𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Hermione Granger - Comfort

Platonic! Fluff

TW: mild cursing and probably cringey writing

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Y/N POV:

We nearly died. Deatheaters had somehow known that we were moving Harry today. It was no coincidence; what deatheater would just see Harry Potter in the sky out of the blue? Most of us survived and one died. If you ask me, Mundungus Fletcher, yes the bald rat, is a coward. He basically ditched Mad-eye because he looked at one person and apparated.

'I better stop thinking about these sad events and go find Hermione', I thought to myself.

Hermione was my bestfriend along with Ron and Harry. But sometimes boys can be so oblivious, it's like they think that every girl's life is perfect, although Harry is a little understanding of us, unlike a certain ginger Weasley that goes by the name of; Ronald Weasley.

The amount of times Hermione cried because of him is absolutely outrageous. I thank Merlin that I have Hermione because I really don't think I could've survived dealing with those two idiots.

Sometimes I wonder how she does it; keeping up her good grades, have friends at the same time and save all four of us when we did something stupid.

As I walked into the kitchen, I was suddenly hit with the lovely smell of food. It smelled like we were in Hogwarts.

'I'm going to miss Hogwarts', I thought to myself.

We can't go back because Dumbledore is dead. Without Dumbledore, no doubt me, Hermione, Ron and Harry are going to be attacked and possibly kidnapped for Voldemort. Yes I say his name, because I don't fear some pale, noseless loser who got defeated more than once by a teenager.

I saw Hermione, Ginny and Fleur helping Molly. I head to where Molly stood near the countertop by the stove.

"Mrs. Weasley, can I help cut the vegetables?".

"Y/N my dear, how many times have I told you to call me Molly," she said playfully.

"If you want, you can cut the carrots, tomatoes and the peppers, although I really insist that you go take a rest and I will call you when dinner's ready." She smiled.

"I want to help instead," I said smiling in return,

"Besides, I'm not tired at all actually." I laughed.

"Alright dear, I will take your word for it."

She turned around and continued to season the chicken.  I grabbed a knife, and started cutting the carrots with ease, followed by the tomatoes and then the peppers.

After I was finished, I decided to help around in the kitchen a little more before deciding to go to my room and take a shower because all the fighting with the deatheaters made me really sweaty.

I passed Hermione's room and heard sobs coming from her room. I hadn't even see her leave the kitchen earlier. I decided to go to her room instead. I was originally going to knock but I decided against it even though it is common curtesy.

I opened the door only to see Hermione curled up in her bed and her shoulders shaking slightly. She immediately sat up and turned to me when she heard me walk into her room. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. It reminded me of when she was crying in sixth year and I comforted her. I didn't like to see my friends cry, especially my bestfriend because it hurts my heart and I feel the need to comfort them.

I immediately walked over to her and sat next to her, pulling her into a hug. I felt her completely fall into my shoulder and cry even more. Her tears soaked my shirt but that didn't bother me.

What did bother me was the fact that she was crying and I wanted to know why. At first I thought it was because Mad-eye was dead, but I thought better of it because she wouldn't be crying like her heart was torn apart.

Then I thought it was because of Ron, and then I was ready to get up and stupefy his ass but I decided against it and instead waited for Hermione to tell me what's wrong.

"I obliviated my parents." She sobbed.

"I'm so sorry 'Mione."

"I don't think I can reverse the spell when this is all over."

I really felt it for her, because I know what its like to not know your real parents, and in Hermione's case; her parents won't remember her.

You see I was adopted but my foster parents don't really care about me. They only adopted me because as they say, 'You are only here so we could look good for the Press'. Like Neville, my parents were tortured, except they died in the process.

Dumbledore decided the safest thing to do was to put me in an orphanage, and that's when I was adopted. Dumbledore doesn't know how horrible they are and I never told him because I just didn't. But I think the real reason they hate me is because they are muggles and could only dream of possessing such magic like me.

I comforted Hermione to the best of my ability while assuring her that she was very brave for doing something that involves losing her parents but protecting them at the same time. Sometimes I wish we were normal, just be like everyone else with normal problems.

But I'm glad its us instead, because then that means we have to face Voldemort instead of the innocent people who might die, before they can even live their lives properly. I just know that there is a war coming and if I am being honest, I am scared because half of the wizarding world are children and its not fair that they have to face a war so young.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was nearly six. Hermione had calmed down after a while. I looked at her and held her by her shoulders,

"Hermione Jean Granger, you are a brave woman and to do something so courageous just proves that you care, and even if your parents aren't going to remember you that doesn't mean you left their hearts too. They are going to miss you but they won't know what they are missing. You just have to keep fighting for us and your parents and remember that you protected your parents and after all this is done we can figure out a way to help you befriend them and become closer to them again even if it's not as their daughter okay?"

She looked at me and smiled, not fully, but she still smiled.

"There she is," I smiled.

"Y/N I love you so much and I couldn't ask for a better bestfriend," She laughed.

"I love you too. Now, I will let you go wash your face while I go change my shirt and come back and wait for for you here, and then we will go to the kitchen yeah?"

"Yeah and sorry about your shirt," She replied.

"It's no problem, besides, I never liked that shirt anyways."

We both ended up laughing before she went to the bathroom and I went to change my shirt.

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So I wrote this and its probably not great but it is my first time but I will get better and I hope the next oneshot is alot better

|Rose|