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please notice ||Hermione Granger x Gryffindor!Reader

Warnings: Angsty and Fluffy all at once

Do you dream of me?

And when you're awake

Do you think of me?

Hermione Granger.

Your best friend and one who was constantly in your thoughts.

She was the first thing you thought about when you woke up and the final thought on your mind before you fell asleep. Every night your dreams were weaved with thoughts of your best friend whom you desperately wished more than friendship from. In a way it was an endless cycle of torture.

Hermione Granger did not think about you.

You were certain of this.

On the other hand you thought about every little perfect thing your best friend did. The way she always wrote upwards instead of downwards. How she never folded the corners of her books, always leaving one of the hundred bookmarks she had in her bag. The way her eyebrows furrowed when she took notes in class.

Everything.

"Y/N?"

You snap out of your dazed thoughts, Harry and Ron gazing at you in concern. You give them a smile, "Sorry. Just distracted I guess." You look down nervously at your food, a slight smirk on your face.

"Merlin, what on Earth were you thinking about?" Ron asked, taking a sip from his pumpkin juice.

You shake your head, "Nothing."

A sigh leaves your lips as you watch Hermione flip the page of her book, sending you a smile, "Nothing at all."

I need to know

How do you feel?

Hermione Granger was confusing.

There were often times when you found yourself indulging in the moments that Hermione reciprocated your small actions of affection. Whether it was caressing her hand during those times when the boys stressed her to to limit. Or when she did the same for you in Potions, Snape's cruel sneer lingering over both of you.

It was those moments when she hugged you tightly after a Quidditch game, words of praise leaving her lips at your performance. You would squeeze her, relishing in the feeling of having her flushed against you. It was confusing, not knowing how she felt. Was she simply showing you affection? Did she really feel the way you did?

You doubted it.

But you couldn't help yourself. Each touch left you wanting more. Thoughts of her were both a blessing and a sin. Those special nights you snuck Firewhiskey into the Gryffindor dormitory were sacred. The only nights you could lean into her touch, the only time she would truly and deeply indulge in your obvious flirtations, the excuse of your drunken states taking the pressure off anything serious.

It was the same cycle over and over again and you enjoyed what you got. However, there was always the reminder that it could be so much more. That your little indulgences could become daily occurrences with no need to hide them. But then again, was the ticking time clock that was the truth.

Did she really feel the same?

'Cause, baby when I sleep

I dream of you

And when I'm awake

That's all I do

Think about every detail you have