𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝝄𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝜜𝒈𝒆 | Hermione x Male Reader

Down the Trapdoor

Even with all of his studying, Y/N didn't know how he managed to get through his exams. He kept thinking that Voldemort was going to bust through the doors at any moment, which really didn't help him focus. But even through the stressful exam days, Y/N found time to check on Fluffy, and he always found that Fluffy was definitely still there and alive.

It was extremely hot now, especially in the large classroom where they did their written papers. They had been given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an Anti-Cheating spell.

They had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called them one by one into his class to see if they could make a pineapple tapdance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuffbox. Points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if
it had whiskers. Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion.

Y/N was sure he made the potion perfectly, but Snape would probably find a way to take points from him anyway.

Recently, Y/N had been waking up after having his old nightmare, but now it had that figure with blood dripping from its mouth.

Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what Y/N had seen in the forest, or because they didn't have scars burning on their foreheads, but Ron, Harry, and Hermione didn't seem as worried about the Stone as Y/N. The idea of Voldemort certainly scared them, but he didn't keep visiting them in dreams, and they were so busy with their studying that they didn't have much time to worry about what Snape or anyone else might be up to.

Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self stirring cauldrons, and they'd be free for a whole week until their exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, Y/N couldn't help cheering with the rest of the students in the room.

"That was far easier than I thought it would be," said Hermione as they joined the crowds flocking out onto the sunny grounds. "I didn't have to memorize the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."

Hermione and Y/N always liked to go through their exam papers afterward, but Ron said this made him feel ill, so they wandered down to the lake and
flopped under a tree. The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows.

"No more studying," Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. "You could look more cheerful, Y/N, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet."

Y/N was rubbing his forehead.

"I wish I knew what this means!" he burst out angrily. "My scar keeps hurting! It's happened before, but never as often as this."

"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.

"I'm not ill," Y/N shot back. "I think it's a warning...it means danger's coming..."

Ron couldn't get worked up, it was too hot.

"Y/N, relax. Hermione's right, the Stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around. Anyway, we've never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down."

Y/N nodded, but he couldn't shake off a feeling that there was something important he'd forgotten to do. When he tried to explain this, Hermione said, "That's just the exams. I woke up last night and was halfway through my Transfiguration notes before I remembered we'd done that one."