The Philosopher's Stone (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

11~Norbert

"We won! You won! We won!" shouted Ron, thumping Harry on the back. "And I gave Malfoy a blackeye and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He's still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he'll be all right – talk about showing Slytherin! Everyone's waiting for you in the common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens."

"Never mind that now," said Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this..."

Harry made sure Peeves wasn't inside before shutting the door behind them, then he told them what he'd seen and heard. 

"So we were right, it is the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy – and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus-pocus' – I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell which Snape needs to break through –"

"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" said Hermione in alarm

"It'll be gone by next Tuesday," said Ron.

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Quirrell, however, must have been braver than they'd thought. In the weeks that followed he did seem to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn't look as though he'd cracked yet. 

Every time they passed the third-floor corridor, Harry, 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 Harry passed Quirrell these days he gave him an encouraging sort of smile, and Ron had started telling people off for laughing at Quirrell's stutter. Y/n was still very perturbed with Quirrell, he felt that something about him was off, to this day, he still hasn't seen him without his turban on. 

Hermione, however, had more on her mind than the Philosopher's Stone. She had started drawing up revision timetables and color-coding all her notes. She had made Y/N, Harry, and Ron do the same, which they relented to after a ton of nagging. 

"Hermione, the exams are ages away." Y/N groaned.

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

"Well, I'm not that old codger!" Y/N said. "It's really not that important, you make it seem like these are the fifth year O.W.Ls." 

"Not important, are you crazy? You do realize that we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? I don't know about you, but I'm not repeating my first year. I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know what's got 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 for Y/N to relax with Hermione next to him making him recite the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements. 

"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. 

"That's it, I'm going out to the Quidditch pitch," Y/N stated "Is it free right now, Harry?"

"Yeah, I suppose so, Ravenclaw have it tomorrow." 

Y/N was getting out of his seat until he heard Ron say, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

Hagrid shuffled into view, hiding something behind his back. He looked very out of place in his moleskin overcoat.