Someone Like You (Hermione Granger X Male Reader)

Chapter 24: Taking Flight

Everyone was silent, Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth, Neville looked like he was going to faint. Everyone was staring at Harry except for Hermione and I. Hermione had stood up to get a better look at Harrys cup.

"I don't think it looks like a grim." She said flatly. I couldn't help but let out a laugh at her bluntness. Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike in her eyes.

"You'll forgive me for saying so my dear, bit I perceive very little aura around you, very little receptivity to the resonances of the future." Trelawney said.

"Or maybe she's just being realistic." I said.

"Please, my boy, calm down." Trelawney said, sounding a little nervous. Seamus was tilting his head from side to side.

"It looks like a grim if you look at it like this," he said with his eyes almost shut, "but it looks like a donkey from here." He finished, tilting his head to the left.

"When you've finished deciding whether or not I'm going to die!" Harry said, taking me by surprise. Now nobody wanted to look at him.

"Yes, yes, I think we will leave the lesson here for today, you can all pack up your things." Trelawney said in her mistiest voice.

"She's mental Harry. Don't listen to her." I reassured Harry as we made our way to our next class.

"Y/n's right, Harry, you have nothing to worry about." Hermione followed up, but Harry didn't respond. He seemed rather bothered.

We entered the transfiguration classroom. Harry and Ron chose a desk at the back, probably to try and avoid the stares of everyone, if that was even possible.

"Do you want to sit next to me?" Hermione asked, her hands intertwined to hold her books as she blushed slightly.

"Um yeah sure." I said nervously as she had caught me off guard. she gave a giggle after my response and took my hand to lead me up to the front desk. God she's so pretty, I really don't understand why every boy in our year isn't chasing her.

Professor McGonagall started the lesson by teaching us about Animagi, but I couldn't focus properly after the divination lesson we had just experienced. I didn't even get the usual rush of excitement when McGonagall transformed herself into a tabby cat.

"Really, what's gotten into all of you today?" She asked, sounding almost scandalized that we weren't all jumping out of our seats after her transformation. "That's the first time my transformation hasn't gotten an applause." Everyone's head turned towards Harry, but nobody spoke. I was starting to feel really bad for him now. That's when Hermione raised her hand.

"Please Professor, we've just had our first divination lesson, and we were reading tea leaves and..."

"Ah, say no more, Miss Granger, tell me, which one of you will be dying this year?" She asked, causing everyone in the class to stare at her, wide-eyed, and then at Harry.

"Me," Harry said finally.

"I see," said Professor McGonagall, fixing Harry with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since her arrival at this school, none have died yet." She said sounding annoyed, probably having gone over this for years now. "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True seers are very rare and Professor Trelawney is..." She stopped, probably so should wouldn't say anything bad about her colleague. "You look in excellent health to me Potter, so I won't be letting you off homework for today." Hermione laughed, and Harry's face looked a little less gloomy. Not everyone was convinced though, Ron still looked worried and Lavender whispered, "What about Neville's cup?"