Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Math

Michael walked into the house and put away his backpack before getting something to eat. As he was making his food, Emma stepped out of her office and walked into the kitchen. "Hi mum." Michael greeted, making his sandwich. "Hello, how was your day at school?" She asked, kissing his forehead. Michael was never one to reject his parents love and affection. If anything he loved it, it showed they had time for him and cared about him even though they were such busy people.

"It was good. Nothing too interesting. What did I miss here?" He told her, cutting his sandwich in half. Michael sat down at the kitchen table, Emma joining him. "I'm just preparing for the conference. Have you told your teachers you won't be there for a few days?" Emma asked, knowing he was going to her conference with her. All of them were going to with her to the conference, even if it meant Michael had to miss school.

"Yeah. I've started some of the work I'm missing. The only one I don't get is math." He answered, taking a bite of his food. "Well, I'm quite good at math if you need any help. It would be better than asking your father." Emma shared, just as (Y/n) walked in.

"Better than asking me what?" (Y/n) asked, making himself known. "Oh, I just needed help with math and mum said she could help and that she's better at math than you. Not a big deal really." Michael explained nonchalantly, as (Y/n) thought about it. "I'm pretty good at math! What are you learning?" (Y/n) announced. "Geometry. Pythagorean theorem." He informed, (Y/n)'s face going blank before changing into a smile. "I can do that! Here, let me help." (Y/n) exclaimed, rushing off to get his sons' math folder from his bag. "If he can't do it come into my office and I'll help you." Emma whispered before giving him a side hug and walking off.

(Y/n) returned with the math folder before Michael showed him the page he was working on. "Okay. Let's do it. First question...what?" (Y/n) started, getting confused with the instructions. After he struggled with what the question was asking, he finally figured it out.

"Okay! So you just have to do this! That shouldn't be too hard." (Y/n) told his son, who looked confused. "But how do you do that?" Michael asked, looking at the paper. "You just...I don't know. Multiply? Divide?" (Y/n) told him, sounding more confused than before. "You know, I think I'll just have mum---" Michael started, before being cut off. "No! I got it! I can do it!" (Y/n) intervened, Michael placing the work back on the table. "Okay then..." And with that, they kept trying to figure out the first question.

After another few minutes, they didn't make any progress. "Just go. This is too hard. Just go have your mother help you..." (Y/n) gave in, and Michael took his stuff to his mother's home office. He knocked on the door before hearing a faint 'come in!'

When he walked in, his mother looked up to see him with his math homework in hand. "He couldn't do it?" She asked knowingly. "He tried really hard though!" Michael defended, feeling bad for his father, before taking a chair and moving it next to her while she put on her glasses. "Okay, let's get started. First question.." Emma whispered, grabbing a pencil and looking at the first problem.

Within the next thirty minutes, Michael had finished all of his math homework with Emma's help. Michael had put all of his stuff away and turned on the tv, spending the rest of the night hanging out with his father and playing video games to cheer him up.

(If you are good at math I am very jealous of you.)