Uɳιϙυҽʅყ ʂρҽƈιαʅ || Hermione x Femreader

chapter 13

    Yesterday an eventful day I'd say. It was Halloween, there was a big feast oh and Harry Potter became the fourth Triwizard champion. He didn't put his name in that's obvious, I mean this is Harry we're talking about, he isn't the first person I'd bet on to get passed Dumbledore's age line and an ancient magical goblet.

When his name got called the beloved boy who lived suddenly wasn't so admired and praised anymore, being called a cheat, attention-seeker amongst other things. People have seemed to forget how decent he is. Even Ron. Harry called me late at night yesterday since I couldn't see him after curfew. Let's just say Hedwig is one of the few who aren't mad at Harry and he's clearly shook up even though he tries to act strong. Those are his coping skill I guess? Fake it till you make it.

Anywho he's being forced to compete in this ridiculously dangerous competition and I'm worried he doesn't have enough wit for this, I mean the others are all older and more experienced and I'm still worried about Cedric despite all of this.

"Y/n!" Pansy's voice brings me back from my deep thoughts. I snap my head towards her. "Yeah?"

"You haven't written anything, we've been here for an hour!" She whisper shouts at me since we're in the library.

"Oh," I frown at my blank parchment meant to have a potions essay written on it. "What is with you?" She questions looking worried.

"Stuff, don't worry." I shrug it off, going back to my parchment with absolutely nothing on it.

"Y/n I've literally seen you cum, you can tell me anything." Pansy pushes, her choice of words has me laughing a bit.

"I'm just thinking about Harry, I'm worried about him, this is out of his league and someone put his name in the cup — we don't know what they want or what their intentions are but their probably bad cause when does anything go right you know? And meanwhile Cedric is also a champion, I'm not that worried about him though, he's a good wizard....so yeah." I ramble on.

Her hand immediately finds its way on my arm, while her face indicates concern. "It's going to be alright babes don't worry so much, Diggory is smart and Harry is —" she pauses for a moment, "— well Harry has Granger to help him. He'll most likely survive."

"Oh yeah I forgot about her." I suddenly remember the Brightest witch of our age.

"See, he'll be alright, having an arrogant know-it-all as a best friend is finally going to pay off for him." She sincerely says making me smile, that's a Pansy compliment, it comes wrapped up in an insult.

"Yeah you're right. Thanks Pansy." I smile. She returns the smile before going back to her essay.

"Now that I've fixed your mental crisis you have no excuse to avoid doing your work." She states.

"Jeez thanks for reminding me mom." I joke, receiving a glare from the Slytherin witch.

"Write the essay." She warns.

"Yeah." Her reprimanding stare immediately makes me start working.

Nearly three hours have passed by and I'm still stuck in this giant library working on this stupid essay. Pansy left about an hour ago leaving me helpless with homework in the only subject I struggle in. Why couldn't it be a quidditch essay? I would rock that.

A long exhale escapes my mouth as I rub my temples. Come on Y/n you can do this. You're not gonna let potions defeat you.

"Need any help?" I hear someone say from behind me. I turn around to see a certain Gryffindor witch with bushy hair standing there clutching her bag.

"I don't wanna bother you." I decline politely. Making the Gryffindor huff and shake her head.

"Nonsense, you're never a bother." She says settling down next to me then rests her bag on the chair. "What's the subject?" She asks while looking over my blank parchment.