Courage | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

The Interview

After I finish eating dinner that Monday night, and people start switching tables to sit with their friends, Allison heads off to the Ravenclaw table to see Anthony, and I settle down with the Gryffindors.

Hermione looks up happily as I sit next to her before turning her attention back to the conversation they're in.

"Can't wait to see what Umbridge thinks of you going public." Dean mentions, sounding in awe. Seamus, on his other side, shovels down a second helping, though he seems to not be hungry at all.

"It's the right thing to do, Harry," Nevvile says opposite him, face pale and voice low, "It must have been... tough... talking about it."

"Yeah," Harry mumbles despondently, "But people have got to know what he's capable of, haven't they?"

Neville nods, "That's right. They should know what him and... and his Death Eaters... they should know."

Dean, Seamus and Neville return to their common room shortly after, leaving Harry, Hermione and I at the table. Ron hasn't arrived yet, due to Quidditch practice.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you!" Hermione says brightly, "What happened on your date with Cho?"

"Well it was... a complete fiasco now that you mention it. It started alright, then she was crying about Cedric, then she was crying about you because I told her I was meeting you at the Three Broomsticks. I said she could come if she wanted!" He finishes indignantly.

I duck my face into my pumpkin juice to hide my smirk at the fact they went to Madam Puddifoot's Teashop, a cramped, pink and frilly space, not unlike Umbridge's office. Less creepy though.

"Oh Harry, you should've told her that differently."

"But you told me to meet you at twelve! How else was I supposed to tell her?"

Hermione shakes her head, "You should've made it out like it was really annoying and you didn't want to go, but I'd made you promise to come along. Stress that I said it was important, and although you really didn't want to, could she come along so you could get it over with quickly. And it might've been an idea to mention how ugly you think I am too." I almost have to sputter at her afterthought, but I keep composed for Harry's bewilderment.

"But I don't think you're ugly?" He says, frowning.

"Harry," Hermione laughs, "She was jealous."

"Hermione... you're a lesbian." He informs her slowly.

She scoffs, burying her head in her hands with a small groan, "Silly me, how'd I forget?"

Whether Harry picked up on her sarcasm will remain a mystery, as Ron and Ginny approach, muddy and disgruntled.

"I'm not saying she was sensible Harry, I'm just trying to get you to see how she felt. Girls don't just ask questions like that."

"You should write a book," Ron mumbles, now pulling plates of food toward him, "Translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them. You'd be a bestseller."

I laugh, shaking my head, "How was practice guys?"

"A nightmare." Ron's voice is surly as he deadpans.

"Was it really that bad?" I grimace, looking to Ginny.

"Yeah, it was appalling. Angelina was almost crying by the end of it."

The two head off for a bath when they finish eating, shortly before we're joined by two other gingers.

"We watched their practice. They're complete rubbish without us." Fred groans.