Harmione One Shots

Hogsmeade Dates

Summary: Harry and Hermione go on a date at Hogsmeade.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to FlannelBearedGuy on Ao3

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The Gryffindor Common Room was abuzz with activity as students skittered about making final preparations before the sleighs left for the first Hogsmeade weekend of the school year. It was early November, but a healthy blanket of snow was already on the ground, with more falling every hour. Harry Potter sat in one of the oversized chairs in the corner of the room, out of the way of most of the activity, watching the scene play out with amusement. He fondly remembered his first trips to Hogsmeade, hidden under his invisibility cloak, having snuck through the secret passage between Hogwarts and the cellar in Honeydukes. He smiled; their first kiss had been on one of those weekends.

As if on cue, he noticed the familiar figure of Hermione Granger winding her way down the stairs from the girl's dormitory with her long, thick coat and Gryffindor scarf in her arms. Their eyes met, and a familiar, dazzling smile crossed her face. She picked up her pace and practically ran over to Harry before unceremoniously, but still somehow gracefully, falling on his lap and firmly connecting her lips to his. They sat like that for a moment, drunk in each other's presence, before a wolf whistle from Ron broke them apart long enough for Harry to send a mild stinging hex in his general direction.

"Good morning," said Harry, unable to remove the smile from his face.

"It's unbecoming of the Head Boy to attack a student," Hermione admonished toothlessly, her voice loud enough for only him to hear.

"Don't tell the Head Girl," he said. "She might revoke certain...privileges."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "What will you give me for my silence?"

"Same as always: Butterbeer and books."

"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Potter, but I will accept your bribe."

"It's unbecoming of the Head Girl to accept bribes."

"Oi!" Ron shouted from near the portrait hole. "Are you two coming or what?"

Hermione gave him one final kiss before she slid off his lap, extended her hand, and helped him up. He grabbed his jacket and matching scarf from the back of the chair and joined the rest of the older students, filing out of the Common Room.

The trio of seventh years fell to the back of the group as they made their way towards the entrance hall. The rest of the Gryffindors were chatting amongst themselves about the standard array of topics: classes, quidditch, and the physical attractiveness of their preferred gender. Their conversation, however, was more...nuanced.

"Gaggle," said Harry.

"They're not geese," replied Hermione.

"Gang?"

"Already taken, elk."

"Gander."

"Again, Harry, not geese."

"Are you two still trying to come up with a name for a group of Hogwarts students to give to McGonagall?" Ron asked.

"Professor McGonagall, and yes," said Hermione. "You are welcome to contribute meaningful ideas."

Ron thought for a moment. "What about nuisance?"

"First, those are cats. Second, I am not going to tell Professor McGonagall—a cat Animagus—that the best we could come up with was a nuisance of Hogwarts students."