Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Broomsticks and Conflicts

(Y/N)'s POV

For the next few days the four of us sat in front of the roaring fire, slowly turning the pages of dusty volumes about famous cases of creature attacks, speaking occasionally when we ran across something relevant.

We all decided to stay at Hogwarts to help with the case, but I could tell there was another reason we all wanted to stay around Harry, to keep him safe.

On Christmas morning, I was rudely awoken by Ron hitting me repeatedly over the head with a pillow. "Oi! Presents! WAKE UP!" I grabbed the pillow off of him roughly, "I heard you!" I said as I chucked it at his face with a loud "Poof" as it hit him.

Bones then jumped onto my chest, mewling about getting her extra food, apparently, she had realised Ron waking me up like this meant it was a special day and she got extra food. "Fine fatty" I smirked, getting up and pouring her some, she half hissed at that comment, but was happy to get extra food.

As I got downstairs, I could already hear Ron "Another sweater from Mum... maroon again... see if you've got one."

I looked round my presents, of course Mrs Weasley had made me another sweater like Ron's, and same as every year, it was perfect. After a few more minutes of sifting through presents, Ron pointed at Harry's pile. "What's that?" said Ron. "Dunno..."

Harry ripped the parcel open and gasped as a magnificent, gleaming broomstick rolled out onto his bedspread. Ron jumped off his bed for a closer look. "I don't believe it," he said hoarsely. I turned my head to look, it was a Firebolt.

"No way" I said in disbelief, even I could see why Ron was already practically drooling over it. "Who sent it to you?" said Ron in a hushed voice. "Look and see if there's a card," said Harry. Ron ripped apart the Firebolt's wrappings.

"Nothing! Blimey, who'd spend that much on you?" "Well," said Harry, feeling stunned, "I'm betting it wasn't the Dursleys." "I bet it was Dumbledore," said Ron, "He sent you the Invisibility Cloak anonymously..."

"That was my dad's, though," said Harry. "Dumbledore was just passing it on to me. He wouldn't spend hundreds of Galleons on me. He can't go giving students stuff like this." "That's why he wouldn't say it was from him!" said Ron. "In case some git like Malfoy said it was favouritism."

"Are you kidding? He already shows favouritism" I commented, remembering first year's house cup "But this is a bit much." "Was it your mum?" he asked me, "Oh yes, if my mum had that much money, the first thing she'd do with it is buy a broom that can basically break the sound barrier" I said sarcastically, "And then give it to you, over her son." He nodded, too excited to care about my teasing.

"Hey, Harry-" said Ron as he stopped to giggle "-Malfoy! Wait 'til he sees you on this! He'll be sick as a pig! This is an international standard broom, this is!" Me and Ron burst into laughter at the thought. 

"I know," said Ron, controlling himself, "I know who it could've been...Lupin!" "What?" said Harry, now starting to laugh himself "Lupin? Listen, if he had this much gold, he'd be able to buy himself some new robes."

"Yeah, but he likes you," said Ron. "And he was away when your Nimbus got smashed, and he might've heard about it and decided to visit Diagon Alley and get this for you" Harry frowned at Ron.

"I can't see Lupin affording something like this." "What're you three laughing about?" Hermione had just come in, wearing her dressing gown and carrying Crookshanks, who was looking very grumpy, with a string of tinsel tied around his neck. I walked over and scratched under his chin, greeting Hermione with a smile.

"Don't bring him in here!" said Ron, hurriedly snatching Scabbers from the depths of his bed and stowing him in his pyjama pocket. But Hermione wasn't listening. She dropped Crookshanks onto Seamus's empty bed and stared, open-mouthed, at the Firebolt.