A/N: This is my first foray into fanfiction. This story will feature a yandere!Hermione and it's something I've wanted to write for awhile as I don't feel like there's enough of yandere Hermione to read. This story takes inspiration from Adorable Violence by Cloud Zen, though this fic will be its own animal. The update schedule will be inconsistent, though I hope the gap between updates won't be unbearably long.

Ron cleared his throat before pointing his wand at his rat Scabbers.

"Sun-"

BANG!

A girl had thrust open the compartment door, almost ripping it off it's frame. Her brown hair was relentlessly bushy and cascaded down the back of her school robes. Her eyes were the colour of the darkest chocolate which seemed to hold a million secrets. Harry thought she was quite possibly the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

"Excuse me, have either of you… seen…" The girl who had just aggressively opened the compartment door slowly stopped speaking as she gazed at Harry. Not at his scar, which is normally the first place people stare, but into his eyes. The girl slowly crept forward and gently sat down next to Harry, never blinking as her gaze never left his. She slowly scooted up to his side and wrapped her arms around him. Harry could feel her body-heat radiate through him; he was quite certain he had never been more comfortable in his life. The bushy-haired girl's grip on Harry was unbelievably tight - her small frame held a deceiving amount of strength - but the comfort Harry felt was well worth any number of bones the girl could potentially break. She sighed in content as she burrowed into Harry's chest, and Harry smiled as he closed his eyes and smelt wafts of vanilla from her hair.

"What's your name?" The girl asked, after a few more minutes of cuddling.

"Huh? Oh, um…" Harry took a second to realise that he was cuddling a girl that he didn't even know the name of - not that it felt wrong in the slightest. "H-Harry. Harry Potter."

"Oh, that's nice," she replied, her voice so incredibly soft Harry had to fight to keep from falling asleep. "I'm Hermione Granger."

She recognises my name but doesn't even care, Harry's lips curled upwards at the thought, she's so amazing.

"That's a beautiful name, Hermione." She purred in response.

"I like this a lot. No one's ever hugged me before." Harry muttered. He didn't realise how much he needed a hug until he got one from this astonishing former-stranger, now favourite person in the world. If he wasn't careful, he'd very quickly become addicted to Hermione's hugs, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to be addicted to them.

"Well, I'm just going to have to make up for all those missed hugs, aren't I?" Hermione looked into Harry's eyes with a grin that went up to her gorgeous orbs that Harry felt compelled to replicate.

So gorgeous… I want her to share every secret they hold with me…

Ron, who Harry had completely forgotten even existed, decided with great intelligence that this would be an excellent time to cough. Hermione heard Ron's cough. Hermione didn't like that Ron coughed. Hermione's infectious grin faded from her face. Hermione reluctantly let go of Harry - who felt a severe sense of loss - stood up and glared at Ron with an unimaginable amount of disdain.

"You interrupted my hug with Harry. You forced me to let go of him to deal with your incredibly rude interruption. I'm giving you this one chance to leave this compartment. You should feel lucky that I'm even giving you a chance, because if you fail to do as I said, I will be obligated to throw you off this train myself." Hermione's intense, steady tone did not imply any hint of a lie.

Ron's skin instantly paled as he stood and stumbled out of the compartment. Hermione went to close the door only to realise her aggressive opening of it earlier had broken the lock and the door wouldn't stay closed. She simply shrugged and moved back to her seat next to Harry. Harry thought Hermione was a little bit harsh to Ron, but when she gently eased herself back into his arms and chest, he once again forgot all about the red-haired boy as his mind focused on the warmth he was feeling from the fluffy cloud he was currently wrapped in.

After what felt like seconds, but must've been close to an hour of cuddling, Harry noticed something.

"Huh, Ron left his trunk in the compartment… and you've not got your trunk in this one."

"Who? Oh, the rude boy who interrupted us? It's fine, his stuff will be sent up to the castle magically when we arrive, I read that in Hog-"

"-warts: A History." Harry finished.

Hermione spun around in Harry's arms so fast he was momentarily worried he might have friction burns. She beamed at him the brightest, most adoring smile and Harry felt so grateful that it was directed at him, that someone could look at him in that way.

"You-you've read H-Hogwarts: A History?" Hermione spluttered.

"Well," Harry grinned at Hermione's loss of words, "It was the first book I read that I bought from Diagon Alley, and I re-read the chapters about the Hogwarts Express and the Sorting Ceremony last night."

Harry was certain that Hermione just swooned at his words.

"And it's probably my favourite book ever."

And with that, Hermione released the most beautiful squeal Harry would ever have the luxury to hear, and threw herself against Harry, enveloping him in the most bone-crushing hug she could muster.

"THAT'S MY FAVOURITE BOOK, TOO!" Hermione's yells were muffled against Harry's chest, and her legs were kicking behind her as she continued to squeal.

Harry couldn't help but cackle as he squeezed Hermione back as hard as he could, never wanting to let go of her again. Eventually Hermione calmed down and nestled herself back into Harry's chest.

"Did you know that the ceiling of the Great Hall is bewitched to look like-"

"-the night sky." Hermione sighed, as she flawlessly finished Harry's sentence.

Harry could feel the wide smile on Hermione's face against his chest, and it was with a great amount of regret that he realised he had to inform Hermione of something very important.

"Hermione… I have to get changed into my robes."

The pain Harry experienced when he felt Hermione's smile on his chest fade was crushing, and the tears in her eyes as Hermione surfaced to look at him made Harry realise that he never wanted to hurt Hermione in any way ever again.

"Oh…" A tear began to drop down Hermione's cheek, "I'll… I'll be waiting outside…"

Her defeated look completely broke Harry's heart.

"I'll be as fast as I can, I promise you, Hermione."

She reluctantly nodded her assent and backed out of the compartment, avoiding Harry's gaze.

Harry was used to dressing quickly. He had to when living with the Dursleys. If he took too long getting to the kitchen to make breakfast, he'd get a smaller portion than normal and likely go the rest of the day hungry. Harry was certain he had broken his record time of getting dressed, even with the nuances of the Hogwarts school robes. He knew that the longer he took, the more upset Hermione would be, so it was his duty to get ready as fast as he could. Finally, after Harry had finished buttoning up his shirt, he opened up the loosely fitting compartment door, only to be instantly tackled to the floor by a crying Hermione.

"D-don't, l-l-leave me again, Harry Potter!"

Harry gently rubbed circles on Hermione's back to calm her down, and eventually her tears subsided.

"Never."

The pair got up from the floor to find a greater comfort in cuddling on the seats. Hermione backed up into Harry's chest, whilst Harry gently wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, and this was how they spent the rest of the journey until they arrived in Hogsmeade.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! As this is my first time properly writing a fanfic, tell me what I did well and what I can improve on. This was beta'd by myself, so all mistakes are my own. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and I have ideas swirling in my head as to where this will go. Thank you for reading!