Hermione was pissed, to say the least after her girlfriend's recent Quidditch match. She was sat in the stands cheering the girl on as she went for the snitch while the other seeker chased after her. As soon as Y/N finally held her hand out to grasp the snitch the other seeker snatched it from her hand making her arm snap loudly. Everyone in the stands winced as the girl yelped in pain falling to the ground slowly.
Hermione wanted to go help you, but Ron held her back assuring her that the girl was fine and she didn’t need to cause a scene. This made her glare at the boy, “I shouldn't have to remind you again but that's my girlfriend Ronald. It’s my job to help her.” The boy just sighed mumbling something about how she babied you too much. On the outside, you seemed to have a tough exterior dealing with injuries well, but Hermione knew were an absolute baby.
She would hold you in her arms after a rough match after you begged and begged for her to cuddle with you making her smile. Hermione loved you but sometimes you were too much.
The girl hurried down to be met with your face as you lay on the ground surrounded by your teammates. She sighed at the smirk on your face as you still grasped the snitch in your hand somehow.
“Come on now,” Hermione said helping you up.
”Ugh.. Mione I feel like I’m gonna die..” You mumbled in her ear. She held you in her arms giving you a pitiful look.
”God you’re such a hassle.” The girl breathed out looking at your injured arm. While Ron was holding her back Madam Pomfrey had bandaged it up and put it in a cast.
”Let’s go back to your room yeah?” You say giving her puppy eyes.
”Fine..”
”Hold me?”
”Of course.”