Hermione Imagines

Young Woman

Request: in sixth year Hermione is invited by the reader, one of her closest friends (I imagine them a Slytherin but your choice) for a library study group with the reader's friends but they all bailed at the last minute and Hermione works up the courage to ask the reader out to Hogsmeade on a date after having a crush on them since 3rd year

A/N: Hermione being an absolute mess while doing so? You bet!

Also my house is so hot, I'm dying.

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Third Person P.O.V:

Hermione sat outside on a bench near the trail towards Hogsmeade, her hair blowing in the spring wind as pollen stuck onto her skin.

"So, Y/n invited you to a group study session at the library?" Ron asks as he popped a bit of chocolate into his mouth, he sat on the ground next to her knees as Harry read a book with his head in her lap, his legs touching the ground over the edge of the wooden bench.

"Yes, tomorrow at three" she responded, to which the boys shared a knowing look between them.

"What were those looks for?" Hermione asks and Ron turned to her with a raised eyebrow, almost surprised that she didn't already know what they were poking fun about.

"When are you going to admit your feelings to Y/n, the sweet, and kind Slytherin who you swoon and gawk every chance you get" he teases, to which she smacked the back of his head as a response.

"How would you want me to do that? Announce it in front of the entire study group-"

"Oh Y/n, won't you take me into your arms and tell me how smart you think I am." Ron continues with a high-pitched impression of Hermione, which made Harry cover his face with his book to hide the grin plastered on it.

Y/n has always complimented Hermione on her intelligence, which made the boys roll their eyes whenever their best friend turned into a flustered mess because of it.

Ron thought Y/n did it on purpose.

Harry thought...Harry didn't think much, but he was cute, so no one minded.

"This is rich coming from the guy who lost his chance with Fleur to his older brother" Hermione hums, to which Harry burst out into laughter about. Ron turned to her with a sour look and hit Harry in the shoulder to shut him up.

"Shut up! Both of you!" He grumbles as he looked back at the castle, which had Hippogriffs flying happily near it.

"Honestly Hermione, when are you going to tell her?" Harry asks as he bookmarked his page and rested it on his chest.

Hermione looked down at him and sighed, not sure if her fancy for the girl was even worth pursuing. She had heard the whispers around the school about why the very eligible and likable bachelorette hadn't made a move on the many girls that had asked her out.

She had politely declined them all, saying that she was working up the courage to ask the woman she liked.

That's where the fangirls started to ponder questionable conclusions as to why they were rejected.

"She said 'woman', do you think she likes someone older? Maybe a grown woman?"

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at their observation, Y/n had told her it was nothing like that. She just didn't see a 'girl' when she looked at her romantic interest, she saw a beautiful young woman.

When the Gryffindor pestered her about just asking her herself, Y/n suddenly got very red in the face and explained that she would in time.

They sounded like they were in the same boat.