Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Party

(Y/n) had been invited to the Harry Potter and the half blood prince premiere and after party. He wasn't in the movies but he was famous enough to get invited to the premiere.

At the after party, he had been talking with James and Oliver Phelps, along with some of his other friends who were invited. Emma was on the other side of the room, with Tom.

While Tom kept flirting with Emma, who did not like him. She looked around for anyone to talk to instead of Tom. She noticed (Y/n) walking away from his friends and getting another drink.

"I'm going to go get a drink! Bye Tom." Emma told him, rushing off before he could protest. She walked over to where (Y/n) was and ordered a drink. "So, I haven't seen you before." She commented, making him turn to her. "Yeah, I don't usually do this type of thing." He shared, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, maybe we could get to know each other?" She offered and he nodded. "Sure. You start." He agreed. "Okay, I was born in 1990, and I'm 5'5. My favorite color is blue and Christmas is my favorite holiday." She shared, starting off basic. "Cool. I'm (Y/n), I'm 6'0, I don't like big parties, my favorite color is green, and my favorite holiday is my birthday." He shared before taking a sip of his drink.

The night was spent together talking to many different people, and avoiding Tom. Once Emma told (Y/n) she didn't want to talk to Tom because he was flirting with her, (Y/n) always made sure she was 10 feet away from him at all times.

"Heyy Emma. Who's this?" Tom started, glaring at (Y/n). "None of your business Tom, now go away." She snapped, turning around and taking (Y/n)'s hand, trying to lead them away from Tom. "Cmon, let's not be so rude! Ditch the boy and come hang out with me! It's not like you actually know him." Tom argued, grabbing her hand.

(Y/n) saw Tom grab Emma, and he swung his fist into Tom's face. "Don't touch her! She obviously doesn't want to be around you, so leave her be." He defended, and Tom held his face in pain. "Shut up! It's not like you actually care about her. You're not her boyfriend!" He shouted, some people watching the scene unfold. "Actually, he is. Now leave us alone! Let's go (Y/n)." Emma informed him, taking (Y/n)'s hand again and leading them out of the building.

"So, we're not actually dating are we?" (Y/n) asked. "No. Unless you want to go on a date? I won't say no. I'd be open to being your girlfriend." She stated, and he nodded. "Right, well do you want to go on a date then? Obviously not today but maybe another day?" He offered, and Emma kissed his cheek. "I'd love to. I'll talk to you later!" Emma told him, writing her number on his hand. She left and went to her car, and he waved goodbye before going home. This day was definitely a success.