Hermione Granger Imagines

𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉?; 𝑒𝓂𝓂𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝓈𝑜𝓃

Emma had to work late; something with a mix up in projects she was working on. Y/n didn't mind getting extra time with Amalia; Emma's daughter was the sweetest thing on Earth. Looking after her didn't take much work, they both shared interests in similar things and had loads to bond over. 

Currently Y/n was reading her a book; she laid on her chest, trying to follow along with Y/n. Her eyes grew heavy and she began to shift getting more comfortable. Y/n smiled down at her before she let her eyelids shut. Y/n sighed. 

She set the book down wrapping the little girl in her arms. She could get used to it. She wanted to. She liked getting lost her eyes, they were beautiful just like her mothers. She was well mannered, and pretty. How could a child be so precious? How could she be consumed by such a tiny child?

She'd only known her a couple months. Her and Emma had been dating for a year, she wished she'd known about Amalia from the start because she was everything. Y/n never wanted a child, she'd figured she might be bad at the whole parenting thing; here she sat with a tiny human in her lap wanting to give her the world, just like her mother.

She listened to the soft snores the child gave, as her thumb was stuck in her mouth. Emma slipped inside an hour later, gushing at the sight. She watched as Y/n's chest lightly went up and down. Her arms wrapped around her daughter. 

She lightly pushed Y/n's shoulder before she began to stir. "What's up?" she muttered. "Oh sh-- crap, what time is it?"

"It's not that late," Emma muttered back. "Come on, let's go to bed." 

"I'm comfortable," Y/n whined. "She gives better cuddles than her mother."

"Take it back," Emma whispered. "Take it back right now."

"Never." Y/n gave her a smirk. 

"Baby," Emma whispered, nudging Amalia's shoulder. "Baby, it's getting late, why don't we get changed and go to bed."

"I wanna start here with mom," she whined, her voice sounded as sleepy as she was. 

"Huh?" Y/n and Emma said at the same time; both stared at each other in confusion. 

"I want to start here with mom." She nudged her head against Y/n's chest. "No offense," she muttered. 

"What did she call me?" Y/n asked, with tears in her eyes. 

"Babe, are you crying?" Emma chuckled. "I've never seen you cry."

"No! I am not crying!" she said defensive. "It's- it's just you're seeing things." Both heard the little girl in her arms giggle. "It's not funny! Both of you cut it out."

"You so are crying!" Emma laughed. 

"Okay, but for good reason!" she whined. "She just called me her mom!" Emma smiled at the pair. 

"You are my mom," she muttered. "You both are my moms." Soft giggled left her mouth as she sat up. She messily wiped her hair out of her face. 

"What if I wanted to be your dad?" Y/n challenged. Amalia giggled at her. "Not. Funny," she teethed, before tickling her. "Like that one spongebob episode we watched. Remember?" she nodded, through the fits of laughter she was experiencing. 

"Yeah! I am so spongebob, and your mom she's definitely Patrick, a total Patrick," Y/n laughed. Emma rolled her eyes at their antics, but she was heart-warmed nonetheless they were both getting along. 

"Spongebob was the mom," Amalia laughed.

"No! I am the dad," Y/n said. "Emma's too pretty to be the dad," Y/n whispered. "Don't tell her I said that." She gave a side-glance at Emma who was all too happy. "Do you think she heard me?"

"No," Amalia whispered. "No way."

"Alright, well your mom says it's time for bed; sometimes she can be scary so go brush your teeth and I'll tuck you in." Amalia jumped off the couch going towards the bathroom. Y/n looked over to Emma who was staring at her daughter. "Em? You okay?" 

"Ye-yeah," she said, looking back at Y/n. 

"You sure," she muttered, standing up. "Sorry we fell asleep out here, I was reading too her and--" she was cut off by Emma hugging her. "Ok-okay." She wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. "Are you sure you're okay?" Emma nodded her head, burying her head into Y/n's chest. 

"Yes. I love you," she whispered. 

"I love you too." Emma unburied her head before pecking her lips. 

"Gross," Amalia groaned from behind them. Y/n turned around and stuck her tongue out; Amalia smiled before mouthing 'she loves you'; it caused Y/n to give her a little smile. 'Haters gonna hate,' she mouthed back. 

"What are you two doing?" Emma asked. 

"Nothing!" they said at the same time. 

"Okay?" She said skeptically. "Let's get Y/n to bed, it's past her bedtime," Emma whispered. 

"Is not!" she whined. 

--

more

amalia 

because 

she's 

my 

new 

fav 

fictional character

and 

i 

made

her 

myself! 

how was everyones day?