Who Fell First? (YEAR 2) [Male Reader x Wednesday Addams]

Detention With Dopey...

As he was sat in the common room Y/N was reading through Wednesday's book, Y/N Holmes and the Philosopher's Stone.

It was quiet until everyone walked in. Hermione walked in and smiled at him before walking up to him and putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you." She said as Y/N smiled. 

"How's Ronald?"

"Still throwing up slugs, he'll be fine in an hour or two." Harry said as Wood stormed in.

"Well that's great, obviously you've been expelled, our best seeker since Charlie Weasley and they've gotten themselves expelled for fighting someone, what were you thinking?"

"You saw what I was thinking play out, and for the record Oliver, I haven't been expelled, so maybe you should calm down." Y/N said as Wood looked at him.

"You've not been expelled?"

"No, but I am serving detention with that dope Lockhart tonight, which should be fun. I believe you owe an apology."

"Sorry, Y/N." Wood said as Y/N shook his head.

"Not to me. You put a game of quidditch over Hermione."

"Sorry Hermione." Wood said as Y/N nodded.

"Good." Y/N said as he sat in the chair and re-opened the book. Wednesday walked in and saw him looking calm.

"Were you exp-"

"No, just a detention with the idiot." Y/N said as he turned the page, Wednesday looked relieved slightly.

"Oh, good...it would be boring without someone who shares my interest in unsolved crimes." She said, looking down at her shoes.

"Now, I need to try and find a way to fake my death in order to get out of detention with Lockhart." Y/N said as he used his wand to send Wednesday's book to his trunk in the dorm while taking another book from his trunk. The quidditch team filed out of the room, leaving Y/N, Harry, Hermione, and Wednesday sitting by the fire.

"You...handled yourself well in that fight." Wednesday said awkwardly as Y/N smiled.

"Thank you." Y/N said politely as he read through potions, before realising Snape would figure that out in a heartbeat.

That night Y/N and Harry were sat in detention, signing fan mail with Lockhart.

"Boys, boys, boys. Can either of you possible imagine a better way to serve detention than by helping me to answer my fan mail?" Lockhart asked as he looked at Harry who shook his head, he then looked to Y/N who looked at him with a neutral look.

"Analysing a corpse, solving cases, generally not being bored." Y/N said in a deadpan voice earning a laugh from both Harry and a fake laugh from Lockhart.

"Fame is a fickle friend, boys. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that." Lockhart said as Y/N noticed Harry looking around.

"What?" Harry asked, seemingly to nobody as he didn't even know Y/N was looking at him.

"Sorry?" Lockhart said, confused by Harry's behaviour.

"That voice." Harry answered as Y/N grew concerned instantly at the mention of Harry hearing voices that no one else could.

"Voice?" Y/N asked, Harry's look shot to Y/N.

"Didn't you hear it?"

"What are you talking about Harry? I think you're getting a bit...drowsy, and great Scott, no wonder. Look at the time. We've been here nearly four hours. Spooky how the time flies when one's having fun."