Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Eyes Like Pickled Toad and A Destroyed Abode

(Y/N)'s POV

Harry found a diary that he was oddly attached too, weirdly enough it apparently belonged to the guy we speculated to have stopped the heir of Slytherin fifty years ago, Tom Riddle. He said it must have something to do with the chamber of secrets.

I just left him to it, I was too busy dodging the dwarves that Lockhart had sent to deliver Valentines messages this year. I had already been cornered by one earlier in the day, a bunch of third year Hufflepuff girls started giggling as it was delivered.

One looked as if she was about to faint, it must have been her that sent it. After the dwarf had delivered its song and message, I gave them all a polite wave and they scurried off in a pack.

I was walking with the gang when a dwarf called down the hall "Harry Potter, I've got a message for Harry Potter" I was ecstatic at this "Oh I can't wait" I said looking at Harry evilly, Harry caught on quick and tried to escape.

I put my arms around his in a bear hug so he couldn't, he thrashed and kicked "LET ME GO!" he snarled, I yelled at the dwarf "Over here!" he jogged up to us and began to sing gruffly while holding and playing a harp.

"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard.

I wish he was mine, he's truly divine,

the hero who conquered the Dark Lord."

The dwarf finished with a flourish on its harp and turned to leave "Oh, this is the best day of my life" I said wiping a tear from my eye "That was brilliant."

There was a brief scuffle with Malfoy afterwards, but the day continued as normal until we were on our way back to the common room, I was reciting my new favourite poem to Harry, who was still red in the face.

"Shut up (Y/N)" spat Harry. A miserable looking dwarf then turned and sprinted at us, "(Y/N) (L/N)?" "No" I tried "YES" screamed Harry and Ron, both of them forcefully hung onto my arms to keep me there.

 I looked at Hermione for help but for some reason she wouldn't look me in the eye and was busy staring into her book bag. The dwarf cleared his throat. "If I got petrified right now, I'd call it a blessing" I prayed to any gods listening.

"His eyes glisten like the moon,

His smile lights up an entire room,

He spends his time helping me through gloom

I want him to live in my bathroom."

The entire corridor erupted into laughter, "Of course it was from Myrtle idiot, who else would it be?" said the cynical voice again. "She's not much of a poet" I said trying to laugh the whole thing off. 

The dwarf cleared his throat and said "Another note, asked me not to sing" as he handed me the card, I opened it and read it to myself.

"Dear, (Y/N)

I couldn't bring myself to write you a poem

But I hope that you have a brilliant Valentine's day

And hopefully one day I can share one with you

With love always from..."

"Anonymous" I said out loud, I looked on the back or on the letter to see if there was any indication as to who sent it. The message ended there, I poked the dwarf and asked him who gave him it, "Can't tell yah, its private" he said as he left to deliver more letters.

"I know this writing from somewhere" I thought, but for the life of me I couldn't place it. I spent the next few weeks racking my brain to try to find who had written me the note, with no luck.