one-shot collection [multi-fandom]

Him || Hermione Granger

The first time they met they hadn't been sorted yet, and still he knew that there was no way she was to be a slytherin.

She had come into his cabin on the train asking about a toad named Trevor, and at this point, it had been clear that she had been searching for a while. The poor girl looked exhausted, and glancing out the window, he could see that it was already getting dark.

With a shake of his head and a small smile, he offered her a chocolate frog before she left, only getting a quick glance at the wide-eyed smile that she had at noticing the frog bounding out the window.

~0~

The second time they met, it was late at night in the library, well past curfew, and he noticed she had been staring intensely at a book for nearly an hour without turning a page.

Sliding past her to replace a book, he noticed the drawing of a giant snake on the page. With all the petrifying happening recently, he knew that he should be scared, but with all the help she had been in potions as his partner, he couldn't help but grow the slightest bit concerned for her.

Forgoing his book, he slid into the seat beside her disturbing her from her thoughts as she pulled her overly bushy hair back in a tie before facing him with a small, tense smile.

~0~

The third time they met, he silently cheered when she punched his so-called friend in the face.

For years, he had put up with his friends piss poor behaviour, all so that his father would be in his family's good books. "It's all business, you know," his father would say, and he would have to keep his mouth shut, because he was 13, he didn't know (and he didn't know why his father would think he did).

Watching her land a punch after everything this year, he felt himself swell with pride. I taught her that, he thought to himself, not that he would ever tell anyone, not her Gryffindor friends, or worse, his Slytherin ones.

There were so many different levels of wrong with their friendship, if you had asked anyone else, not that they'd know. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor? A pureblood and a muggleborn? A member of the golden trio and one of Malfoy's cronies? His friendship with her, he realised it was the first real thing in his life, and he would do anything to protect it.

~0~

The fourth time they met, he saved her from being overwhelmed by the overrated fool, Krum.

The famous quidditch player had been stumbling along the shores of the Black Lake, through the library, every possible quiet place he thought he could find. His only relief was the Slytherin common room, but that silence never lasted, not as long as Malfoy remained the prince of Slytherin.

Sitting on the shores of the Black Lake, his eye caught that of hers, and together they both rolled their eyes at the sound of Krum and his gaggle of gossiping girls that followed him.

Snapping his book shut, he scuttled over to her before the lump of a man could, and took a deep, shuddering breath.

~0~

The fifth time they met, his breath was taken away.

She was stunning in periwinkle-blue.

And she was his.