Hermione always hated Divination, it was the only subject in the whole of her schedule that she despised. Maybe it was because it was the kind of Muggles would fake for money and fame, or maybe just because of Professor Trelawney's weirdness.

But she did like one thing about Divination, she got to sit next to you. She had a little bit of a crush on you, thinking you're a sweet dorky idiot.

Today, Trelawney decided to pick Hermione for a palm-reading due to a lot of "mental signals" from her, which Hermione rolled her eyes at. Trewlaney sat down at your table and took Hermione's hands, closing her eyes as she traces her palms.

"Yes yes... a lot of spiritual destiny is laid out in your palms..." She mutters to herself. Hermione couldn't stand it, but she couldn't help but smile fondly as you gaze at Trelawney like a toddler discovering automatic doors.

You were Muggleborn, like her, so you were often fascinated by magic in this absolutely adorable way with those curious eyes.

Suddenly, Trelawney gasps loudly, opening her eyes and darting between you and Hermione, "Oh yes, my dear, an aspect of your future has been made crystal clear to me. It appears that your future husband... is in very close proximity." A smile grows on her face, the implications clear as she glances between you both.

Hermione’s face becomes as red as a tomato, nervous as ever, while you haven't really got it yet.