Hermione Granger Imagines | H.G. x Reader

Tension

"Seriously, Granger. You need to let loose. Maybe learn to not be so uptight all the time."

    Goodness, she needs a break from being such a goody two-shoes. It's exhausting to just witness that. Honestly, does she ever have fun?

    I sat sideways at my desk, my elbow supporting my weight as my legs stretched over the row of seats in Potions class.

    "I'm not being uptight," Hermione stated firmly, her hands on her hips as she tilted her head expectantly. "I'm just asking you to move out of my seat."

    My smirk grew as the Gryffindor grew more and more impatient. She had been at it for the past fifteen minutes, though I didn't mind. But if she was expecting me to give in now... well, she'd be wrong.

    "If this is an everyday thing, I will request that my seat be changed at once. And don't think that I won't. This has gone for way—"

    "But you like it, don't you?" I taunted as I crossed my ankles over each other. "You like these little arguments we have every morning? Is this why you come to class early every day?

    "Absolutely not," Hermione claimed defensively, her quick response raising suspicion in me. "I come to class early so that... I can work on assignments."

    My eyebrows raised in disbelief as I propped one leg up. "Oh really, now? Then be my guest, Granger. Go ahead and work on those assignments."

    Hermione huffed as she finally set down her book bag, pretending to be reluctant as she reached for my ankles. Grabbing me cautiously, she attempted to move my feet, but I planted them firmly into the chair. The Gryffindor looked up to me with a deathly stare as I let out a chuckle, eventually letting my feet down for her to sit.

    She brushed the seat with the back of her hand, immediately reaching for her bag without making eye contact. I observed the girl, watching as she dipped her quill into ink before furiously scribbling down notes.

    Intrigued by her work ethic, I sat up straight, my body still turned towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, I read the top of her paper: Apparition Notes

    "Apparition classes, eh? I heard it's a lot of notes, isn't it?"

    Hermione nodded without looking at me.

    I leaned closer to her, using my right hand to wrap around her shoulders and grab the feathers of her quill. Her breath hitched as I slowly pulled the quill from her fingers, her palm unmoving. Taking my hand back to my side, I reached over her paper to dip the quill in ink, purposefully rubbing my shoulders against hers.

    I began to draw a long, snaking line starting from the bottom of the first "p".

    "What are you doing?" Hermione questioned, almost breathlessly.

    "Well you see, Granger." I drew the shape of the same line parallel to the first, connecting the two with a bulb-like figure at the bottom. "I don't know if you've noticed but..."

    I pressed the quill against the parchment twice, allowing the ink to blob at the bulb. "Apparition is all..." I paused to draw a slender y protruding from the bulb. "Hands on."

    I reached over her to dip the quill in ink once more, feeling her body shift beside me. I began to draw crosshatches in between the two parallel lines I had made earlier. "And if it's all hands-on..." I drew back from the parchment upon finishing my crosshatching, seeing Hermione visibly exhale. I smirked as I set her quill down back at her desk. "Then why are you taking notes?"

    Hermione stared at what I drew: a serpent twisting downwards, its dark eyes seeming to come alive as the tongue appeared to hiss from its striking resemblance. The Gryffindor stayed quiet in utter shock—perhaps embarrassment. I leaned back against my chair with a nonchalant smile, taking one hand to a section of curls resting on her back.

    "I'm fairly experienced with Apparition. Why don't you meet me outside the grounds after dinner?" My fingers toyed with the curls carefully before returning it back to its position. "And there won't be a need to take notes. I'm sure the hands-on teaching would be much more of a learning experience."

    A deep blush appeared on Hermione's face, her tongue biting the inside of her cheek. Without turning to face me, her head tilted downwards, then back up, indicating a nod in agreement. My smirk grew with success, and just two seconds later, the wave of students entered the door, just in time for class.