dear granger // h. granger

5 ; in the moonlight

TRIGGER WARNING: A SMALL SECTION MENTIONS HOMOPHOBIA AND NAME CALLING. THERE WILL BE A WARNING BEFORE THE SECTION AND SOMETHING TO INDICATE THAT THE SECTION IS OVER.

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Throughout their first and second years, (Y/N) and Hermione continued to write letters to each other, even if they could just talk to each other the next day. (Y/N) had a red box to keep the letters in, and Hermione had a dark blue box. They normally wrote to each other about 3 times a month, so the box got full very quickly.

Malfoy and (Y/N) got kind of close, too. They were... friends? They helped each other with certain assignments, and they tolerated each other. You could even say that they joked around with each other, often.

But he ruined it, in second year.

(Y/N) is a Chaser on the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, so they were out on the field practicing. Gryffindor was scheduled to practice after them, so (Y/N) wasn't surprised to see the team and some of their friends walk onto the field. She was, however, surprised to see the Slytherin Quidditch team walk in behind them. They weren't scheduled to practice today.

(Y/N) flew to the ground, wiping the sweat off of her forehead with a towel. She walked up to Hermione, who was talking to Ron on the side. "Hey, what's going on? I didn't think-" (Y/N) started, stopping when Hermione opened her mouth to speak.

"You were thinking right. Slytherin claims that they have practice today, but it's not on the schedule," Hermione explains.

(Y/N) nods, turning to look at the players in red and green. It looked like Christmas.  Except without the cheerfulness.

"Malfoy?" she hears a Gryffindor, probably Harry, say.

At the sound of his name, she turns with a confused look on her face. Malfoy explains that he was the new Slytherin Seeker and that the entire Slytherin team had new brooms. Oliver Wood looked like he was slightly constipated while trying to not look jealous.

She snaps out of her odd thoughts at the sound of Hermione's voice. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in with pure talent," she proudly states. (Y/N) smiles at her, showing her appreciation for how brave she is.

Malfoy steps forward with a smirk on his face. "No one asked for your opinion. You filthy little mudblood," he sneers at Hermione. At these words, everyone falls silent. (Y/N) stares in shock, fumbling for her wand. Ron gets to Malfoy first, trying to make him eat slugs. Ron had unfortunately broken his wand before the school year started, so the spell didn't go exactly as planned. Malfoy was supposed to throw up slugs while Ron and the rest of Gryffindor laughs. To their dismay, Ron was the one throwing up slugs, and Malfoy was laughing.

As Hermione and Harry got Ron to Hagrid's to get better, (Y/N) turned to Malfoy with a bitter expression on her face, ready to explode.

"You know better than to throw around words like that, Malfoy," she snaps, putting her hands on her hips.

Malfoy rolls his eyes, stepping towards her. "I'm disappointed that you've gotten so used to Granger, (Y/L/N). You could say that you're a blood trai-"

"Don't finish that sentence." (Y/N) scoffs, picking up her broom from the ground. "Good luck with your Transfiguration essay. You won't be getting anymore help from me." She turns and walks out of the field to the locker rooms.

Later that day, (Y/N) met up with Hermione to study for a Defense Against the Dark Arts test. Granted, it wasn't really a test on anything they were supposed to be learning. It was another test on Gilderoy Lockhart, their teacher, and his "accomplishments". (Y/N) walks into the library, looking for Hermione. When she heard footsteps, Hermione turned around and smiled. The sight of her best friend calmed her down. She closes her book and walks up to (Y/N). (Y/N) shared the smile and hugged Hermione quickly.