The Wizard Who Could (Male Reader X Hermione Granger)

Riddle Me This, Riddle Me That

RIDDLE ME THIS, RIDDLE ME THAT.

COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TASK FROM THE LORE.

FYI: THERE ARE BIG CAMEOS TOWARDS THE END , SO READ ALL THE WAY THROUGH.

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In the silent chamber of the boys dormitory, it is relatively silent, albeit a few snores here and there, with the occasionally shuffling of the bed by a slightly distraught slumbering Harry. However, there is one boy that sleep couldn't capture that night, and he is too busy rambling to himself in the bathroom, not even bothering to turn the lights on.

"I love you, Hermione. Will you be mine?...No,no, too forward. How about... "Hey Hermione...I just wanted to let you know that I like- no love you and that I want us to be together forever...goddamnit that's not it either."

Y/N feels like pulling his hair out as he tries to recite what he wants to say to Hermione when he sees her. He looks like absolute shit as he hasn't been able to even close his eyes since the ball several hours ago. He is currently in the bathroom, for what feels like hours, simply staring at himself in the mirror.

Some students used to call him raccoon eyes (Malfoy specially) in his first, second and some of third year due to faint dark circles around his eyes, like he was permanent tired. They soon faded away after his father told him his true heritage, but now he swears he can see them growing back from exhaustion as he watches his reflection in the dark. Since he is the son of Hades, darkness is as clear as daylight to him.

"Come on, you're the son of the eldest Greek god and you're afraid to tell a girl "I love you."? Come on, it's just three words. Three...very.big.words."

Y/N honestly felt like a little boy after deciding not to chase after Hermione when she confessed her feelings. He simply decided to stand there in shock, tears running down his face. He honestly doesn't know who or what to blame that on, Hermione for dropping a complete bombshell on top of him, or himself for failing to act on his impulses and kiss her right on the spot.

"Should I even say those words if I don't really mean them? Of course I mean them! It's Hermione....but do I love her in the way she loves me? Was she even telling the truth? Of course she was dumbass, stop overthinking everything."

"Stop overthinking it.." He whispers to himself quietly as he closes his eyes in serenity. "She loves you and you...love her. Point blank period. Just go up to her and say it."

(DID YOU EXPECT Y/N TO JUST GRAB HERMIONE AND CONFESS AS WELL, OR DRAG THIS THING OUT A BIT MORE?)

As he rests his hands on the sink, a gentle voice passes by his ear, a pleasant memory during his time in the Underworld. One that embarrassed him at first, but looking back, his "stepmother" was and still is, telling the truth.

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-FLASHBACK-

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you." Y/N mumbles as scarlet spreads across his face. Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, honestly finds it adorable.

Persephone lets out yet another laugh as both her and Y/N are sitting across from one another, their knees almost touching, the flames from the fireplace to the right of them burning brightly. The only people Persephone knows that can make her laugh hysterically are Apollo and Diana, so it would only make sense for Y/N to join that small group, even if he doesn't mean to amuse her.