Just For Pretend {hermione x f!reader}

6 || Makeout

Hermione began to hang out with Cormac even more ever since that day you both fell asleep together. At breakfast you caught her looking at you quite a few times when she was sitting with Cormac, although you convinced yourself it was nothing and internally scolded yourself for feeding to your delusions.

You barely saw her outside your regular classes together but once when Hermione was walking with Cormac, something rather intense happened when she saw you.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you into a broom cupboard and ferociously kissed you as she pushed you onto a shelf leaning on the wall. You used your hands to pull her waist even closer to yours as your lips didn't stop meeting with each other.

There was even some tongue which caught you by surprise but you won her over and turned her around so that now, her back was on the shelf.

And then all of a sudden she stopped. She pulled away, the both of you out of breath. You tried to go in to resume the make out session but she put a finger to your mouth, smirked, and fixed her hair. She moved away from you and headed for the door.

"What the fuck, Mione?" You put your hands out in confusion. You're hair was also sort of messy and your tie had been loose. She looked back and winked.

"Get to class, Y/n." When she opened the door, Cormac was standing outside, looking upset and flared at you before the door closed again. You let out a groan. Of course all this was for Cormac. What else would it be for? You collected yourself and walked out the cupboard.

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That was the closest interaction you've had with Hermione in two weeks. You didn't see her too much other than your classes for a few days after that either. It seemed like she was having all the fun she could with Cormac.

You were walking along the halls and saw Cormac snickering to his friends. You rolled your eyes at the sight of him and tried to ignore him but he called out to you.

"Hey, Y/n! I've been having fun with your girlfriend. Do you know how much of a slut she is? Don't worry though, you can have her back once I'm done." Cormac and his friends let out a big laugh. You were enraged at the comment. Your fists were clenched to the point the knuckle turned white.

You saw a first year walking past you and stole his textbook from his hands. You raised it at the curly head and whammed it at his nose as hard as you could.

Then you dropped the book and gave him another punch to the cheek. You raised your fist again but Harry and Ron, who were passing by and rushed to the commotion, held you back and pulled you away.

"Y/n! What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall rushed to McLaggens now very bloody and broken nose. She motioned his friends to bring him to the hospital wing and then came to you. You had blood on your white shirt and yanked yourself away from Harry and Ron's grasp.

"I can't believe this. You're going to go and clean the trophy room for the next five days from 8pm to 12am. Be happy I didn't assign you more days." Professor McGonagall shot daggers at you before striding away.

"Oi, Y/n!!" Ron called out as you quickly walked back to your dorm, trying to ignore everyone's stares.