Hermione Granger Imagines | H.G. x Reader

Make a Move

I sat with Ron in the Gryffindor common room, both our arms outstretched over the backing as we talked aimlessly. We had just came from Quidditch practice, our hair drenched from both sweat and the rain that had poured at the last minute. Ron and I had been working on drills in preparation for the big game against Slytherin in a few days, and Harry insisted we put in the extra work.

"That was a good practice, Y/N. You've got a mean arm," Ron chuckled as he moved his feet to rest on the coffee table in front of us.

"And you've improved since the start of the season. Still a bit shaky at approaching Quaffles, but you make it work."

Ron nodded his head but stayed quiet, a comfortable silence taking over us. We were close to an extent, but that was only because of the time we spent together on brooms. Other than that, we remained close mutuals, our commonalities including being in the same house.

"So, Y/N... other than Quidditch, what's going on in your life?" Ron's friendliness was hard to dislike.

"Nothing much, honestly." I wasn't much of a talker when it came to my personal life. "How about you? How's life? Classes going well? Got a love life?"

"Wow, already digging up information," Ron chuckled jokingly. "But life's good. I'm on the Quidditch team, and that's really all I wanted this year. Well... not all. There's something else I wanted, but I'm not really so sure how to approach that."

"And what's that? Maybe I can help."

Ron seemed to jump at the chance, immediately turning to face me with a sudden eagerness. "Really, Y/N? You'd do that?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure. What is it?"

He spoke in a quiet voice, though his excitement was evident.

"So, you're close with Hermione, yeah?"

I knew where this was going. And suddenly, my desire to help had faded. But I couldn't back out now.

"Yeah, I'm close with her." Indeed, I was close. Hermione and I had formed a bond like no other. We spent every chance we could together, so much that I had developed a liking for the girl.

"So... I've come to terms that I think I may be in love with her." Ron's eyes glimmered with hope. "I need your help. I don't know how to break it to her."

Annoyance took over as I shifted in my seat. "Honestly, I think you should just let her know directly. Ask her on a date. I'm sure she'll say yes."

At that moment, Hermione rounded the corner, just entering the common room. Making brief eye contact with her, I stood up immediately as I turned back to face Ron.

"I'm gonna head up to my dorm. I'm a bit tired." I pretended to yawn. "She's coming up right now. Go and ask her on a date. Good luck."

Ron grinned as he formed a thumbs up, his leg bouncing anxiously. I gave him a tight-lipped smile before turning my back to leave the common room. I marched quickly up the stairs, leaving fast enough to not have to hear Ron.

I plopped down onto my bed, defeated from the advice I had given. I should have made a move on her first. I shouldn't have gave Ron that advice. I shouldn't even like her in the first place. Regret washed over me.

I don't remember much of what happened other than jerking awake. It was still light outside, meaning I hadn't slept for that long. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up, taking in my surroundings.

Hermione sat at the corner of her own bed, looking up from her book to make eye contact. The memory of what happened earlier returned, and I soon found myself in the same state as before.

Hermione closed her book and proceeded to stand up to make her way towards me. She sat next to me, our shoulders touching slightly.

"I said no, by the way." Her tone was knowing, though it was gentle and cautious. "To Ron. I don't want to go on a date with him."

"How come?"

She paused for a moment before taking my hand from my side, bringing it over to rest on her lap.

"I would have said yes if you were the one that asked. That's all it would have taken."

I looked at her, my expression softening at the genuine look in her eyes. She nodded with a smile, knowing exactly what I had been thinking. And so she leaned forward, resting our foreheads together.