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Hermione x fem!reader

house: slytherin
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Hermione granger was fidgeting with the spine of her book, fantastic beasts and where to find them, while she waited for her care of magical creatures partner. now, hermione wasn't the type to get nervous over a simple assignment ─ especially not one in hagrid's class ─ but as it so happened, hermione had a dreadful crush on y/n l/n.

not only had y/n never given hermione the time of day, she was a popular slytherin who ran with draco malfoy and pansy parkinson's crowd.

hagrid had decided that because of ron weasley's endless teasing, he was doing hermione a favor. and now the girl sat on hogwarts grounds, absolutely terrified and awaiting her partner.

"granger." you sat beside her, greeting hermione but giving her nothing other than an acknowledgement. hermione swallowed anxiously and smiled brightly at you, only to realise you'd promptly buried your face in a notebook. "i thought we could start with the first step, rationing the food we'll need to feed the flobberworm."

"that is not what the instructions say," you perked an eyebrow, a bit surprised considering hermione was so intelligent. your friends found her rather irritating but you'd always admired her quick wit and ambition. if you were being truthful, you also thought she was quite pretty...

"l/n, that's exactly what it says on the ─" hermione's stomach dropped once she took a second look at the directions on the parchment. she was so bloody nervous around you that she'd skipped right to the third step and made a fool out of herself. blushing furiously, hermione gave a sheepish apology. "n-nevermind, you're right, sorry."

you gave a low response that sounded more like an uninterested hum to hermione. "so, we should. . ." she trailed off, seeing as you'd become much more interested in whatever it was you were sketching than what hermione was saying. a taste of irritation met the tip of her tongue.

who were you to ignore her and the assignment at hand? just because you were beautiful and funny and hermione found herself drawn to you like a magnet, you were allowed to disregard her? she didn't think so. "what is so much more important to you than m─ than this assignment?" she finally demanded, with an exasperated tone.

you looked up from your sketchbook to see hermione staring at you, dumbfounded and quite frustrated. none of you or your friends liked hagrid very much and you weren't exactly captivated by the idea of caring for a flobberworm. yet you couldn't help but let a smile creep up on your face at how cute she looked when she was mad. her demeanor changed and she gulped visibly but remained set on giving you a disciplinary look. "got something you'd like to say to me, granger?" you laughed, slight hope tracing your amusement.

"that's the first time i've ever seen you smile," she said simply, as if her heart wasn't thumping faster than a centaur. "and did it live up to your expectations?" hermione's lips pursed, about to respond with a flirtatious nod when she noticed that your book had fallen open during the interaction. "is that a drawing of me?"

her eyes scanned the paper, sketched smoothly and looking just like her. then noticing you'd clearly spent an extra amount of time on her lips, a fiery blush ran over her cheeks. "no, it's a different curly haired gryffindor goddess," you smirked, words thick with sarcasm. "of course it's you, granger. you're the perfect muse."

"g-gryffindor goddess?" hermione repeated what you called her, cheeks flushed and ignoring your bluntness.

"it's what me and my housemates call you," you shrugged, corners of your lips suddenly wavering slightly. "to make fun of me?" hermione questioned. you frowned. again, wasn't she supposed to be bright?

"to make fun of me," you corrected. "they've all gotten it in their head that i have a crush on you."

"and do you?" sudden confidence showed clearly and you slumped back in your chair, throwing your head back. "must you ask so many questions?" you groaned. it was your turn to blush now. "well i've got one more," hermione took a deep breath and leaned towards you carefully. "how mad would you be if i kissed you?"

to your own surprise, you blurted without hesitation. "not even a little mad, granger," her eyes smiled along with her lips before she pressed a firm kiss of delicacy onto yours ─ completely forgetting the flobberworm and solely focusing on the taste of your chapstick.

that day, a now permanently distracted hermione granger got her first less than stellar grade. . . but somehow she didn't mind much.
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credits to "sapphicwhxre"