Various Harry Potter Oneshots (Requests Open!)

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Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yep

Summary: you've been friends with the trio since first year (they defended you as Draco mocked your father's death at the hands of Bellatrix). You and Hermione became girlfriends in 4th year after the Triwizard tournament
This starts after Harry has told them about what he needs to do etc (you are stressed so Hermione tries to make it all better iykyk) and later an interesting series of events follows the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: Swearing; death; injury; magical strap-on with sperm kinda thing idk (r receiving); fisting (H receiving); biting

Word Count: 2.7K+

You slouched on the couch in Gryffindor common room, picking at your fingernails as your mind sucked all the energy out of your living body.

This was big. This would change everything. Things had no business changing. Not now. Not yet.

Hermione sat down beside you slowly, leaning into the curve of your body. You sighed gently, reciprocating the pressure.

"We can do this," she whispered, hardly a breath's worth of effort to move something heavier than iron.

"I know. I do. I just... since my dad-"

"I know," she replied softly. You were inexplicably thankful that she wasn't trying to convince you not to come if she was, considering it would have been pointless. "Come on, let's go."

"Where are we going?" you asked bleakly, letting her drag you up the stairs to her dormitory. "Why?"

"Just trust me," she insisted, shutting the door firmly once you arrived, followed by a very suspicious locking spell, an even more suspicious Muffliato and a screaming Silencio.

You knew where this was going.

"'Mione, I appreciate this, but I don't think it's the time-"

She shushed you, pressing a finger to her lips before disappearing into the bathroom. You sighed. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy sex and obviously looked forward to it, it was just... you felt too worried to give anything else much energy or attention.

You sat down on Hermione's bed, crossing your legs as you stared at the Hollyhead Harpies poster on the opposite wall.

Oh, Harry.

The door to your left opened, and your jaw dropped. There she stood, your gorgeous woman, dressed in crotch-less lingerie that was lacy from the underbelly of her cleavage right down to her hips, only interrupted by some stark black lines of ribbon.

Sex was starting to sound better already.

"You really gonna keep your legs crossed?" she asked, sounding sultry and put out simultaneously.

"Hell, no," you chuckled, spreading your legs over the edge of the bed and licking your lips playfully. "You need some help there?"

"No," she said smugly, making your brows shoot skyward. "I thought considering you usually pleasure me, we should switch things up a little... I wanna give you some comfort."