Hermione Granger Imagines

𝒾𝓂 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹.

I have never been to fond of storms- by never been to fond I mean, I normally screech like a banshee for an hour, and hide under people, or just hide sometimes. It's not fun, but I sadly cannot control the freaking weather. Are you freaking kidding me with that? Why? I am a witch, like what the freak!

So that's why I found myself cowering around the castle at night, it's not like I wanted to, but it was better than staying in my dorm, I mean you try and sleep with FREAKING LIGHTNING ALL UP IN YOUR FACE.

Sorry I just get really heated sometimes, guess school does that to me ya know? I guess my hope was somehow, to magically end up in my lovely girlfriends dorm, how that was gonna happen? No clue, by I am the great Y/n Y/l so I manage. 

I was in the middle of freaking walking when some stupid thunder clapped louder than Dumbledore when trying to gain the attention of the new students, caused me to fall and hit my head. Great I am going to freaking die with a giant goose egg on my dome. I was living the dream, clearly. 

I am actually tired of the dumb ass weather man that controls this shit, like you get to choose a job and you want to fuck with people, making it snow, rain, what the freak is that? Explain it to me, because now I have what looks like a second head growing out of the- may I add barely useable- one I have now. Make it make sense, smh. The amount of sheer disrespect-

We are here! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG 

"HERMIONE MY GIRL!" I screamed, she was sitting in the common room reading.. SMH IMAGINE. 

"What is it Y/n?" she asked, not even looking up at me. I had an idea.

"Is my pullout game strong?"

"Yes of course," her reply not fully registering with her, but the two boys burst out into laughter, which caused her to finally register what it was she just said, and of course, what I did.

"Why I outta," she began charging for me, but the storm finish the job she was getting ready to do, I ran underneath the couch, whimpering. Three more strikes hit, and each scream getting louder than the rest. I was scared- that's an understatement of the year. "Get out from under the couch."

"Never," I gulped, looking around franticly. 

"What are you even going under there?" 

"I'm scared."

"Aw poor baby,"

"It's not funny mio- AHHHH," another strike hit, and I screamed, that was with a mix of her pulling me out from underneath the couch by my ankle. "Mione," I whined, "I was safe under there."

"Come here you big baby," she said, opening her arms, before I could make a remark a strike sent me flying forward. 

"W-why d-do they have to be s-so loud," I whined.

"How dare they," she gasped. 

I felt so much better now.