#hermioneg

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Imagine always taking pictures of Hermione when she’s annoyed.

“Get rid of it,” Hermione said, giving you a dirty look across the table. You merely picked out another piece of toast from the tray, and spread  your favorite jam on top of it.

“No,” You said, since she wouldn’t stop glaring at you. “I’m definitely adding it to my collection.”

“Collection? Of what?” She asked, her curiosity unable to stop her from asking.

“My pictures of Hermione Granger looking annoyed. Honestly, it’s one of the funniest things ever. I have so many pictures of you arguing with Ron. I can’t wait to show our kids one day.”

“Kids?” She sputtered, a blush across her cheeks now, rather than the pink that she turned when she got angry.

“Okay, I do have a couple of you smiling too,” You chuckled, trapping one of her feet under the table with yours. It was one of the few ways in which the two of you showed your affection to one another without getting the judgment of other students. “What can I say? You’re photogenic.”

[slytherinnpride]

“One can only hope not to hear bad news.”

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Imagine comforting Hermione when she gets nightmares.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, after Voldemort was vanquished, Hermione lived with you for a little while. She simply was too scared to be alone, too nervous to face her parents after what she had done with the memory charm, and being with Harry and Ron right now was a bit too painful. They were moving on in their own ways, in their own time. And that included not going back to Hogwarts, though Hermione planned to, in order to complete her education.

The place you lived in was small. One bedroom, but you put two twin sized beds in it on opposite sides of the room so you could both be in comfort but still close to one another. It had one added advantage. You could hear when Hermione called out at night and could be right there in two seconds to comfort her as she woke up and came back to reality.

This nightmare was a bad one. You cradled her in your arms, and kissed her temple as her eyes were welled up with tears. She normally was not good at accepting the comfort, but with you, she melted right into your chest. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you here.” You told her, stroking her hair.

“You can’t promise that.” She said. There were still some escaped Death Eaters out there that the Ministry was hunting. She, Harry and Ron suppose correctly they would be the first on their hitlists.

“I sure can,” You said, quietly. “Because I’m not going to let anything bad come through that door. They’re going to have to come through me first. I promise.”

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Imagine Hermione Granger always looking for you during her best moments.

Whenever Hermione looked at you with that beaming smile, your heart always skipped half a beat then raced to catch up. The first time, you had gone to Madam Pince to see what was wrong, but she detected nothing but ‘a blooming crush’, and said to see her before getting intimate. That had to be your most embarrassing moment at Hogwarts, and thankfully no one knew.

Though you’ve become adjusted to the feeling, it still gave you a little jolt each time and you had to take breaths to calm yourself down and keep from flushing.

“I’m here!” You said, coming up behind her and met her smile. She put one robed arm around your shoulders and leaned into you, which made the flushing feeling become even stronger. At least you could use the excuse of being warm, since many students were crammed together.

“I thought you were going to be late!” She scolded as she always did, but kept smiling. “You had me nervous there for a minute, but I’m glad you’re here.”

[river-leejo]

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

@booksandcleverness-arc

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Imagine Hermione Granger catching you drawing a portrait of her.

Hermione was not only the most intelligent girl that you knew, she was also extraordinarily pretty. When you first met her on the train going to Hogwarts, you instantly knew that you wanted to draw her, but you didn’t have the artistic talent then. You practiced drawing other students, any who would sit still for you. That meant that you had way more portraits of the narcisstic Lavender Brown than you knew what to do with but it was good practice.

You finally felt that you had the skill to try to draw Hermione but the problem was that she looked her best when she didn’t know she had attention on her. When she was in her element, sitting in the library reading or out by the lake revising.

You got settled against a rather thick-trunked tree by the lake and started to draw her as she was going through her Charms book. You memorized her face and got to work, drawing the way her eyes concentrating on the page, the pursing of her lip that she did when she had to reread something, the defiant jaw that stuck out when she noticed a page was crinkled.

You got too ahead of yourself. You didn’t realize that you were noticed until the parchment was taken out of your hands. “What are you doing? Drawing, when you should be studying? Exams are coming up and -” Hermione stopped when she finally got a look at the parchment, much to your humiliation. “Oh. This is actually quite good. May I keep it when you’re done?”

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Imagine running late to meet Hermione, and having to find a way to make it up to her.

[forgetful-yor]

so this is the book where Harry gets all obsessive over Malfoy

honestly I think this one is much slower than the fifth? the fifth book is DENSE

this one has the fascinating memory bits but the teen drama shifts from Harry to Ron and Hermione and it’s miserable