Hermione x reader one shots!

Injury

Hermione x fem!pureblood! Reader.

Summary: The reader is hurt on a field trip and Hermione's freaking out. Also — Y/N is pureblood here and doesn't know much about muggle devices!
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"Y/N!" Hermione scooped down to try and get you up, but you stayed on the ground, your dress covered in mud and your face red with embarrassment. You had fallen down trying to save your girlfriend. Or that's what you figured anyway.

"What were you thinking?" She grabbed your hands and hoisted you up, but you let out a wince and almost fell to the ground again.

You leaned onto your girlfriend for support, and noticed how your left foot appeared swollen.

"Those things were going to kill you!" You protested.

Her mouth fell open, not knowing whether to be amused or baffled. She decided on anger instead.

"They were phones! Those people were just taking pictures of the building and I happened to be in front of it!"

"I think I know what a camera looks like but that thing appeared like a square gun thingy where you shoot stuff," you rolled your eyes, oblivious about technology as always.

"You're smart, but not when it comes to phones. Or toasters. Or washing machines. Or anything related to muggles really," she helped you to the bench outside the building. You pat away the dust from your dress and sat down.

Harry and Ron were walking past, and Hermione called out to them.

"Y/N is injured, do you know whether Pomfrey is on the trip with us?" She asked Ron calmly. You saw the slight crease in her forehead, the only signal that said she was internally panicking.

"Hermione, I'm fine. I just need to sit for a while-" you began but was cut off.

"You can't walk and is obviously under lots of pain, so sit still while I get Ron to be useful for once."

"Hey!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"Get Pomfrey now!" She said sharply, and Ron ran away, muttering  complaints.

Hermione glared at Harry, who was about to take a sip from his can of Pepsi.

"What did i do?" He asked, while she nodded towards you.

"Y/N is hurt." She replied.

"I can see that."

"She needs something to drink."

Harry pointed to a stall nearby. "Do you want me to go buy her something?"

Hermione kept glaring.

"Oh!" He looked at the can wistfully. "Uhm, okay, Y/N here you go."

You were too polite to take it. "It's fine, I can-"

"Drink it or I swear to god I'll force it down your throat!" Hermione said warningly.

You blinked. "Jesus, fine! I'll drink it."

"You're mean when it comes to your girlfriend, Mione," Harry observed. "You're worried like she's going to die."

"She's not going to die," she replied firmly. "And I'm not worried — now where is that idiot and Pomfrey? Merlin, he's useless, let me go get them."

While she walked away, you handed the can back to Harry without drinking and he muttered a thanks.

"Ron's going to die today, isn't he?" You asked, smirking.

"Yup," he agreed, sitting down with you. The two of you watched your girlfriend storming around the building doors and talking to all the teachers, and you couldn't help but find her concern endearing.

A bit scary too, but mostly endearing.
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Credits to "scandalous-chaos"