𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞¹⁻⁷ [HARRY POTTER X Y/N]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇: 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇

"well, we are if you keep talking,"

𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 | 𝖥𝖨𝖥𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

IN THE WEEKS that followed Quirrell did seem to be getting thinner and paler. But it didn't look as though he'd cracked yet. Every time they passed the third-floor corridor, Harry, Y/n, Ron, and Hermione would press their ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still growling inside. Snape was sweeping about in his usual bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was still safe.

Whenever the four passed Quirrell, Harry gave him an encouraging sort of smile, Y/n would slim her eyes, as though she was studying him quietly, and Ron had started telling people off for laughing at Quirrell's stutter. Hermione, however, had more on her mind than the Sorcerer's Stone. She had started drawing up study schedules and color coding all her notes.

Harry, Y/n, and Ron didn't mind at all, but Hermione kept nagging them to do them same, even going as far as making one for them.

"Hermione, the exams are ages away," groaned Ron loudly.

"Ten weeks," Hermione snapped. "That's not ages, that's like a second to Nicolas Flamel."

"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminded her. "Anyway, what are you studying for, you already know it's an A."

Y/n and Harry swished their heads at Ron, and mouthed, "Seriously?" trying to remember him about the upcoming exams.

"What am I studying for? Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They're very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know what's gotten into me . . ."

Unfortunately, the teachers seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione. They piled so much homework on them that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as much fun as the Christmas ones. It was hard to relax with Hermione next to you reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements.

Early in the morning, Hermione dragged a yawning Y/n down the dormitory stairs with Harry and Ron - all the way to the library, where they spent most of their free time, trying to get through all their extra work.

"I'll never remember this," Ron burst out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window. It was the first really fine day they'd had in months. The sky was a clear, forget-me-not blue, and there was a feeling in the air of summer coming.