The Prisoner of Azkaban (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

King's Cross

Y/N was abruptly awoken by a head of flaming red hair barging into his room. 

"Ever heard of knocking?" Y/N grumbled tiredly.

"No time, Mum is having a fit, the sooner we get on the train, the better," Ron said, throwing a sweater over his head. "At least I can get away from Percy at Hogwarts. Now he's accusing me of dripping tea on his photo of Penelope Clearwater. You know," Ron grimaced, "his girlfriend. She's hidden her face under the frame because her nose has gone all blotchy..."

Y/N chuckled.

They headed down to breakfast, where Mr. Weasley was reading the front page of the Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow and Mrs. Weasley was telling Hermione and Ginny about something. All three of them were rather giggly. 

"What're you laughing about?" Y/N asked Hermione, sitting down next to Ron.

"Oh, nothing," Ginny giggled. "Mum's just giving Hermione some advice." 

"Ginny!" Hermione gasped, hitting her arm frantically.

"I've got something to tell you," Harry said.

"What?" Ron asked curiously.

"Later," Harry muttered as Percy stormed in.

Harry had no chance to tell Ron, Y/N, and Hermione what he had wanted to in the chaos of leaving; they were too busy heaving all their trunks down the Leaky Cauldron's narrow staircase and piling them up near the door, with Hedwig, Hermes, and Bisque, perched on top in their cages. A small wickerwork basket stood beside the heap of trunks, spitting loudly. 

"It's all right, Crookshanks," Hermione cooed through the wickerwork. "I'll let you out on the train."

"You won't," snapped Ron. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"

He pointed at his chest, where a large lump indicated that Scabbers was curled up in his pocket. 

"I think the exercise would do him well," Y/N grinned.

Mr. Weasley, who had been outside waiting for the Ministry cars, stuck his head inside. 

"They're here," he said. "Harry, come on."

Mr. Weasley marched Harry across the short stretch of pavement toward the first of two old-fashioned dark green cars, each of which was driven by a furtive-looking wizard wearing a suit of emerald velvet. 

Y/N, Ron, and Hermione joined Harry in the car.

The journey to King's Cross was very uneventful. The Ministry of Magic cars seemed like normal muggle cars. They reached King's Cross with twenty minutes to spare; the Ministry drivers found them trolleys, unloaded their trunks, touched their hats in salute to Mr. Weasley, and drove away, somehow managing to jump to the head of an unmoving line at the traffic lights. 

"Right then," Mr. Weasley said, glancing around them. "Let's do this in pairs, as there are so many of us. I'll go through first with Harry."

Mr. Weasley strolled toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten, pushing Harry's trolley and apparently very interested in the InterCity 125 that had just arrived at platform nine. With a meaningful look at Harry, he leaned casually against the barrier. Harry imitated him. 

"Well, Percy and Ginny, you two are next." Mrs. Weasley said. 

The pair took the barrier at a quick run. 

"Fred and George, you two next." 

"Right, you are Mother," said Fred.

"What a splendid idea."