Harmione One Shots

An accidental purchase

Summary: An accidental purchase, on the part of Harry Potter, leaves Hermione with an unintended option. But when she saves Harry from the pond and helps destroy the horcrux with him, that option becomes a choice that would change her and Harry's life forever.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Jiraffas on Ao3

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She couldn't possibly ask Ron, he grew up in a family of boys, just brothers, and Ginny had Molly who had probably kept her well stocked with all that she needed. And Hermione hadn't planned to be out with them for so long, she could duplicate one or two well enough, but she always needed the original and they always felt – different.

Harry would understand.

Even if he was an only child, he was also raised in the muggle world, so he must know something.

"Ugh," Hermione said, as she packed the bag and took out the money from her wallet. If she ever became someone, if they even survived this war, she'd make Health studies mandatory at Hogwarts.

She turned to Harry and she walked towards him with nervousness.

"Harry, can I talk to you for a moment? In private," she said, and she looked over at Ron, who lay in his bunk. His arm was still in the sling, and he was still sore about the fact that Harry hadn't managed to get any food. They would leave as soon as he was rested, as soon as Hermione and Harry finished packing everything.

"Sure."

They stepped out of the tent and walked a little further down, still within the wards but away from Ron.

She handed him some money.

"I need you to go to the store."

"Hermione," Harry said, looking at her seriously. "Weren't you the one that said-"

"I know what I said Harry," she said. "But it's..."

She looked down.

"I'm running out of supplies."

"Supplies?" he asked her. "I thought that Ron's bandages could-"

"I have my period Harry," she said, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. She looked up at him, her brown eyes meeting his green. "I thought I had more, but I've... not really been keeping track of things."

She expected him to say no, that it was gross, that she could go herself.

But instead he looked down at the money and he took it.

"What type?"

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"Where is he?"

"He'll be back soon," Hermione said, as she stuffed everything in her bag, and she looked at Ron, who was holding his wand out and attempting to remove all the marks that showed that they had been camping there.

Attempting was the right word for what he was doing.

Ron was like that, he came from a wizarding family, where magic was intuitive. Ron thought that if he couldn't do magic right the first time, then it wasn't worth knowing.

"Let me," Hermione said, as she stood up and walked over to where Ron was, she pointed her wand and swung it across, letting the fallen leaves and dirt roll across, hiding everything.

"You really are good at that, aren't you?" Ron said, a tone of awe in his voice.

But she felt too annoyed to listen to him, too annoyed to think about how he had said it.