Harry potter fanfiction hermoine is against harry being gay

Harry Potter was the chosen one, the boy who lived, the star of the wizarding world, but the boy was painfully daft in most situations. You groaned and felt an embarrassed blush come over your cheeks at the mere mention of Hermione. His eyes lit up from behind his glasses.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish. Harry, after 20 minutes of hinting at it, just realized you were confessing a crush on your best friend, Hermione Granger.

This Monday morning..,a Harry Potter fanfiction

He sat back in his seat, unable to form a coherent sentence as his mind attempted to absorb the information. You rolled your eyes with a certain kind of relief, waiting for Harry to speak again. You and Hermione were in the library studying for an upcoming Charms test.

You two had an unspoken agreement for a long time that entailed you studying together, and you never once complained when she dragged you away to the library. You could be watching the Quidditch World Cup, but if Hermione had to study, you would be there in an instant.

You sat across from her, trying very hard not to stare at her. Her curly and unruly hair was pulled off her face with a muggle pencil, a few pieces framing her face. You shifted in your seat, trying to make yourself focus on the Charms essay in front of you.

You felt your face get warm at the small touch, and Hermione looked up at you from her paper. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and not letting yourself look up at her. You bit your lip, tensing in your seat. These days, it was incredibly hard to get any real studying done when you were with Hermione.

Everything she did made you fall even more in love with her. Would you let me borrow it? She was still looking at the books, her back to you and Harry. He had a great idea. Harry nodded knowingly at you and rubbed your hand soothingly. You sighed, looking up and smiling gratefully at him.

Behind you, Hermione put her ear against the bookshelf closest to you and Harry, the book about werewolves clutched in her hands. She blushed as she listened to your confession, biting her lip to hide a huge smile. She peeked through books, listening to Harry comfort you with old stories about him and Draco before they finally confessed to each other.

She played with her fingers nervously as she waited for Harry to leave, a sense of boldness coming over her that she had never felt before. After a while, Harry left you at the table. Hermione ducked when you looked around for her, hiding behind a thick stack of books.

She waited for a moment before standing again, turning and walking from behind the shelf, only to run straight into you. The book about werewolves fell to the floor, but neither of you cared much about it anymore.