KISSES ─ h.p. imagines.

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄

|| 5th Year ||

I am bored. So bored. So bored there isn't even a word to describe how bored I am. I had just come back from detention with our new Pink Dementor- I mean, Umbridge. My hand was wrapped up in a handkerchief I found in my pocket and it hurts like hell.

Harry was in detention, Ron was somewhere unknown and knowing Hermione, she's probably studying for the O.W.L.'s.

I snuck over to Hermione's trunk and grabbed one of her fluffy sweaters. She hardly ever lets me wear them, but she isn't here, so she can't stop me. Ha.

I pulled on some patterend (f/c) knee socks, shorts and the sweater. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Hm, not bad.

I flopped on to my bed, feeling very proud of myself for getting the sweater.

I rolled around on my bed, hoping that something interesting might happen to save me from this boredom. That's when Hermione walked in with her nose in a book. Typical.

"Hi 'Mione," I said, hoping she wouldn't notice I was wearing her sweater. She looked up from her book and smiled. "Hey (Y/N), what're you-hang on, is that my sweater?!" she said, looking at me accusingly. I shook my head frantically. "Actually, keep it. It looks better on you than me," she grinned. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Well that was unexpected.

She sat down on her bed and continued to read. I sat there staring at her. If you haven't guessed already, I have a crush on Hermione Granger. I loved everything about her. The way she laughed, how she always got me interesting books to read, the way she always comforted me when I was feeling down.

She looked up from her book once more. "Why're you staring at me like that?" she asked. I snapped out of my trance immediately. "I um, noticed that you look very pretty. I mean you always look pretty but I'm just saying it because it's true and your hair looks nice and um are you wearing makeup-" I was rambling until she cut me off. "Oh (Y/N), that's so nice of you to say! You look great too!" she smiled, making my stomach do backflips.

Feeling bored, I rolled off my bed and crawled on to Hermione's. I put my head on her shoulder, trying to read the words on the page.

"Watcha reading?" I asked. "I'm reading 'Hogwarts: A History," she replied. I groaned, flinging the book out of her grip and flopping myself onto her legs. "You've read it sooooo many times though," I complained.

She huffed in response, reaching to take the book again, but I quickly grabbed it and threw it across the room. "(Y/N)! What was that for?" she exclaimed, looking down at me in disbelief. I cheekily grinned back at her. "You almost always, and I mean always, have a book in your hands. Give it a break, 'Mione," I said, squishing her face in my hands.

She sighed exasperatedly. I smirked, knowing that if I told her to take a break, she'd take a break. She muttered something about not taking studies seriously. I rolled my eyes. She suddenly grabbed my hand. I winced in pain. It was the same hand that had been cut during detention with Umbridge. She made me write, 'I am a useless being.'

"Oh, (Y/N), I'm sorry this happened," she said sadly. She let go of my hand gently and grabbed a bottle of strange liquid from her bag. I peered at it suspiciously. "It's essence of Murtlap," she chuckled, pouring some into a bowl. "It'll help ease the pain."

I gingerly placed my hand in the bowl and felt a wave of relief wash over me. "Thanks, 'Mione," I sighed tiredly.

"Anything for you," she smiled, then the cast a Summoning Charm to bring back her book and began to read once more. I glared at the book with a look of deepest loathing. I really don't see what's so great about it. I tossed and turned on her bed, trying to get her attention again. It worked. She looked down at me at sighed.

"You being cute is too distracting," she muttered, exasperatedly. I felt my eyes widen in surprise, but I said nothing. I let a soft smile rest on my lips while I gazed up at her.

"(Y/N), you're doing it again," she said, tapping my nose to bring me back to reality. I pouted.

"It's not my fault that you're so pretty," I grumbled. Her beautiful face was dusted with a pink blush, but she looked quite pleased.

***

I looked up at the clock. It had been almost four hours of us talking and laughing. Time really does fly when you're having fun.

Apparently, Hermione does like someone, but she won't tell me who it is.

"'Mioneeeeee, why can't you just tell me?" I asked pleadingly. She rolled her eyes. "Fine. She has (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, a very pretty smile, a good sense of style and a certain hatred for 'Hogwarts: A History'," she said, smirking at me.

I let my potato brain process this newfound information. Then I realized, it was me.

I gave a tiny gasp of shock. She noticed, and waiting for my response, chewing her lip nervously. I rugby tackled her into a hug, catching her by surprise.

She gave a tinkling laugh, the kind of laugh that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"Believe me when I say you're too cute for your own good," she giggled. I was about to reply when my stomach gave a loud growl.

"I'm gonna head to dinner," I said, eyeing my growling stomach in surprise. "My stomach is yelling at me to eat food."

"You and your food," she said, shaking her head."You're worse than Ronald," she added, and I snickered. "Nah, I don't think anyone can top Ickle Ronniekins," I said, and Hermione snorted with laughter.

***

We made our way back up to the common room after dinner, hand in hand. She was holding my uninjured hand, of course.

Hermione was about to take out a book but I stopped her by laying my head on her lap. Her hand began to stroke my hair. I closed my eyes at her touch. "Sleepy?" she asked. I hummed tiredly in response. She then dropped her book into her bag and covered me with a thick blanket. I gave a soft, content sigh as I snuggled up under the warm sheets.

"Sleep well, (N/N)," she whispered, before blowing out the small candle on the bedside table.

"You too, Hermione," I whispered back, smiling to myself in the darkness.

_________________________________

Another chapter finished. Have a nice day/night. Ciao. 💖