Work Text:
“I find it annoying she keeps staring over here.” Hermione whispered to Harry.
Harry hummed, not really paying much attention to whoever Hermione had been referring to. “Mi, whoever is staring my way will never have me.”
Hermione scoffed at his words. She felt herself get worked up over his nonchalant attitude and the girl's looks. What irritated her most was the specific girl in question. She gripped her quill as she wrote furiously, breaking yet another quill.
Harry chuckled at this, causing Hermione to narrow her eyes towards him. “Seven... Seven quills is the amount you have broken in the last hour.” He summoned a new one from her bag as he handed it to her.
She blushed at his remark, "I really need to control my temper.” Harry hummed.
“I think it's cute though how jealous and possessive you get, Mi.” He leaned, his hand sliding down her arm into dangerous waters. He inched closer as his action was being hidden by their robes, “You are the only person I would love, until we have kids of our own one day. That is a promise.” Hermione shuddered at his touch, suddenly nervous at his words.
His hand rested on her thigh, slowly raising her skirt up before the very same girl interrupted them. “Harry Potter, if you are tired of rolling around in the mud, I can always warm you right up.” the girl said in a low seductive voice that they could both hear.
Hermione stiffened at her words. She wasn't necessarily angry or shocked—she knew Harry belonged to her. They were soulmates after all, but what irritated her most was the brazenness of the girl's proclamation.
As she was about to react, the girl's hair turned from blonde to Neon Orange that began to glow in this corner of the library. She shrieked, causing Madam Pince to come and evict them.
Before the girl was about to walk away, Harry took hold of her arm. He didn't squeeze her arm of any sort, simply just held her arm in place to prevent her from leaving. “Listen here, Greengrass, people may consider you a princess of sorts, especially in Slytherin, but let's get things straightened out for your inbred head,” Hermione's heart skipped a beat while she stopped what she was doing all while Madam Pince still attempted to kick them out, “Hermione is my prin- no... Hermione is my queen. She holds my heart, and just because Theo, Ron, Draco, and Neville rejected you doesn't mean I am your next target. Funny how you keep going after people in relationships.”
Her eyes flared up with anger as Harry finished his decree, “You insult Hermione, or any other person, in the manner you spoke to her just now, and I will make sure your family name will be lower than what you consider mud... Got it Greengrass.”
She gulped as swallowed her tears, pulling away to escape the library. After a few moments of silence. Hermione quickly pulled Harry to a hidden room by the library, pressing a bruising kiss against his lips. He returns the kiss with burning passion. "Gosh, I love you, Harry James Potter. Who knew you were so possessive like this.”
“I love you too, Hermione Jean Granger. And just so you know, Mi, I can be just as possessive over you as you are over me. It's simple, really I am my father's child after all.. and no I don't just mean being devoted to the woman I love. I mean I am Prong's kid after all.” Harry said as he caressed her cheek.
“Oh I have no doubt about that Harry, especially with her hair turning that color.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips.