you. [m!reader x hermione granger]

Hermione strolled casually as she held books about advanced potion making, along with defensive spells, and even a few muggle books. She turned the corner, and frowned to herself as Draco Malfoy and his god-awful posse of Slytherins stood around him.


Upon seeing Hermione, Pansy’s face curled into a disgusting little grin that showed her teeth. The Gryffindor ignored them, attempting to pass them – however, Pansy Parkinson had different ideas. “Would you look here, Milli. It’s the Mudblood.” Millicent giggled quietly, and Hermione already felt like crying. She didn’t want to put up with this.


Pansy opened her mouth to say something else – but instead a voice got there before her, “What do you think you’re doing, Parkinson?” Pansy’s previous act soon turned into a flirtatious façade. “I’m just giving Granger here a talk. Unless you want to talk to me, [M/N]?” She fluttered her eyelashes and Hermione cringed.


“No thank you. Hermione? Would you come with me? And Parkinson, if I see you attempting to harass or bully anyone else I will take away Slytherin points.”


Hermione’s mouth was open as she processed all this, and as [M/N] walked the way Hermione was heading to in the first place, she followed, and the same annoying voice was heard.


“[M/N], you’re in Slytherin!” Pansy exclaimed.


“I don’t care what house I’m in. Everyone deserves to be treated equally. Slytherin or not.”


And it ended there.


Hermione still couldn’t believe what [M/N] had done – “Hermione?” – she’d never met a Slytherin as nice as this, it was very, very weird, indeed. – “Hermione?” – as she continued to think and think, the weight in her arms was gone. She blinked once and then glanced to [M/N] on her right, “I’ll carry them for you. They seemed to look heavy.” Hermione smiled small, a blush lacing her cheeks as she stared at the Slytherin prefect for a good twenty seconds.


Maybe, just maybe, not all Slytherins were that bad.



* * *



When Hermione had told Harry and Ron about the Slytherin prefect, the both agreed that he was the most admirable. He wasn’t someone who discriminated against the other houses, or went along with the stereotypes the students placed on the houses.


On the other hand, as he was in their year, Hermione occasionally saw [M/N] in classes, such as Potions and Care of Magical Creatures. Unlike the other Slytherins, the creatures always seemed to warm up to [M/N]. Hermione loved this part of him, especially.


She wasn’t sure what it was – maybe it was the way he had protected her, even though he had never met her. Or maybe it was the fact she liked his personality, his soft sarcasm, kindness towards friends and how he had that strong part of his independency that she yearned and learnt to adore.


Hermione frowned as she thought once more – it’s been a few weeks since she’d known [M/N] now, and it was now apparent to almost everyone how she felt. They’d always mentioned and teased her for her little crush. But the thing is – she wasn’t the only one who liked him.


It was when she walked back to the library where she’d found him, fast asleep with his head in his arms, a few books open and parchment along with his quill on the table. She smiled at the sight, and sat opposite him – she wasn’t crushing. She was in love with him. She knew it for sure now.


Her hand combed through [M/N]’s hair, and she blushed – she was invading his personal space – but his hair was perfectly soft and before she knew what she was doing, she was sat next to him, petting his hair as he slept. Hermione’s face felt warm, but she didn’t stop, “I… I like you.” She whispered, breathing out deeply.


Hermione took one more glance at [M/N]’s hair and felt herself already leaning forward, placing a tender kiss to the crown of his head. When Hermione leant back, [M/N]’s eyes were open, as a small smirk played on his lips.


“I like you too.”


* * *


It had been a full time of two months since then, and now the snow was kicking in. [M/N] was studying in the Slytherin common room, as most of the Slytherins were out doing elsewhere. At the sound of footsteps, he turned around to the entrance to see Hermione Granger in her Gryffindor scarf, coat, jeans, her hair down and fluffy – just the way he liked it. It was the Hermione he’d learned to love and miss every second of every day.


Hermione looked angry at him, though – which confused him. What had he done wrong?


“[M/N].” He raised an eyebrow as she learned over him, [M/N] slowly laying down into the chair, hoping he could just disappear. “Why aren’t you going home with your family?”


His [E/C] hues found interest in the floor, “I didn’t want to.”


Hermione’s face softened then, as she sighed, sitting next to him in the chair and then crawling up into his lap as she laid on his chest, sitting to the side as her ear pressed to his chest. His heartbeat was steady, as he breathed in and out. She felt [M/N] shudder and she looked up, [M/N]’s expression transforming from a nervous one to a face full of love and adoration.


“I love you.” Hermione blurted, and immediately blushed, [M/N] chuckled – taking her scarf from around her, and putting it around his own neck, too. [M/N] leaned down to her, his lips brushed hers as their lips moved with one another, Hermione’s hand all too soon going to [M/N]’s hair. Hermione felt utterly flushed as [M/N] pulled away, her hands resting around him as he held her.


“I love you, too.”


[M/N]’s lips kissed the top of Hermione’s hand as she nuzzled her nose into his hair. “Forever?” Hermione questioned him timidly, almost too gently as if she’d been afraid to ask –


“Forever.” His [E/C] eyes connected to hers, as her heartbeat sped up drastically just because of him.


“Until the end of my days. Until my last longing breath. Until the world and everything in it is gone.” He kissed her, chaste and lovingly, “Always.”