Miss Little Perfect ( Hermione x Female Reader )

25: Secret Admirer

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The group of friends consisting of (Y/N) and Hermione, Harry and Ginny, Pansy and Blaise laughed while walking through the hallway of NYU. They paused at (Y/N)'s locker when the latter had announced that she wanted to retrieve something from it.

She opened it only for a pink letter to fall out.

"Ooh," Pansy and Blaise said in unison, the other couple laughing at their antics. "Now I'm not saying that it's a love letter, but it's pink. And anonymous. Plus it's pink."

(Y/N) flipped her off for saying such a thing near her extremely-totally-not-territorial-girlfriend. And Pansy, just as childish as the jock, stuck out her tongue and boo'ed.

The jock picked up the letter and couldn't help but open it, she tried to stay non-chalant although she was quite intrigued by the whole idea of a love letter. She was no stranger to confessions, but no one in NYU was dorky enough to hand out love letters, not even (Y/N). The jock began to read the letter in her hands, keeping it at a height in which Hermione could read along with her.

This is so dorky and I'm the last person that'd write something like this, but I noticed you liked corny and unrealistic stuff, like how you fawn over The Notebook—

Hermione snorted at the mention of the movie that she recommended to the jock and even cuddled with her when they watched it together.

And no, I'm not in love with you enough to write you 365 letters. But maybe you could help me to get there—

Hermione rolled her eyes so much to the point you'd think that she was able to see her brain.

Although I'm not going to write 365 letters, I'll still write you more after this. You're probably wondering who I am, I'm not planning to hide myself that long so I don't mind giving you a few hints, maybe then you'll think of me more.

Ginny had to suppress her laughter at the scandalized look on Hermione's face.

You know me, which isn't a big hint cause you seem to interact with everyone. I'm also a cheerleader, which means, according to your hopeless romantic, obsessed with romance movie's stereotypical plots, we're supposed to be a thing.

I'm a cheerleader, you're a jock. I'm hot, you're hot. I hate cringey and cheesy things, and you're nothing but that. Get the picture? Probably not, you're dense as fuck. But that's okay.

I'm aware you have a girlfriend. A cheerleader one to fit the stereotype.

But perhaps you chose the wrong cheerleader. xoxo.

"I think the handwriting could be a little bit neater." commented Hermione nonchalantly when (Y/N)'s eyes shot up to meet her gaze, like a child looking at their mother after they had just broken something.

"My handwriting's much messier." replied (Y/N), surprised to not find any sort of hostility in the honey-brown eyes, but Hermione was simply just quick to change her demeanor.

Hermione's unfazed demeanor almost shook, a scowl urging to leave her lips as she watched the jock fold the letter close with such gentlessness. The group began to tease the junior who just shrugged it off as they walked in the hallway, insisting that she didn't care much about it.

It's not that she was catching feelings just over some love letter. She just found it different. It was cute. She was used to being the cheesy one, so it felt nice being on the other end for once. But of course she didn't see it as anything more than a sweet gesture, and although it pulled her heartstrings a little, she wouldn't hesitate to reject the secret admirer when the time came. This letter only ensured a kinder rejection.

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"I'll catch up in five," grinned (Y/N) as her football team nagged her to join them at Draco's place to play and kid around. They persuaded her by saying they'll invite the cheerleaders which meant she'll get time with her friends and even better, her girlfriend.

She opened her locker only for yetr another pink letter to fall out. She picked it up and looked around, there were only a few students left in the hallway, most of them left once the bell rang. She averted her attention back down onto the letter, carefully opening it.

There's a box of chocolate bars in your locker next to your Physics textbook, you once confessed your undying love for them. Consider it as a good job token for doing well yesterday at the game.

Keep getting NYU wins, I'd say you're great but I think your ego's too inflated for that. Don't take it personal, atleast I still like you.

(Y/N) couldn't help but shake her head and laugh.

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