Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Falling on your Butt and A Papercut

(Y/N)s POV

The hall erupted into cheers from the Gryffindor table and small applause from the others, I took the hat off and gave it to Professor McGonagall who gave me a small smile, I then raced down to join my new house.

Once I reached them I was bombarded by people trying to introduce themselves, I immediately noticed the Weasleys present from Ron's stories, Fred and George, and of course Percy the prefect. 

Some others were Oliver Wood, who I knew in passing from my brothers' stories, and Lee Jordan, the boy with the tarantula on the train. But I can safely say if I never had to shake another hand in my life it would be too soon.

Once the excitement died down, I watched with bated breath to see if my friends could join me. I was joined by Lavender Brown first, she seemed nice, Seamus Finnigan was next, he was very cheerful.

When Hermione's name was called for her sorting, I began to sweat a little, remembering what she said about Ravenclaw being acceptable, but even still I hoped she could join me in Gryffindor. 

When the hat named Gryffindor, I cheered along with everyone else at my table, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, after all I hoped we could be friends. When she got to the table, I gave her a thumbs up for encouragement, she beamed at me with her teeth on full display so I would call it a success.

When Neville was called he was a bit clumsy on his way there so fell over, "It must be nerves" I thought, he was sorted into Gryffindor as well, I was over the moon for him so I tried to clap loudly so he knew. Although he had to make two trips to the table after forgetting the hat was on his head.

When Malfoy was called I did the opposite of what I had been and prayed he would be sent as far away from me as possible, "Preferably to a different school" I thought, although only half my wish was granted as he was sorted into Slytherin.

As Harry was called the hall went into a frenzy of whispers and some people, most noticeably Fred and George were craning their necks to see him. For once (Y/N) was happy Harry was so famous, maybe people would forget about what happened earlier and focus on Harry rather than him.

"GRYFFINDOR" was what shook (Y/N) out of his thoughts, and a chant begun, something along the lines of "We got Potter", led by Fred and George Weasley obviously. I was ecstatic, so now all that was left was Ron and I wasn't worried about him being in another house. 

I put my arm on Harry's shoulder and winked cheekily with my tongue out for good measure, trying to tell him not to worry after I noticed he had crossed his fingers under the table. Of course, I was right, and as Ron slumped into the chair next to Harry, I was grinning from ear to ear, surrounded by my friends.

Dumbledore gave a speech, it was very odd, he looked mental at first, but then I noticed all the food that was in front of me, I quickly forgot about the speech and went to stuffing my face, I tried a mint humbug, not a fan. I was pleasantly happy and filling my plate with (F/F) when Nearly Headless Nick gave a demonstration, and then suddenly, I wasn't very hungry anymore.

Once dessert was over and Neville had told a brilliant story about his great uncle, Dumbledore gave his final words, something about a corridor, and that nobody could go into the forest, that was disappointing, I was looking forward to exploring it.

Then after I sang along as best as I could to the school song, it was off to bed and I for one welcomed it. Percy led us to our dormitory, after a quick scuffle with a poltergeist, when we arrived, I gave Bones a quick scratch and opened her cage, collapsed into my new bed, she climbed beside me and let sleep overtake me.

The next week went by very fast. I met a bunch of teachers I liked, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Quirrell to name a few, I found out I was excellent at Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts, or anything spell based really. For the first time in my life I was good at something, this must have been what it felt like when my Brother played Quidditch or rode a broom.