The Chamber of Secrets (Hermione Granger X Male Reader Insert)

12. Mudblood vs Pissbloods

DISCLAIMER: THIS PART WILL BE MUCH LONGER THAN THE PREVIOUS ELEVEN. I HAD A FEW IDEAS POP IN MY HEAD WHILE CREATING THIS PART AND I WANTED TO PLACE THEM IN THIS ONE, AS I COULD'NT THINK OF HOW TO REASONABLY PLACE THEM INTO THE FUTURE PARTS OF THIS BOOK. I DO HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME FOR THE LENGTH BUT THIS PART IS ONE I AM PARTICULARLY PROUD OF.

Harry's POV

Harry stared at disbelief at Lockhart's self-centred quiz. However he knew that he'd have to complete it at one point so he picked up his quill, dipped it in ink and put the tip on the parchment just as the door swung open.

Harry, along with the rest of the class, turned towards the door to see (Y/N). Much of the class let out either snickers or giggles when they saw the state of him. (Y/N) had black marks on his face, his face itself was glistening with sweat, the hems of his sleeves had been burnt and his robes were in tatters with multiple rips or tears in various places.

"Sorry...late...Flitwick...note." (Y/N) panted as he spoke and moved to the front of the classroom to give Lockhart his note, but Lockhart quickly told him to just grab a quiz and take a seat. He refused to take the note after seeing the state of (Y/N)'s blackened finger tips.

(Y/N) took a quiz from Lockhart before he sat down on the seat to the left of Hermione. He panted and wiped the sweat from his face using his sleeve as Hermione angrily whispered for an explanation for being late. "Flitwick...tutoring...Incendio...burnt the classroom."

(Y/N) laid his head down on the desk for a few minutes as the class carried on with Lockhart's quiz before he rose his head from the desk and finally read the quiz. "Oi you lot," (Y/N) spoke in harsh whispers, "what in the hell is this? Who gives one about Lockhart's favourite colour?"

Hermione told him to be quiet as she wrote out her answers and (Y/N) huffed. However, Harry watched his expression go from angry to mischievous in a matter of moments as (Y/N) grinned widely. For whatever reason, (Y/N) looked up towards Lockhart (who was having an in-depth conversation with a portrait) and his grin widened even more as he unscrewed the lid on his ink bottle and started to lightly pour it onto the quiz.

Harry kept glancing at (Y/N) during the quiz and he saw that (Y/N) had kept consistently dribbled ink down onto the parchment. However as Lockhart told the class to put their quills down and began to collect them in, (Y/N) quickly withdrew his wand and muttered something while doing a circular motion in front of the page.

To his astonishment, when (Y/N) handed in his quiz, Harry noticed it was completely blank with not a drop of ink in sight. To his further astonishment, Lockhart didn't even notice (Y/N)'s blank quiz as he took it and retreated back to the front of the class to read them.

"Tut, tut — hardly any of you remembered that my favourite colour is lilac. I say so in Year with a Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wandering with Werewolves more carefully — I clear state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples — though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky!"

He gave them a roguish wink. Ron now stared at Lockhart with a look of disbelief on his face; Seamus and Dean, who were sitting in the front, were shaking with silent laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention, and gave a start when he mentioned her name.

"...but Miss Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair care potions — good girl! In fact —" Lockhart flipped her paper over, "full marks! Where is Miss Granger?"

Hermione raised a trembling hand as Lockhart beamed, "Excellent! Quite excellent! Take ten points to Gryffindor! However...I have more important things to tend to regarding the quiz."