Loyalty | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

Mad-Eye Moody

I sit next to Allison at the Hufflepuff table, absentmindedly eating breakfast while I look over my timetable.

"Herbology with the Gryffindors first thing," she reads out, causing me to flicker my eyes over to Hermione before concentrating on my toast, "Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, the double whatever you chose, which for me is obviously Divination, and Arithmancy for you." This time I don't look over at Hermione, but my brain goes into overdrive when I realise I'm with her most of the day.

The post arrives, owls swooping overhead as various letters are dropped onto people's laps. I'm surprised to see Austin's owl drop a letter to me. I open it quickly.

𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓌𝓁ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽 -𝒶

I roll my eyes - would it have been so hard to just come over and talk to me? It's not like he can hide the fact we're related. Pocketing the note, I finish off my breakfast before heading down the sodden vegetable path into greenhouse three.

Professor Sprout points at my workstation, which I realise is next to Hermione. Standing there, we smile at each other in greeting before Professor Sprout pulls out the singular, most ugly plant in the world - she calls them Bubotubers.

"They need squeezing," she explains briskly, "You will collect the pus-"

"The what?" Seamus questions, revolted. I don't blame him.

"Pus, Finnigan, pus, and it's extremely valuable so don't waste it. Collect it in these bottles, and don't forget to wear your dragon-hide gloves, their pus can do funny things to the skin when undiluted.

As we begin, I find that while disgusting, it's oddly satisfying. Thick, yellowish green liquid bursy from them, smelling strongly of petrol.

"Think I'd rather kiss a boy than do this." Hermione gags at the putrid smell, holding the bottle away from her face.

"Hey, what's wrong with boys?" Ron asks besides her.

Everything, I think to my self at the same time she says it out loud.

The lesson goes on, sadly not becoming less gross with time, until by the end, we've collected several pints.

"This'll keep Madam Pomfrey happy," Professor Sprout notes as she adds a thick cork to the last bottle, "An excellent remedy for more stubborn forms of acne. Should stop students resorting to more desperate measures."

"Like poor Eloise Midgen," Hannah adds, referring to the fifth year Gryffindor, "Tried to curse hers off."

"Silly girl," Professor Sprout shook her head, "But Madam Pomfrey fixed her nose back on in the end."

A booming bell echoes across the grounds, signalling the end of the lesson. The class seperates as the Gryffindors head down to the cold forest while we climb the steps back to the castle. Hermione waves goodbye as we go.

We queue outside Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws. After one of them peeks inside, we know McGonagall is yelling at a sixth year Gryffindor who was caught dangling a first year Slytherin over the Black Lake.

"Hey there."

I jump, to see the twins on my right. I hadn't noticed them arrive, and my heart felt like it was going to burst from my ribs.

"Hey guys." I roll my eyes through their laughs.

"Have you spoken to your brother? Cos apparently he's entering." George confirms what I suspected anyway. I shake my head.

"What's taking McGonagall so long?" Fred peers above my head.

"Some sixth year was levitating a little Slytherin over the Lake," they start to laugh, "That's not funny guys! That's a kid who's been here two days and is probably traumatized."