𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
➳ hermione granger x female oc
➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows
➳ di...
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CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR nighttime shenanigans
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, as the rest of the castle slept, the Gryffindor common room was peacefully quiet. Only the soft crackling of the fireplace broke the silence. The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting the familiar surroundings in a silvery glow.
Hermione sat quietly in an armchair, engrossed in a book, when the Fat Lady's portrait swung open. Dakota quietly walked in, her cat, Bongo, wrapped in her arms. The tabby lept out and ran over to Crookshanks, who was curled up by the dying fire.
"You're not supposed to be in here, Dakota," Hermione mumbled as she turned a page in her book.
"Pansy snuck Draco into our dorm, and I can't stand listening to all that moaning." Dakota raised her voice to be a high-pitched sigh as she mocked, "Oh, Dray! Ah— Ah! Draco!"
Hermione, despite her disapproval of Dakota sneaking into the Gryffindor common room, couldn't help but chuckle. She closed her book and set it to the side. "Understandable, but you still shouldn't be in here. If McGonagall found out—"
"Who cares?" Dakota interrupted with a scoff. "What's life without a bit of risk?" She sat down next to Hermione in the large, plush armchair.
Hermione rolled her eyes, though there was a small curve of a smile on her face. "You're a bad influence, you know that?"
"What can I say?" Dakota grinned innocently up at Hermione as she leaned her head onto her shoulder. "I'm charming and irresponsible."
"Charming, yes. Irresponsible, absolutely," Hermione agreed, wrapping an arm around Dakota's waist. "I don't know why I put up with you, honestly."
"Because you loveeee the smell of spearmint on my breath from my gum, Mione," Dakota teased with a smirk.
Hermione's cheeks flushed. "I-I do not."
Dakota snuggled closer, enjoying the slight reaction she'd earned. "Oh, don't lie to me, you love it," she teased, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Hermione's arm.
"It's a nice smell," Hermione admitted, a little begrudgingly. "But that's definitely not why I put up with you, Kota."
Dakota chuckled. "Oh? Then why do you put up with me, smarty-pants?" she asked, her fingers now idly playing with one of Hermione's curls.
"Honestly?" Hermione looked down at Dakota, a fond smile on her face. "It's because of moments like this." She reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair out of Dakota's face, her touch gentle. "Even when you're being a menace, I can't help but. . .I can't help but like being with you."
