Granger.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱

𝐏𝐎𝐕 : 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

The smell of butter bear wafts up my nose while walking towards Hogsmead village. A small shiver crawls down my neck and through my body. It felt like someone was watching but I'm not totally sure. To double check I look behind me and see no one looking, just a load of Hogwart students talking to each other.
"Hey you okay,", Ron ask me as I turn my head back to him.
"Yeah just cold,", I smile at him. I was only wearing a thin stripy crop top and some leggings because they were the closest to grab.
"Here take my jumper.".

He pulls it over his jumper over his head revealing some of his abs as it pulled on his tee shirt. I didn't realise Ron worked out. The boy takes it off properly and reaches it out to me, only leaving him in a stripy tee. I grab the jumper of him, "Thanks.".
"No problem,", he replied while I put the jumper over my body. It felt a little bit like a dress because it was so big on me, it was so comfy though. You could tell it was one of the ones Molly had knitted him because it had a big golden 'R' in the middle.

"Should we go to the Three Brooms or Honeydukes?", I ask Ron.
"Three Brooms,", he chuckles.
"What are you laughing at,", I wrinkle my nose at him.
"Just how big my jumper is on you.".
"It's not that big,", I stare down at the jumper and sighed, "Maybe it's a little big.".
"Just a little,", Ron continued to laugh.
"Shut up,", I laugh along with him.
"Come on then.".

We stand on the steps of the Three Brooms, I stare up at the sign.
"Ladies first,", Ron opens the door for me while I enter.
"Thanks,", I respond to him. I find a table with 8 seats on to fit quite a few of us on when people arrive.
"Do you want me to get drinks while you wait for the others?", the boy asked.
"Yeah if you don't mind,", I replied.
"2 butterbears then,", he says as he walks away from the table.

I take one of the end seats of the table so that I don't have to socialise too much. I sit and wait for Ron while he's buying our drinks. He shortly comes over with the drinks in his hands and sits next to me.
"The others should be soon,", he smiles at me while he speaks, "Here's you drink while we wait for them.".
"Thanks!", I grab my drink off him and start drinking it while we chatter about how excited we are for the new term at school.

I was close to finishing my glass when a blond haired girl walks over and puts her glasses on her head.
"Congratulations Ron and Hermione,", Luna congratulates us but I'm not sure what for.
"Thanks,", Ron mutters then realises, "Wait why are you congratulating us?".
"For being a new couple obviously,", she says so innocently like it was true.
"Wait what?", I stare at her confused. Ron looked like she'd killed his entire family.

"Wait your not dating?", the girl asked.
"No,", I responded, "We aren't.".
"So you're just friends,", she looked disappointed in what we were saying.
"Yeah just friends Luna,", Ron reassured her.
The sound of Ron's voice kinda made me upset because he really emphasised the friends part. If only we weren't platonic and more than that. The boy invited Luna to sit with us and so she talked with us about some news on the quibbler while waiting for the others to arrive.

When Neville, Dean and Seamus came to sit with us with their glasses of Butter beer as they all sit on Luna's row of seats. I hold my glass of Butter beer to take another sip to realise its empty. I look over my shoulder to see Ron's glass empty as well.
"My go for rounds,", I tell him.
"You sure?", he looks up to me from his seat while I'm standing, towering over him.
"Of course,", I take his glass, "I'll back in a few moments don't worry.".
"Thanks 'Mione.".
"No problem,", I leave him to go to the bar.

My foot taps on the cracked wooden floor while waiting in the queue. An angry customer was shouting at one of the bar staff and it was holding the queue up.
"Hi Hermione,", a tall boy creeps up behind me, catching me off guard.
"Jesus Harry,", I jump, "Don't scare me.".
"That's not fun though,", he smirks, "Anyways why are you in Ron's jumper?".
"How'd you know it's- oh. The 'R'", I murmured, "Em I was really cold and he gave it to me because he could see me shivering.".
"What a gentlemen,", he mocked.
"Shut your gob Potter,", I stuck my tongue out at him and decided to change the conversation, "Did Ginny come with you?".
"Yeah she's sat next to Ron,", Harry answered.
"Mhm,", I raise my eyebrows at him. I look down at his neck to notice something. OMG!
"What?".
"Nothing.".
"Well it's not is it smarty,", he stares at me.
"Erm,", how do I tell him this!!, "I'll whisper it too you.".
"Fine.".

"You've got some red mark on your neck,", I whisper in his ear and then step back again.
"Sh!t,", he muttered, "How big?".
"Quite,", I tell him.
"Oh this is f*cking great,", Harry sighs, "Is it big enough for Ron to notice?".
"Definitely,", I chuckle.
"It's not fun,", he whines.
"Oh it's hilarious, ", he stares me in the eyes, "Did you have fun like?".
"If you can't guess by now I asked her out and she said yes and it escalated from there,", the boy bows his head to the ground.
"Woah to much info,", I put my hands up.
"I didn't mean it like that,", he says, "Just kissing nothing to much.".
"OH SORRY,", I apologise.
"It's fine.".

"Next,", the bartender looks at me.
"Two butter beers please.".
"Okay, I'll be two moments,", said the wizard as he started making drinks. Harry covered his neck with his hoodie while getting served by a different bar tender.
"Why are you getting two?", Harry asked.
"Ron bought the first round so I'm getting the second,", I responded.
"Nice, I'm buying Ginny's as Ron has inspired me to be a gentleman,", he laughed.
"Yeah what a real gentleman you are Harry Potter,", I laugh back at him.

We grab our drinks and Harry starts walking back to the table.
"Harry,", I whisper to him.
"What,", he looks back at me.
"You can't go to the table with your mark, Ron will murder you! Come here I'll cover it,", he walks back over to me. I place our drinks on a nearby table.
"You're a lifesaver Hermione.".
"I know,", I grab my concealer out my bag and start putting it on him. Luckily me and Harry are both pale and are similar tones so it works quite good.
"How do I wash it off?", he questioned.
"Ask Ginny for a wipe when it's night and try not to get wet in the meantime. Is that all?".
"Yeah thanks, come on. They'll be wondering where we went.".

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