The Wizard Who Could (Male Reader X Hermione Granger)

Don't Drop The (Yule) Ball

Well...here goes nothing.

THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER IVE EVER WRITTEN

This just hope we don't drop ball further then we already have.

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"How could so cliche happened at that moment? What the fuck is going on?!"

Right after the most embarrassing moment of his entire life, Y/N stormed out the Great Hall, through the corridors and practically stomped his way towards the Great Lake. His anger subtler than most times, but anyone that took a glance at him could tell he was annoyed. Sure, they were perplexed if they weren't in the Great Hall at the time, but gossip was sure to spread.

His eyes are pointed at the ground the entire time, not caring were his feet lead him, as long as it's away from other human beings. His thoughts are as loud and frantic as his heartbeat, his lips letting out a string of Greek curses under his breath.

"You're telling me Hermione just so happens to run into me and Fleur at THAT exact moment? What god is writing this damn script?!"

His feet eventually lead him towards the Great Lake, the body of water that seems to always be at peace when he gazes upon it. And near the edge is the familiar tree, standing strong like a guard in front of the lake.

With little to no thought in his head, he effortlessly climbs up and sits on a sturdy branch above, thinking it makes him pretty well hidden.

A mint leaf as been in between his lips the whole time, but now, it seems not to give him the calming effect it is known for. He angrily spits it out and watches it fall to the ground below.

He never explain to his friends, even though he could tell they were confused by the mint leafs, but those leafs always calmed him down when he was angry or his ADHD would kick in at inappropriate times. It also wasn't until last year that he found out Melinoe was the one always leaving them in his pockets.

He takes a few out of his pockets and starts grinding them up in his clenched palm, careful not to ground them into powder, but enough until they are delicate enough for what he has in his other hand.

A cigarette. But not just any cigarette, a "magical" cigarette.

Now he knows what most adults and kids would say. "You're too young for that. Oh, it's bad for you, makes you too edgy etc etc." But he frankly does what's best for him, and being the Wizard that he is, he learned to use magic to allow mint leaves to act as a substitute for whatever muggles put into cigarettes. or whatever Mikey called those muggle roll up things. Neat, huh?

He slowly takes the bits of mint and with a small flick of his wand, it soaks into the cigarette and settles within.

Y/N shakes his head in disbelief, holding the "cancer stick" out in front of him, the end where he is suppose to light pointed towards the lake.

"How could I be so stupid? Waiting to ask her instead of getting it over with? Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"Hogwarts Greatest Detective" goes to light the end of the stick with his fingertips with a snap, but nothing comes out. He tries again and again, but nothing but a quick purple flash of heat appears, frustrating him even more.

"Damn it.." He growls as he gives up on doing it that way. He sticks the cigarette between his lips, reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a cheap lighter that Mike gave him months ago, dirty silver in color.