KISSES ─ h.p. imagines.

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Hermione was absolutely knackered. It had been a long day of work at the ministry, and people were so annoying. She groaned inwardly and pushed the front door of the house open.

"Baby, I'm home," she said, hoarsely. "I'm in the kitchen, mama! Get ready for dinner," called (Y/N). Hermione didn't notice the strained happiness in her voice.

Hermione smiled at the nickname. She trudged upstairs and flung herself into the bathroom. After a quick, relaxing shower she felt more awake and refreshed. With a wave of her wand she tamed her long unruly mane of chestnut brown hair into a braid and slipped on a pair of pyjamas.

She could hear the faint humming of (Y/N) as she quietly went downstairs.

(Y/N) was setting down two plates of pasta on the table as Hermione entered the dining room. Hermione was about to say something but stopped, her lips parted in a 'O' of pleasant surprise.

(Y/N) was wearing pyjamas. Her special pyjamas. That were meant for special nights. Romantic nights. It was a silk set, baby blue slip and shorts, trimmed with white lace. It made her look innocent.

"Bubba, you know if you wanted to you could have told me," Hermione cooed, hugging (Y/N) from behind. She watched as (Y/N) stilled, a dark blush spilling on to her cheeks as she turned to face her girlfriend.

"I thought nothing of the sort," she said, burying her face into the crook of Hermione's neck. "I couldn't find a clean pair of pyjamas and this was all I had left."

Hermione laughed softly. "Let's eat before the pasta gets cold," (Y/N) said, quickly. She pulled out a chair for Hermione and then eased herself into the one next to her, wincing slightly.
Hermione hadn't noticed.

They ate in silence. Hermione was surprised by how good the pasta was. (Y/N) had taken to try and cook dinner every few days. Usually Hermione would have eaten a few mouthfuls and then insist that she was too full to eat any more of the 'splendid' meal, and after she made sure (Y/N) had fallen asleep she would nip downstairs and raid the fridge or order a late night takeaway. But tonight's dinner was shockingly delicious.

When her plate was cleared, Hermione excused herself and set the plate in the sink, and a sponge immediately got up to clean it. She went back to the table to see (Y/N) toying with her food, staring at it glumly. She had barely eaten anything.

"Come on, baby, eat," Hermione said, gently pulling the fork out of her hand and raising it to her mouth.

"I don't feel hungry anymore," (Y/N) mumbled, turning her head away. Hermione tried to make her eat, but (Y/N) shook her head promptly, her bottom lip trembling. Hermione gave up. She took the plate to the kitchen, wrapped it in cling film and put it in the fridge.

She found (Y/N) sitting on the couch in the living room, staring determinedly at the television. Her eyes were pools of sadness. Hermione sighed. (Y/N) was upset. Very upset. Usually they'd talk and cuddle and everything would be dandy again, but this time (Y/N) seemed insistent on not opening up.

As soon as (Y/N) saw Hermione walked in, she stood up, abruptly. " I-I'm gonna go to bed. G'night," she muttered, and hastily sidling past Hermione and clambering up the stairs.

Hermione was confused. Had she done something to upset (Y/N)? Was she sick? Had she hurt herself and was afraid to talk about it?

She sat down on the couch with her head in her hands. Staring between her fingers, she noticed a small, green piece of paper peeking out from beneath the couch. She picked it up. It was a coupon.

Miss Marshall's Magical Weight Removal? Hermione thought, feeling very concerned. (Y/N) wasn't seriously buying these products, was she?

Hermione tore up the little strip of paper with immense anger and threw it into the fire before extinguishing it with her wand.

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Hermione was going through all the cupboards, and was furious to find so many of these Weight Removal products hidden amongst all the other stuff in there. Soon she had at least ten little green bottles on the counter in front of her. Without a second thought, she tossed them into the bin where they belonged.

Absolutely livid with anger, she stormed upstairs and flung the bedroom door open. (Y/N) was curled into a shaky little ball, looking terrified.

"(Y/N), we need to talk," Hermione said, sternly. (Y/N) shook her head and hid under the sheets. "There's nothing to talk about," she whispered, and pulled the covers over her head. Hermione let out an exasperated huff and threw the blankets off the bed. (Y/N) gave her a watery glare. Hermione opened her mouth but (Y/N) beat her to it.

"You were going through the cupboards again," she said, her voice full of hurt. "I know I'm not a good cook but do you really have to rub it in?"

Hermione paused. She didn't know that (Y/N) knew about her late night trips to the kitchen.

"I wasn't going through them for that," she said, in a dismissive yet gentle tone. "I was getting rid of all that weight removal rubbish. (N/N), just tell me what's going on, please."

(Y/N) said nothing for a few minutes. Hesitantly, she met her girlfriend's gaze. Hermione pulled her into a cuddle as (Y/N) began to speak.

"Well," she started, "I was gone grocery shopping like I said I would, and when I got there I ran into that bitch Pansy."

Hermione took a sharp intake of breath and cradled (Y/N) closer.

"I was thinking of inviting Harry and Ron over for dinner, so I got a pack of those chocolate biscuits Ron likes. Then Pansy came around the corner and said, 'You do realize that those biscuits are going to make you even fatter, right?' And I was going to say something back but then she said all this horrible stuff, 'Mione, stuff about you and me. Then she gave me a coupon for Miss Marshall's Magical Weight Removal and left. So I thought I would try-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," said Hermione, seething. (Y/N) shut her mouth immediately.

"You're telling me you listened to her?" she hissed, looking at (Y/N) disappointedly. (Y/N) gave a fearful, embarrassed nod. Hermione sighed.

"How many of those bottles did you get through?" she asked, and (Y/N) stilled.

"Three," whispered (Y/N), who felt thoroughly ashamed, frightened tears slipping down her face. Hermione wiped them away, pressing a kiss on the crying girl's forehead.

"I don't want you doing something stupid like this ever again, understood?" she said, firmly. (Y/N) nodded. Hermione pulled her on to her lap, and (Y/N) clung to her like a koala, wrapping her arms and legs around her.

"I'm sorry, mama," she sniffled. Hermione ran her hand up and down her back. "It's okay, baby. Just don't do it again. You're perfect just the way you are."

Hermione lifted (Y/N)'s chin and gazed at her features.

"You have the most beautiful (e/c) eyes," she smiled, staring into them. "You have the cutest little nose," she said, tweaking the girl's nose affectionately. (Y/N) gave a flustered giggle. Hermione chuckled.

"And when you smile," she said, gazing at (Y/N) with so much love that it made (Y/N)'s heart melt. "The whole world stops and stares for a while. You know why?" (Y/N) shook her head.

"Because you're amazing, (N/N),  just the way you are," Hermione whispered, and (Y/N), overcome with emotion, knocked her back on to the bed in a searing, loving, heartfelt kiss.

She held Hermione tightly as they pulled apart for air. Many "I love you"'s and kisses later, they fell asleep, (Y/N) on top of Hermione, arms wrapped around each other lovingly, in their own little world of happiness.

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Heyyyyy! Look, I'm really sorry about this super late chapter.  I was originally gonna publish a Draco Malfoy one but Wattpad wouldn't save it and I decided to take a break from it and write something else. Short, but sweet. And listen, no matter what anyone says about you, just remember you're amazing just the way you are. Ily babes.💖💝💖

- Kazzy 💞