posesivos. habría sido estúpido y patético de mi parte hacer una escena de celos ya que la relación con Hermione era totalmente falsa.

Además fue hecha para poner celoso al chico delante de ella.

Touché...

Al parecer, Hermione notó mi presencia, ya que inmediatamente después, la sonrisa en su rostro se tambaleó. Un destello de preocupación apareció en sus ojos de color avellana y levanté los pulgares para hacerle entender que todo iba bien.

—Vamos...- susurra Jenna, alejándome del cristal de la biblioteca.

Al mismo tiempo, Ginny, Harry, Olivia y Hermione junto con Ron, salieron de sus respectivas tiendas.

— Bueno, ahora podemos ir a buscar una burrobirra-dice satisfecha Ginny con una bolsa de "dulces" en sus manos.—Vamos...- susurra hermione mirándome a los ojos preocupada. Comenzamos a caminar y la mano de hermione se entrelaza con la mía.

—por lo que has visto antes...- comienza, cuando oídos curiosos se alejan. —No importa... va bien el plan...- dije sonriendo. —Pero...- abre la boca para decir su opinión Pero la interrumpo,

—en serio... No estamos realmente juntos.. Me alegro de que seas feliz con Ron.– hermione se mordió el labio inferior, bajando la mirada sigue caminando perdida en sus pensamientos.

Finalmente llegamos a las tres escobas y sonrío cuando vi una copa en la barra. Harry, Ginny y las chicas se fueron a tomar asiento y nosotras los íbamos a seguir.

Eso pensé.

Hermione frenó bruscamente y comenzó a mirar un punto fijo ante sus ojos. Seguí su mirada y vi lo que estaba mirando. Lavander Brown estaba conversando animadamente con Ron, este último le sonreía, haciendo sonrojar a la niña. El agarre de Hermione en mi mano se convirtió en hierro, especialmente cuando la castaña puso sus manos en forma de copa en las mejillas de Ron, uniendo sus labios.

Lo siento por Lavander, la pobre era solo un peón de Ron para poner celosa a Hermione.

—Bésame- dice rápidamente Hermione.—¿Qué?- Pregunté incrédula.

—Bésame...- repitió poniéndose delante de mí.

Puse las manos alrededor de su cintura y con nerviosismo me acerqué a su cara.

—muévete -susurra entre los dientes la castaña. Lentamente me incliné y puse mis labios suavemente sobre los de Hermione.

Una explosión de fuegos artificiales ocurrió en mi estómago y una descarga eléctrica corrió por toda mi columna vertebral. Los labios de Hermione eran tan suaves y perfectos que inmediatamente temí que se convertirían en mi nueva droga. La mano de Granger se movió hacia mi nuca, atrayéndome más hacia ella. Sostuve mis manos alrededor de su cintura y con determinación continué el beso.Hermione inclina la cabeza hacia un lado y lentamente saqué la lengua de mis labios, golpeándola contra los labios de la bruja más inteligente de nuestra generación exigiendo impaciente el acceso, esta última sonriendo contra mi boca me lo concede y cuando mi lengua encuentra la suya, un gemido sale de sus labios, haciéndome estremecer por el placer.

Hermione rompe el contacto entre nuestros labios tirándome con los dientes el labio inferior, acción que me hizo gemir. Me incliné hacia ella, uniendo por una milésima de segundo nuestras bocas.sonrió de nuevo.

—Mira lo enojado que está...- susurra después de terminar el beso, apoyando la cabeza contra mi pecho. De hecho, Ron estaba muy enojado, me miraba amenazadoramente y su cara se volvía roja como su pelo. Sonrío victoriosa y triunfante.

Lavander en shock camina hacia nuestra dirección.

— O Merlín.. ¡Felicidades! ¿Cuándo ocurrió?- pregunta emocionada.

— ayer... afirma hermione acurrucándose más entre mis brazos.

—¡qué buena noticia! La próxima vez podemos hacer una cita entre parejas!- Propone lavander emocionada.Ron se une a su novia, poniéndose delante de nosotros.

—¿Vamos a la mesa?- Pregunta Ron poniendo una mano alrededor de la cintura de lavander. —Los chicos nos están esperando-señaló y Lavander asiente feliz.

Hermione tenía la intención de ir a la mesa de los chicos pero mi mano entrelazada a la suya se lo impide.

—Qué sucede?- me pregunta levantando una ceja curiosa. - No nada, espérame allí, voy por las bebidas, le dije sonriendo.

Empecé a caminar hacia el mostrador, pero una mano agarra suavemente la mía, me di la vuelta y sonreí sorprendida cuando vi los ojos color avellana de hermione, en sus labios había una leve sonrisa.—pasa algo?- susurré, mirándola con curiosidad —ven aquí...-estira una mano y la posa contra el cuello de mi camisa, atrayéndome hacia ella.

Sus labios se clavan suavemente en los míos y sonriendo le devuelvo el beso.Puse una mano alrededor de su cintura y con malicia hice deslizar la lengua por los labios de hermione, haciéndola gemir por la sorpresa. La falta de aire se hizo sentir de nuevo y con tristeza me alejé de su deliciosa boca. Hermione hizo un adorable puchero y se extendió de nuevo hacia mis labios. El beso que me dio duró unos segundos y como penitencia me mordió ligeramente el labio inferior, volviéndome loca. De sus labios salió una risita y dándome un rápido beso en los labios se dirige a la mesa junto a los demás.

—vaya actriz...— susurro.

Suspirando, me acerqué a la barra y pedí tres burrobirra, Ginny se acercó a mí y me miró con una sonrisa de vergüenza. — Podías habérmelo dicho esta mañana que estabais juntas...- dice decepcionada, sonriendo a la camarera que le entregaba las 4 burrobirra que había pedido recientemente.

—Lo siento... no lo he pensado... ¿Puedes perdonarme?- Pregunté avergonzada y ella asintió. —Muévete y lleva las órdenes a la mesa- Me ordenó e hice el gesto militar, haciendo reír a la chica detrás del mostrador.

Le sonreí a la camarera y saqué los burrobirra de la barra, me acerqué a la mesa y unas risas colectivas me hicieron sonreír.

—¿Qué dulce -dice Lavander poniendo una mano sobre el corazón, mirando a hermione con una ligera sonrisa en los labios.

—¿qué es dulce?–Pregunto llegando delante de ellos.—Para la loca...- dije entregando el cáliz a Olivia, que me hizo una mueca indignada. Le sonreí haciéndole entender que estaba bromeando pero la muchacha se quedó enfurruñada.

que niña...

—y para mi princesa...-puse la burrobirra delante de hermione. sus mejillas se tiñen inmediatamente de rojo y mirándome suavemente se inclinó hacia mí, uniendo nuestros labios por unos segundos. Sonrío contra su boca.

—Gracias amor...-sonríe y me senté junto a la castaña, puse un brazo alrededor de la cintura de hermione. —Hermione me estaba contando cuando se dio cuenta de que te amaba...-dijo suspirando Lavander.

Por eso dijo que era dulce

levanto una ceja curiosa.—ah sí?-Miré a hermione con una ligera sonrisa en los labios y las mejillas enrojecidas de hermione se pusieron aún más rojas, avergonzada hermione puso la cabeza contra mi pecho.—ah ah- mugula. volví los ojos, con una sonrisa en los labios.

Quién sabe lo que habrá inventado...

Ignoré ese pensamiento incómodo y me fijé en Lavander. — ¿Y tú? ¿Cuándo te diste cuenta?- Me pregunta curiosa. Sonrío y enfocandome en Lavander, ignoro la mirada penetrante de hermione.

—Cuando me crucé por primera vez con sus ojos pensé que la amaba. sus iris avellana y su hermosa y sincera sonrisa inmediatamente me hicieron perder la cabeza.– sonrío

—fue amor a primera vista- suspiro.

—Me encanta su inteligencia. Me encanta cuando se muerde el labio inferior concentrada o nerviosa, me encanta cuando riza la nariz confundida y me encanta cuando esconde sus mejillas enrojecidas entre su cabello rebelde, cabello que amo profundamente-reí ligeramente.

—cuando entrelaza nuestros dedos me siento especial.. y cuando tuve el honor de besarla...me sentí la mujer más afortunada de la tierra...Tuve suerte de tenerla como amiga y soy afortunada de tenerla como novia- todos los presentes en la mesa me miraban en silencio, mis mejillas se tiñen de rojo y me volví a mirar a Hermione.

La morena tenía la boca abierta y sorprendida sonrió ligeramente, se inclinó e hizo unir nuestros labios, correspondì tímidamente el beso.

—¿De verdad?- Murmura a un soplo de mis labios, yo asiento lentamente.

Une de nuevo nuestros labios.

—Fue... Wow, la voz de Lavander se ha roto un poco, ¿por qué no me dices lo mismo, Won Won?- Pregunta graciosa a Ron. Me volví hacia el rojo que me miraba fijamente, ignorando la pregunta de su novia.

Hermione para romper la tensión de un trago a su burrobirra. — Emmm mione..- las mejillas de Ron se ponen rojas e hizo gestos en su cara, Hermione lo mira confundida, se vuelve hacia mí con una ceja levantada.

Traté de no sonreír cuando vi el bigote de espuma en su labio superior y me incliné sobre los labios de Hermione. La morena un poco sorprendida me devolvió el beso y sonrió contra mi boca. Saqué la lengua y la pasé por su labio superior, quitándole el bigote de espuma, cuando me alejé vi las mejillas de hermione teñidas de rojo. Me lamo los labios y sonrío traviesa.

—Tenías un bigote de espuma- dije y ella apoyó la cabeza sobre mi pecho, sonriendo nerviosamente. —Gracias...- murmura.

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