Hermione x reader one shots!

Tuesdays

hermione x reader (no pronouns are mentioned but there are mentions of coming out and the reader being in the girls common room)

warnings: slight swearing, mentions of food, slight angst

summary: hermione granger hates tuesdays. why? because her bad luck seems to spike everytime the day comes around
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Hermione Granger hates Tuesdays.

Not because of any logical reason, no. But because she can't remember the last time something bad didn't happen to her on a Tuesday.

She realized her continually terrible luck on Tuesdays when, for the sixth week in a row, she was late to her Tuesday charms class. And this wasn't just a minute or two late, that was excusable. For the last six weeks, she had been over 15 minutes late.

Fifteen minutes late. Six weeks in a row.

Hermione wasn't one to be superstitious. She thought the whole "break a mirror and you have seven years of bad luck" or "don't walk under ladders" thing was a load of rubbish made up to scare naive people. Nothing bad could actually happen if she opened an umbrella indoors. It made much more sense to open one indoors anyway considering if you open an umbrella outside there is still around seven seconds to get wet.

But that wasn't the point. Hermione wasn't superstitious.

But there was no explanation for the horrible Tuesdays she kept having. Because it wasn't just being late for class. It was forgetting about a test, spilling her morning pumpkin juice on her shirt, stirring her potion clockwise instead of counterclockwise. And the worst of all, admitting her crush on you, her best friend, to none other than Ron Weasley.

She hadn't meant to, of course, she hadn't even come out yet, but she was so tired. Ron had been going on and on for what felt like hours, about how well Hermione matched with each of the boys in the school. He had gone all the way through almost every house and had started matching her up with Slytherins.

When he got to Crabbe she had had enough and jumped up shouting, "RON, I FANCY Y/N. NOT ANY OF THESE COCKROACHES!"

The conversation afterward was not a fun one.

So no, Hermione wasn't superstitious.

But she hated Tuesdays.
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This particular Tuesday started, unsurprisingly, with Hermione sleeping past her alarm.

"Hermione! Hermione wake up!" somebody was calling into her ear. She opened her eyes and when they focused they landed on you.

"Merlin, Granger. You're going to miss breakfast," you said, turning away from her to pull your hair up.

Hopping out of bed, she quickly threw on her robes and shoes. She cursed her hair for never laying the way she wanted it to, and was out of the dorm in 10 minutes.

You were waiting for her at the bottom of the steps.

Blushing slightly at your abrupt appearance, the two of you set off to the Great Hall.

"Y/n come on," Hermione whined as you trailed back, not matching her brisk walk.

"What are you on about? I'm taking my time down to the Hall, there is no rush," you said, purposely slowing down and making quite a big deal of looking at a painting of a frog.

"Y/n this is not the right day to do this!"

You raised your eyebrows at her, "Are you still going on about your whole 'Terrible Tuesday' thing?"