Better than me? | Hermione Granger x Reader (GXG) (UNDER EDITING)

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Summer had come and gone, and the first of September was closing in — which meant shopping for school supplies. How better to spend it, though, than with your neighbour-turned-rival?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione, being a Muggle, ended up joining the trip to Diagon Alley (much to Y/N's discontent) with her background as a No-Maj and parents who hadn't even so much as inhaled a whiff of magic. All three parties decided it'd be best — and far safer — for the Granger girl to tag along with the mother and daughter.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Which was how Y/N found herself in front of her fireplace, clutching a small pouch of Floo powder. Meanwhile, Hermione examined the hearth as if it were the most interesting thing on earth.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"It's not that interesting," said a flat-toned Y/N. "What, you never took the Floo Network before?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione glared at her over her shoulder, a withering look in her eyes. "Well, I've read about it, obviously."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Didn't take you for a bookworm," Y/N said with a raised eyebrow.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione scoffed. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, "A lot I don't want to know."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Y/N!" said Amaryllis, who had just entered the room.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione adjusted her satchel, taking a step back as Amaryllis came over and prepared the Floo Network — all the while clearing her throat. "Girls, I'd appreciate it if we could refrain from bickering every five seconds."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Sorry, Mom."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Sorry, Ms. Thornfield."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"You go first, Y/N. Show Hermione how it's done," said Amaryllis as she motioned the girl to step inside the new fireplace. "Diagon Alley, alright? Not Diagonally. Enunciation is important."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N walked past Hermione, palming a handful of Floo powder with her fist as she stepped inside the fireplace. She stood tall and straight, rolling her shoulders back. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not stupid, Mom. It's her you have to worry about."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Hermione, who raised an eyebrow as Y/N held her fist out.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"It means you're stupid."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"You — "

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Diagon Alley!"