Uɳιϙυҽʅყ ʂρҽƈιαʅ || Hermione x Femreader

chapter 8

Mondays, known to be hated in both muggle and wizarding world. The start of the week that confirms the end of the short blissful two day break. The majority dread that day as it's when we're the furthest from the end of the week, not like Tuesdays where we've gotten used to the work rhythm and we know we have no other choice, or Wednesdays when a small amount of happiness comes into our lives knowing we're halfway through the week, or like Thursdays where you're almost at the finish line, or even Fridays that bring joy as they're the last full day, and of course Saturdays with only a half day of work.

My Monday morning will consist in a long lesson on herbology with professor Sprout and my Slytherin and Gryffindor classmates. Which won't bother me except for the dynamic between the two houses. Others like Neville Longbottom love these Monday mornings because it means getting some down time with the mundane plants and fungi and learning all about them. I remind myself to be grateful everyday for my life, if muggles knew what we have they would kill for it. But for certain individuals like Pansy and Harry to name a few, seem to 'not give a rat's ass' about that, to quote one of them.

As always, my natural body clock wakes me from my well-needed slumber. I leave the warmth of my bed to grab a pillow and proceed to smack Farah with it. "Wake up bitch." I give her a warm greeting earning me a muffled 'fuck you' mixed with a grunt.

Once my uniform is on and my hair and makeup are done I select some small silver rings to wear. Normally I'd pair my rings with some earrings and necklaces but I've learned my lesson from the time where one of the carnivorous plants in the greenhouse grabbed me by my necklace and attempted to eat my face. And finally I place my headband delicately in my hair. "That's a mighty headband you've got there." Farah compliments me wearing a smirk. "Thanks, this really cool girl from Ilvermorny, got it for me. I think you'd like her." I wink at her.

"Hey idiots, shut the hell up already! I'm trying to sleep." An angry looking Pansy grumbles.

"Alright let's go, I'm starving." Farah says as she pushes me out the door. "We've been awake for about ten minutes how could you be hungry already?" I question her. "My dreams make me hungry." She answers, shrugging as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

                               
As I take a sip of pumpkin juice from my goblet someone quite familiar walks into the great hall and with a pretty prominent bruise on his face might I add. "Jeez what happened to him?" Farah wonders as Cormac joins his friends only to be bombarded with questions. I watch the situation with a smirk.

Hermione Granger what have you done?

Who knew the uptight bookworm had it in her? I think. "Why are you looking at him like tha-ohhh you know what happened don't you? Was it you? You must tell me." She bombard me excitedly.

"I do." I turn to her to answer. She stares at me intently waiting for me to continue. "At the party, as you know I drank a lot, and Cormac tried to take advantage of me but Hermione saved me. The next morning she told me he had been taken care of- so I'm guessing this is her doing." I explain to her.

"Really? Granger huh? Isn't she a little too stuck up to do something like that?" She asks in disbelief. "She's actually really nice." I let the words on my mind out. Farah gives me a suspicious look making me confused.

"Anyway, how are things with Pansy?"

"Pretty good, although we started testing some new things and let me tell you, Parkinson is a freak in the sheets." I chuckle finishing my juice. She cracks up at the new-found information.

"That's uhm, wow. You're making it harder for me to look her in the eyes everyday." I lightly laugh when she says that. "No feelings though right?" She queries. "No, just a way to have fun between two friends. Plus you know I practically never catch feelings." I answer honestly. "I wouldn't say never I mean the whole reason we're here is because-"