Hermione stormed down into the Common Room to see her boyfriend, struggling to complete his Charms essay. His hand ran through his hair, trying aimlessly to smooth it out. However, it only made it messier. She chuckled under her breath, but unfortunately, Harry heard.
"What's so funny, Mione." He questioned, looking up from his sloppy essay to his girlfriend.
"Nothing," she answered softly, making her way over to Harry. When Hermione arrived in front of him, she knelt down on the floor, resting her head against the cushion of the couch.
Harry twirled her golden brown locks in between his fingers, smiling slightly. Hermione was his girlfriend. No matter how many times he said it, it always seemed to bring a grin upon his face. Maybe it was the way it sounded or the fact that Hermione was his.
Hermione stifled a yawn, closing her droopy eyelids, and leaning back against Harry.
"I'll be back in a couple of minutes, I'm going to get ready for bed, and get out of this uniform." Hermione bluntly yawned, slurring her words slightly.
"Ok, Mione." Harry said, snickering at her extremely messy curls that had frizzed up a tremendous amount. Hermione smiled back at Harry, closing the door to the Head Girl's dormitory, and shutting herself in silence.
Within a brief minute, Hermione slouched out of her dormitory, an embarrassed smile glued to her face.
"Uh...Harry?" She squeaked, biting her lip nervously.
"Yes?" Harry mumbled, placing his tattered quill down, and gazing up from his essay.
"Well, you know how I slept in the Gryffindor Common Room with the rest of my friends last night?" She quietly asked, nervously shifting her body weight between her two feet.
Harry nodded, signaling for Hermione to continue.
"Umm- The thing is...I sort of left the jumper that I normally sleep in there." Hermione said, suddenly taking quite an interest in the patterns on the tile floor.
"And?" Harry questioned, completely oblivious to what Hermione was asking.
"I'm trying to ask you if I can borrow one of your shirts?" She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. Gosh, Hermione, you sound like an idiot.
Harry smirked, chuckling softly. "Sure, Hermione." He stood up, heading into his section of the dorms.
After a couple of seconds, Harry returned, a Quidditch jersey with the numbers 07, held strongly within his grip. He tossed it at Hermione, collapsing back onto the couch and returning his attention to his essay.
"Oh, but Hermione, I'm going to need that back in time for practice tomorrow."
"Thanks, Harry." Hermione sighed, enveloping him in a hug.
"Goodnight, Mione." Harry whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "See you in the morning."
After giving Harry one last kiss on the cheek, Hermione returned to her room. She swiftly threw on Harry's Quidditch jersey, falling back onto her bed.
A lovestruck grin appeared on Hermione's face when she noticed where the faint aroma of fresh spearmint and Harry's cologne was coming from.
She giggled softly, burying her face in her pillow, and soon drifting off into deep slumber.
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ONESHOTS | harmione
Fanfiction- " they told me that to make her fall in love, i had to make her laugh. but every time she laughs, i'm the one who falls in love. " [ a harry + hermione story ] [ oneshot series ] • ONGOING • [ cover art by @itsjustjadef ]
