Harry/Hermione: Fireside 

He forced down some dinner after Divination, then returned to the empty classroom with Hermione, using the Invisibility Cloak to avoid the teachers. They kept practicing until past midnight. They would have stayed longer, but Peeves turned up and, pretending to think that Harry wanted things thrown at him, started chucking chairs across the room. Harry and Hermione left in a hurry before the noise attracted Filch, and went back to the Gryffindor common room, which was now mercifully empty. 

At two o'clock in the morning, Harry stood near the fireplace, surrounded by heaps of objects: books, quills, several upturned chairs, an old set of Gobstones, and Neville’s toad, Trevor. Only in the last hour had Harry really got the hang of the Summoning Charm. 

“That’s better, Harry, that’s loads better,” Hermione said, looking exhausted but very pleased. - The First Task, Goblet of Fire

The facts are these – Hermione loves Harry.

She’s never qualified the sentence before. Not in love. Not like a friend. Not like a brother. Not just when he’s being daft; not just when he’s being heroic and charming. 

It’s always been there, a part of her she doesn’t have to think about, like breathing, and just as vital. It’s that simple and that complicated.

She loves him and that’s really all there is to say about that. [x]

Hermione + “Oh, Harry”

  • Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Harry was glad she held herself in as his head was still very sore. “Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to — Dumbledore was so worried —”
  • “Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry … you’ll have to be really, really careful. Don’t go looking for trouble, Harry —
  • “And it hit — it hit — oh, Harry — it hit the Whomping Willow.”
  • “Harry, please,” said Hermione, her eyes now shining with tears, “please be sensible. Black did a terrible, terrible thing, but d-don’t put yourself in danger, it’s what Black wants. … Oh, Harry, you’d be playing right into Black’s hands if you went looking for him.
  • Oh, Harry! Who sent you that?”
  • Oh Harry, you aren’t going to pay attention to anything that old fraud says?”
  • Oh Harry, isn’t it obvious?” Hermione said despairingly. “He’s jealous!”
  • Oh Harry, this is so stupid —”
  • Oh Harry — I’m sorry — no, of course I don’t — that was a really stupid thing to say —”
  • Oh Harry, don’t you see?” Hermione breathed. “If she could have done one thing to make absolutely sure that every single person in this school will read your interview, it was banning it!”
  • Oh, Harry, it’s you… Good about Ron, isn’t it?” she said blearily. “I’m just so — so — so tired,” she yawned. 
  • Hermione glanced over at the back of Cho’s head and sighed. “Oh, Harry,” she said sadly. “Well, I’m sorry, but you were a bit tactless.”
  • There was a shocked silence, then Hermione’s teacup jogged right over the edge of the desk and smashed on the floor. “Oh, Harry, you didn’t!” she said.
  • Harry, oh, Harry …”
  • Oh, Harry …” She stared at him, then whispered, “Are you scared?”
  • Hermione turned to Harry with a radiant expression and whispered, “Did you really tell him I’m the best in the year? Oh, Harry!
  • Oh, Harry … not that again …”
  • He held out his mother’s letter. Hermione took it and read it while Harry watched her. When she reached the end of the page she looked up at him.  “Oh, Harry …”
  • “You’re not going to go inside? It looks unsafe, it might — oh, Harry, look!”
  • Oh, Harry,” she said wearily, “it’s a pile of utter rubbish. This can’t be what the sign really means. This must just be his weird take on it. What a waste of time.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any favourite Harry/Hermione fan fics?

I don’t usually read long fanfics anon, but UaS is the exception! 

And I keep saying this but this is my headcanon and anything by Parkergray is just beautiful