Hermione Imagines

The Letter

Your P.O.V:

I've been friends with Hermione for years, from Hogwarts, to when she almost married Ron, to now where we share a two-bedroom apartment and where she watches me make dinner.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you how rude it is to stare at Granger?" I ask but her gaze doesn't let up, her eyes seem to be trying to tell me something.

"Can I ask you something Y/n?" She asks and I nod.

"Mione, we've been friends for years, of course you can" I laugh out as I cut the onions.

"Did you ever like Ron?" She asks and my eyes flick towards hers.

I like Ron now, granted I didn't like him when they got together but that's the typical thing, right?

You fall in love with your best friend only to watch someone get to love her the way you want to?

"Of course I do and did," I say but she narrows her eyes.

"Your lying" she mumbles and I laugh.

"Granger it's not that serious," I say and she gets up from her seat on the island.

Her footsteps are near me as I stare at my now fully cut-up onion.

"I almost married him and you didn't tell me how you really felt," she says and I raise my head looking at her confusingly.

"Hermione, it wasn't my say. What did you want me to do? Tell you that I didn't think he was right for you?" I ask, getting slightly annoyed at the interrogation.

"Who do you think is right for me?" She asks and I groan, putting the cut-up pieces in the boiling pot.

As I set my hands down on the counter, my eyes turn to her hand. My breath gets caught in my throat at the old parchment paper, my mind flashes back to all those years ago.

My stomach flips as I drew closer to Hermione, she was sitting at her usual table at the library.

In my hand was a confession letter, she always told me that she would love it if someone would confess their feelings in a letter so she could keep it forever.

I stop in my tracks as Ron walks next to her and bends down to speak to her.

The way her smile shined and the blush on her cheeks grows, I knew that I hadn't been fast enough.

I quickly turned away and walk out of the library, hiding the paper in my belongings for the years to come.

I hadn't seen that paper in a year, since we moved in together.

I'm pretty sure I hid it in my trunk with the rest of my memories from Hogwarts.

"Where did you find that?" I whisper as my eyes keep their gaze on the relic.

"I found it in your old trunk while I was searching for your old house scarf, I couldn't find mine yesterday" she whispers back and I look away, the feeling of embarrassment stabs my stomach.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks and I scoff, looking up at her and turning off the stove.

"How could I? I was a confused kid in love with the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen! I was too late by the time I got the courage, Hermione!" I laugh out, but the tears in my eyes told her how much this was hurting.

"You looked so happy with him...I couldn't do it" I whisper, a tear or two falling from my eyes.

She reaches up and wipes them away, a soft smile played on her lips.

"Y/n, you're so smart but so stupid at the same time" she mumbles and I look at her.

"Yeah, that's really helping at the moment Mione" I mumble back sarcastically and she laughs, pulling me into a hug.

A soft kiss is placed on the crown of my head, as she softly runs her fingertips against the skin of my back.

"I called the wedding off with Ron because I was still in love with you" she whispers and I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing.

"When you told me about your new girlfriend the months before my wedding, I couldn't take it" she whispers again and memories flash through my mind

"Granger! Guess what!" I say with a smile as I walk into the Weasley home.

Her smile shines beautifully as my presence seems to calm her at all the cakes that surround her and Ron.

"Yes?" She asks and I take a seat next to Ginny and her.

"I won't be the sad girl without a date at your wedding!" I say and her smile falls a little.

"What?" Hermione asks and I laugh.

"You know that girl I've been seeing?" I ask and she nods slowly.

"Were official! I asked her to be my girlfriend!" I smiled proudly.

I'm moving on for you.

That's what I thought.

Hermione stares at me dumbfounded but soon smiles.

"Uh...that's great! Yeah..." she mumbles looking down.

Weird...

The feeling of another kiss planted on my head shakes me from thoughts.

"I hated the thought so much that I called off my own wedding so I wouldn't have to see it" she laughs and I snort.

"Hermione that's a little extreme" I laugh back and she shrugs.

"Okay maybe there was a few other things" she mumbles and I roll my eyes playfully.

Pulling away from her, I smile softly.

"Did you like Daphne?" I ask.

"No, I hated her" she admits and I laugh loudly.

"She was nice, and she understood when I broke it off with her," I say and she groans.

"She tried to get in your pants all the time, I almost used one of the unforgivable curses" she jokes and I roll my eyes.

Suddenly she takes my hands and pulls me to the couch, taking the seat next to me.

"I love the letter, I probably read it a hundred times" she whispers and I smile softly, giving her a chuckle.

"Knowing you, that's not a far probably" I mumble and she giggles, opening the letter.

"Oh, god don't read it to me" I laugh and her smile grows.

"Dear Hermione" she starts and I groan loudly, throwing the pillow over my face.

"I know we've been friends for years, and this is probably quite sudden but I feel like you deserve to know the truth." She continues as I try to suffocate myself from this moment.

"With the threat of war looming over the wizarding world, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you if I don't make it." Hermione's voice goes soft, too soft for my liking.

"I love you"

"I've always thought my feelings for you would disappear but they only strengthen over the years."

"I know this might destroy our friendship, but at least I told you"

"I can die without regrets... -Y/n" she finishes, I take the pillow off my face and look over at her watery eyes.

"Hermione, don't cry" I whisper and she sniffles, looking back at me.

"Knowing that you almost DID die during the battle and I probably would have never found this...makes me thank whatever higher power for keeping you with me" she whispers back and I smile.

"Can I kiss you?" She asks as crimson overcasts my cheeks, I nod slowly.

Hermione blushes deeply, and leans towards me. I meet her halfway, a soft passionate kiss is shared between us.

The sparks of old feelings reignite between the two of us tenfold.

I don't like this :(