It was currently six in the afternoon, with a curious someone following me. That someone in question- Hermione Jean Granger, my best friend. My lifestyle has been different than hers, I like the risk of being in trouble, like pranking people.. sue me.
She was 'Miss Perfect' and never really knew what I was up. I took pride in that, even I was able to fool her, but.. I might've messed up. Just slightly..
Hear me out, the prank was worth it, but she figured out it was me. The prank in question, not important.
"What are you doing Y/n?" her perky voice came from behind, I froze. What was I supposed to say that I was going to prank Draco for the fortieth time today?
"N-nothing," I smiled, turning around.
"I have a proposition," Hermione counter, I hummed in response, "I'll give you a kiss, if you tell me, on the lips." My face must've been sixty different shades of red.
"Fine." I groaned, walking over to her, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss.
"What is it?"
"I might do something bad why..."
"You're stupid," she slapped my head with her books, walking away.
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short but sweet- not really but oh well, i don't feel like finishing half of these drafts, so they might be short.
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Hermione Granger Imagines
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