Parley Oneshots

Parley at Hogwarts [pt. 2]

Hi I'm backk - I'd say it's about 50/50 chance whether this story will go somewhere but I at least hope it's fun to read 😅

Also Peter with the Hogwarts uniform fbhqbvjncjuahfyiurbfsdj

TW: Probably some homophobic Ronald

[They're now on the train looking for a compartment]

Harley POV.

Peter and I went onto the train early, as we didn't have anybody to say goodbye to, and we wanted to try get an empty compartment.

We found one near the back, and Peter laid his head on my lap, my heart giving a little flutter. We may have been dating for 6 months but I still couldn't believe I'd managed to score him. I absent-mindedly started playing with his soft brown curls.

Somebody suddenly opened the compartment door and we jumped apart on instinct - we hadn't been exactly open about our relationship to the others and we were used to practicing a strict no-PDA rule in public.

A girl with bushy brown hair stood there, smirking a little, knowingly, with two oblivious boys behind her.

I recognised the boy on her right as one of the redheads who helped us to get onto the platform, and the other I knew was Harry Potter; Fury had showed us a picture of him so he'd be easy to locate.

"Oops," the redhead boy had tripped over his robe somehow and bumped into the girl, who gave him a disapproving look.

"Hi," I greeted.

The girl smiled warmly, "Do you mind if we join you guys?"

I nodded, gesturing for them to sit.

Peter and I adjusted ourselves a little so that we were sitting side by side, and it didn't look like he'd just been laying on my lap.

There was a short awkward silence as the newcomers finished putting their bags away and sat down opposite us.

"My name's Hermione, Granger," the girl held her hand and I shook it, smiling, "Harley Keener."

Peter shook her hand too and introduced himself the same way.

The redhead was called Ron Weasley, and he seemed to look at us slightly distastefully as we shook his hand also.

"Harry Potter."

Of course we already knew Harry's name but we pretended not to, and smiled at him the same way we did at the other two.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows when we didn't show any recognition on our face, as we were allowing ourselves to seem completely unaware.

He seemed like he was expecting us to start fangirling or something when he told us his name, but when we didn't he looked kind of disappointed, though he didn't say anything.

Ron did.

"How can you not know him?! He's Harry Potter! The chosen one, the boy who lived, have you never heard of him?" Ron appeared almost angry with us, for not getting on our knees and bowing to the black haired wizard.

We just shrugged and I said, "We're from America, we don't get much news there."

Hermione tilted her head calmly, "America? What are you doing here then?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but apparently I had forgotten all that Fury told us to say when asked questions like these.

I panicked a little, looking at Peter hoping he knew what the heck to say; it didn't look like it.