Just For Pretend {hermione x f!reader}

7 || Over

You slammed the dorm door shut and kicked the stacks of books on your floor, sending them flying. You yelled into a pillow and lay on your bed, silently crying.

You were absolutely overwhelmed. You wanted Hermione to be with you right now, so she could comfort you and give you her hugs but you ruined it. You'd punched the boy of her dreams and she would never forgive you for it. Not even when you tried to tell her the truth. You hated how easily you let your feelings take over and how she practically used you to get closer to someone else.

You stayed there for the rest of the day, missing dinner and not even going to clean the trophy room. That would probably earn you a few extra days of detention.

You finally moved out of your position on your bed when you heard your door quickly open then slam shut.

"What the fuck, Y/n. What is wrong with you?!?" Hermione yelled out. You stood up from your bed, your unchanged white shirt showing dried out specks of blood.

"Hermione, let me explain-"

"Explain?? Explain what!?? You punched Cormac for no reason whatsoever! What in the world is wrong with you? His nose is broken and he's been bleeding profusely for hours straight!"

"Please, Hermione let me tell you-"

"Oh, you don't need to tell me anything, Y/n. I am done with you. You were my best friend. I trusted you with everything and this is how you treat me?! Listen, I don't fucking understand what your motive behind this was, but we're done. I have had it. No more fake dating no more kissing, no more holding hands. In fact I actually enjoyed it but we are over. I don't want to see you ever again and I'm really embarrassed I've ever called you my friend." Hermione had a finger jabbed into your chest. You could see tears pooling around her eyes. But you had to let her know your side.

"That's awesome, Hermione. Hooray no more fake dating. I never fucking wanted it in the first place. Yea, I know I agreed but I only did to make yon happy. And you know why I did it it to make you happy, because I was in love with you. I've been in love with you since last year ever since you said your first sentence to me. I really don't fucking think it's nice how you've been playing around with my feelings when it's clearly obvious that Cormac likes you. But that's okay because I hate you. I don't love you anymore after all this constant random kissing and shit and you acting like we're fake dating and then you acting like we're for real. " You said this in a low but dangerous voice. Hermione was speechless. You felt tears also building up but you held back.

"Speaking of fucking Cormac, I punched him to protect you Hermione. He called you a slut and said that I could have you after he was done with you. So fine, I don't care you're embarrassed to have ever called me your friend, because frankly I don't care about anything concerning you or him anymore. I'm done too, Hermione. So get out of my dorm and never speak to me again." You pointed to the door.

"What the fuck, Y/n. If you were in love with me and didn't want to fake date me because you didn't want me to play around with your feelings just say so. And there's no need to lie. Just say that you punched Cormac because you were jealous." Hermione had tears streaming down her eyes. She turned away and walked right out your dorm, slamming your door so hard you were sure everyone in the castle could hear it.

You stood at the same exact place where you yelled at the girl you loved. You had lied. Of course you were still in love with her. Your feelings were stronger than ever. And you overreacted. You yelled a bunch of things where she was playing with you feelings. You hadn't lied about that. She was playing around with your feelings. But she obviously couldn't have known. You could've just let her speak and you could've calmly told your side of the story but no. You lashed out and you said a bunch of random things that were just you spilling out your brains and your true feelings.

You groaned and laid back on the bed, just wishing you could turn back time. You were thinking of just staying and laying on your bed and rotting there until you heard another knock on your door.