The Order of the Phoenix - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

24: Weasley Is Our King

Y/N was doubting their organisation with each session they held.

True, students were not only finally learning defence, but were apparently excelling in it too. Neville had successfully disarmed Hermione, Colin Creevey had mastered the Impediment Jinx after three meetings' hard effort, how Parvati Patil had produced such a good Reductor Curse that she had reduced the table carrying all the Sneakoscopes to dust. The pros and advantages were quite immeasurable. The hatred for both Harry and Y/N was dwindling with each lesson, and Harry's satisfaction at the what he was doing right under Umbridge's nose caused him to keep his temper during those awful Defence Against The Dark Arts lessons with her.

Though, there was such a thing as too much of a good thing.

Was it going too well?

The thought shot an electric barrage of nerves through his very being with every lesson. He found his heart tightening with every little sound in the hallways as they walked to and from the Room of Requirement. The wrenching in his gut was always there, everlasting.

As always though, he did a good job of hiding his consistent doubts, and his companions were none the wiser about his twisting conflict. Perhaps the funny feeling in his gut was simply the leopard, its nose perked up in a cautious position, sleeping every night with a single eye open, warning him of lingering danger.

Therefore it was a relief when his wonderful girlfriend came up with a safer approach when it came to coming up with fixing regular meetings. It was looking very suspicious when people from different Houses were seen crossing the Great Hall to talk to each other too often.

She gave each of the members of the D.A. a fake Galleon (Ron became very excited when he saw the basket at first, convinced that she was actually giving out gold).

"You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?" Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. The coin gleamed fat and yellow in the light from the torches. "On real Galleons, that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coin, and because I've put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his."

A blank silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.

"Well - I thought it was a good idea," she said uncertainly, "I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But... well, if you don't want to use them..."

"You can do a Protean Charm?" said Terry Boot.

"Yes," said Hermione.

"But that's... that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is," he said weakly.

"Oh," said Hermione, trying to look modest. "Oh... Well... yes, I suppose it is..."

"How come you're not in Ravenclaw?" he demanded, staring at Hermione with something close to wonder. "With brains like yours?"

"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting," said Hermione brightly, "but it decided on Gryffindor in the end. So does that mean we're using the Galleons?"

There was a murmur of assent.

"A Protean charm..." Terry Boot repeated, as though he couldn't quite register the information. Hermione was once again showered with impressed glances from the other Ravenclaws.