"A Potter, a Weasley, and a Muggle-born in Slytherin. That's a pretty odd combination, don't you think?" Amazing cover by Khabootea

Y/N Yaxley is a pure blood Slytherin who arrived at Hogwarts in her third year transferring from the Beauxbatons school of magic. She promised herself that at the beginning of her fourth year that this year was going to be different. She swore it. But she didn't know how. Until she saw that smile. That smile from a mudblood. Highest Rankings: #1 in Granger #1 in Hermionexreader #1 in Hogwartss #6 in first #38 in fanfiction #14 in JK Rowling #1 in Hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #1 in LGBTQPride #1 Watson #1 in Hermione #25 in lgbt #6 in lesbian romance # 1 in Harrypotterfanfiction #8 in angst

~𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧~ Hermione had never seen anyone more suited to Slytherin than Alastair Riddle. And he wasn't even a bastard who only knew how to mock and point fingers at people like her. No, Alastair Riddle was too proud, too mysterious to dabble in such things. When he walked down the hall, everyone turned to look at him; when he looked at you, you felt your spine tingle from intensity of that gaze. Not that Hermione had ever experienced it. It was simply how she imagined eye contact with the Slytherin prince. °°° Hermione x maleoc Because I think that Hermione deserves a better love story. ~We were meant for each other, even if we were completely wrong story~