Hermione Imagines

Maybe Being Enemies Isn't For Us

Request: Hermione and Y/n are like enemies but when Ron and Hermione argue at the Yule Ball & she's upset, Y/n is the one to comfort her surprisingly.

A/N: Request 7 out of 32 (and counting) done!

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Third Person P.O.V:

Y/n stood in the corner of the Great Hall as students took the dance floor, she had come alone due to her lack of likeness of men.

...

Okay, she was afraid to ask out one of the girls.

Sue her, young teenage lesbian romance is hard.

Her best friend Blaise had come over and whispered about how Hermione looked stunning tonight, which was true, but Y/n would never admit it out loud.

"She looks fine" Y/n mumbled as she scrapped the dirt out from under her nails. Blaise snickered and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head.

"Just admit this rivalry between you two is some petty lovers quarrel" she whispers into her hair and Y/n scoffs.

"We'd have to be lovers first, and this is no quarrel" she replies as he hummed, both thinking back on the reason the two have become bitter Betty.

They had accidentally kissed in the third year after a study session in the library. It was an honest accident, bumping into one another as just a small peck was shared, but the two became messes after it.

Avoiding one another like the plague as they shared looks of hesitance that turned into fiery glares of annoyance within days.

Something that could have been laughed off, or pursued further, instead was taken to extremes.

Enemies were born.

"Internalize Homophobia" Blaise sings softly as she smacked his stomach hard enough to make a point.

"It doesn't matter" Y/n mumbled as her eyes scanned the crowd, trying to find the pink blob within the sea of students.

"To bed! Both of you!"

Hermione's voice cuts through the crowd like a knife, causing the two to look by the entrance of the Great Hall.

They couldn't see her, but there was no doubt she was standing out there yelling at someone. Everyone else seemed to ignore the argument as Blaise sucked his teeth.

"I hope she isn't having her night ruined, it seemed like she was having a blast tonight" he mumbles as his date calls him over for a dance, he kissed Y/n's head again as a goodbye and disappeared into the crowd.

Y/n stared at the entrance for another moment before cursing under her breath and pushing away from the wall she was leaning against.

Slowly she snuck her way past everyone between her and the corridor, she got a few judgmental looks as she stepped on the other's toes to get where she was going.

When she finally stepped out of the event, it was mostly empty in the rest of the castle. Her eyes scanned around the surrounding, and she noticed the back of Hermione's head peaking above the stairs that lead down to the lower floors.

Y/n stood still as she heard the soft sniffles escape the Gryffindor's lips, and her shoulders shake slightly.

What does she do in this situation?

She quietly walked towards her, every step feeling as though a dog had gotten a hold of her pant legs and was pulling back as hard as it can.

As Y/n casually sat down beside her, she noticed her tiara sitting between them. Hermione had seen someone who had sat next to her but didn't care to look.