3rd person POV
Hermione stayed in the hospital wing for several weeks. There was a flurry of rumors about her disappearance when the rest of the school arrived from their Christmas holidays, because of course everyone thought she had been attacked. So many students filed past the hospital wing trying to catch a glimpse of her that Madam Pomfrey took out her curtains again and placed them around Hermione's bed, to spare her the shame of been seen with a furry face.
Harry, Y/n, and Ron went to visit her every evening. When the new term started, they brought her each day's homework.
"If I'd sprouted whiskers, I'd take a break from work," said Ron, tipping a stack of books on Hermione's bedside table one evening.
"Don't be silly, Ron, I've got to keep up," said Hermione briskly.
Her spirits were greatly improved by the fact that all the hair had gone from her face and her eyes were slowly turning back to brown.
"Besides," said Y/n in a knowing voice, "what else does she have to do?"
She thought back the boring hours she and Harry had spent playing those Muggle games. Even if she hated doing it, she'd prefer doing homework to I-Spy. In the least it would've made her feel more accomplished.
"I don't suppose you've got any new leads?" Hermione said in a whisper, so that Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear her.
"Nothing," said Harry gloomily.
"I was so sure it was Malfoy," said Ron, for about the hundredth time.
Y/n sighed, not this again, she thought.
"What's that?" Asked Harry, pointing to something gold sticking out from under Hermione's pillow.
"Just a get well card," said Hermione hastily, trying to poke it out of sight, but Ron was too quick for her. He pulled it out, flicked it open, and read aloud:
"Dear Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch's Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award."
Ron looked up at Hermione, disgusted.
"You sleep with that under your pillow?"
But Hermione was spared answering by Madam Pomfrey sweeping over with her evening dose of medicine.
"Is Lockhart the smartiest bloke you've ever met, or what?" Ron said to Harry and Y/n as they left the infirmary and started up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Oh shut up," said Y/n in a hushed whisper. "I don't want him hearing that, or he might think you're being serious."
Ron looked up in horror, "You're right."
Snape had given them so much homework, Harry thought he was likely to be in the sixth year before he finished it. Ron was just saying he had asked Hermione how many rat tails you were supposed to add to a Hair-Raising Potion when an angry outburst from the floor above reached their ears.
"That's Filch," Harry muttered as they hurried up the stairs, out of sight, listening hard.
"You don't think some else's been attacked?" said Ron tensely.
"Doubt it," said Y/n, though, she too was looking rather tense.
They stood still, their heads inclined toward Finch's voice, which sounded quite hysterical.
"—even more work for me! Mopping all night, like I haven't got enough to do! No, this is the final straw, I'm going to Dumbledore—"
His footsteps receded along the out-of-sight corridor and they heard a distant door slam.
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Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4
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