Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Teacher

Emma walked into the house with Michael, taking his backpack off and going through his papers as he ran off into the living room. She took out a paper with a few messily written words, with many red X's next to them. She glanced at the paper, reading over it before putting it on the kitchen counter.

She went through the rest of his backpack, seeing many more papers with similar X's all over them. Michael was off playing with his toys, while Emma looked through all of his papers.

There were multiple drawings all messily colored outside of the lines, along with another drawing of three people, who turned out to be (Y/n), Emma, and Michael.

Most of his papers had the correct answers on them, with a few spelling mistakes and messy handwriting. Emma could easily make out the words, since she recognized her son's handwriting better than anyone else. She left the papers there, but taking the one Michael drew of all three of them and putting it in her room to keep.

She returned to the kitchen to see (Y/n) looking over all the papers. She glanced into the other room to see Michael playing peacefully before returning her attention to the schoolwork.

"His teacher does know these are the correct answers right?" (Y/n) asked, turning his attention to Emma.

"I honestly don't know. She either can't read his writing or she's just incompetent." Emma told him, as he nodded and left to go play with his son.

Emma looked through the papers a bit more, examining Michael's work. Both (Y/n) and Emma knew he had dyslexia and adhd, just like (Y/n). They had told his teacher, who dismissed it and didn't pay any mind to it.

That was when Michael started coming home with all of his work marked incorrect. He always had this issue, but before they told his teacher, there were question marks instead of X's

Later that night, Emma was in Michaels room, reading him a bedtime story. As she read the book, she had Michael read a few pages, which had proven to be difficult for him, and Emma had to help with most of the words.

Once he had fallen asleep for the night, she went into her and (Y/n)'s room. She slipped into bed, opening her laptop and going through her email, seeing a note from Michael's teacher come up.

She read through the email, which explained that Michael wasn't a very good student who got distracted frequently and had a harder time reading, and mentioned that his adhd and dyslexia didn't factor in any of his issues. Emma shoved the computer over to (Y/n), absolutely livid with his teacher.

"Read it. Just look what she said about him!" Emma explained, after (Y/n) sent her a confused look. He read through the email, matching Emma's anger by the end of it. (Y/n) turned to Emma, to see her looking at the picture Michael drew of his family.

"Alright. Well, what do we do?" (Y/n) asked, as Emma though about it.

"Switch his teacher. One who actually can understand and help him with his work. He's a very smart boy and that teacher knows nothing about him!" Emma told him, not taking no for an answer. It wasn't like (Y/n) was going to protest anyway, since he never liked the teacher in the first place.

"Alright then." (Y/n) stated, as Emma took her laptop back and started writing another email to switch Michael's teacher. (Y/n) could tell she was still livid with the teacher, and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

After Emma shut her laptop, she got out of bed and walked out of the room. (Y/n) knew exactly where she was going, and didn't follow her. She probably wanted to be alone.

Emma walked into Michael's room quietly, trying not to disturb the sleeping boy. She sat on the carpeted floor next to his bed, stroked his hair, and kissed his cheek.

She watched the boy sleeping soundly, not aware of the things his teacher said about him. She continued to stroke his hair, and occasionally slide her thumb across his cheek.

As she watched her son, she felt her anger subside. She felt him turn closer to her, and she smiled at the thought of her son wanting to be near her, even in his sleep. She sat there for a few more minutes, before kissing his forehead one last time and walking out of the room. She closed the door with a small clicking sound and walked back into her room.

When she arrived back, (Y/n) was asleep for the night, and Emma slipped into bed next to him. All three of them slept peacefully after all that had happened today.