The Prisoner of Azkaban (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

What'd I Do?

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you alright?"

Y/N's face stung greatly as he stumbled upwards. 

"Dunno if my face being numb counts as me being alright..."

"Oi, look here." Lupin said, holding up a finger and waving it around rapidly. "Does your head hurt?"

"No, just a bit sore." Y/N said, getting up off of the floor. "That Dementor startled me."

Y/N looked around the cab, finally seeing Harry.

"Hey, why does he get chocolate?" 

"Here." Lupin said, tossing Y/N the remnants of the bar of chocolate.

"'Preciate it." Y/N said, biting off a large chunk.

"Well, I need to talk to whoever let the Dementor on board." Lupin said, walking to the door."

"Are you sure you're okay, Harry?" said Hermione, watching Harry anxiously.

"I don't get it... what happened?" said Harry, wiping more sweat off his face.

"Well — that thing — the Dementor — stood there and looked around (I mean, I think it did, I couldn't see its face) —Y/N fell and hit his head — and you —

"I thought you were having a fit or something," said Ron, who still looked scared. "You went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching —"

"And Professor Lupin ran into the compartment, and pulled out his wand," said Hermione, "and he said, 'None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.' But the Dementor didn't move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away..."

"It was horrible," said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. "Did you feel how cold it got when it came in?"

"I felt weird," said Ron, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. "Like I'd never be cheerful again..."

Ginny, who was huddled in her corner looking nearly as bad as Harry, gave a small sob; Hermione went over and put a comforting arm around her. 

"But didn't any of you — fall off your seats?" said Harry awkwardly. 

"No," said Ron, looking anxiously at Harry again. "Ginny was shaking like mad, though..."

Professor Lupin had come back. He paused as he entered, looked around, and said, with a small smile, "I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know..."

"Don't be to sure." Y/N began. "You and dad would put my medicine in my pumpkin juice when I was little."

"You were too stubborn to take your medicine." Lupin said somberly, creating an awkward silence in the cab.

They didn't talk much during the remainder of the journey. At long last, the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, and there was a great scramble to get outside; owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked loudly from under his hat. It was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was driving down in icy sheets. 

"Firs' years this way!" called a familiar voice. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Y/N turned and saw the gigantic outline of Hagrid at the other end of the platform, beckoning the terrified-looking new students forward for their traditional journey across the lake

"All right, you four?" Hagrid yelled over the heads of the crowd. They waved at him, but had no chance to speak to him because the mass of people around them was shunting them away along the platform. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Y/N followed the rest of the school along the platform and out onto a rough mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students, each pulled, Y/N could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when the four of them squeezed inside and shut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumping and swaying in procession.