Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Three Schools and House Rules

Hermione's POV

It wasn't until a week later, after (Y/N)'s ribs and shoulder had healed that we heard what happened to Winky, "She's been sacked" Mr. Weasley confirmed sadly, I had hoped Mr Crouch would reconsider, either way, I was furious. 

"That's terrible, she'll be devastated" I said in a mix of anger, sadness and disgust, I briefly saw (Y/N) furiously writing on a piece of parchment, but payed it no mind. "Ron can I borrow Pig?" (Y/N) asked, holding up a letter, Ron nodded.

(Y/N) said "Pigwidgeon" politely and the bird flew immediately to his side, he then attached a letter to his leg and scratched the small birds beak, Pig flew off out the window, already seeming out of breath.

"Don't worry Hermione, I've got my best people working on it" (Y/N) said pointing to the window Pig flew out of, "Dumbledore can do something I'm sure of it" he smiled, I was overcome with gratitude, I pulled him into a hug. 

He just laughed and smiled patting my back. After breakfast Harry pulled us into Ron's room and explained the dream he kept having and the concerns he had about Trelawney's prediction.

(Y/N)'s POV

"It was only a dream," said Ron, shuddering. "Just a nightmare." "Yeah, but was it, though?" said Harry, "It's weird, isn't it? . . . My scar hurts, and three days later the Death Eaters are on the march, and Voldemort's sign's up in the sky again." "Maybe you're making a big deal of it, the Voldemort fan club probably would have attacked either way" I argued, he shrugged.

"Don't say his name!" Ron hissed through gritted teeth. "And remember what Professor Trelawney said?" Harry went on, ignoring Ron. "At the end of last year?" Hermione's let out a derisive snort.

"Oh Harry, you aren't going to pay attention to anything that old fraud says?" "You weren't there," said Harry. "You didn't hear her. This time was different. I told you, she went into a trance, a real one."

"And she said the Dark Lord would rise again . . . greater and more terrible than ever before... and he'd manage it because his servant was going to go back to him...and that night Wormtail escaped."

"I told Sirius about my scar," said Harry, shrugging. "I'm waiting for his answer." "Good thinking!" said Ron, his expression clearing. "I bet Sirius'll know what to do!" "I hoped he'd get back to me quickly," said Harry. 

"But we don't know where Sirius is . . . he could be in Africa or somewhere, couldn't he?" said Hermione reasonably. "Hedwig's not going to manage that journey in a few days." "Yeah, I know," said Harry.

"Yeah, bloke needs a holiday... and a tan" I added, then Ron piped up "Come and have a game of Quidditch in the orchard, Harry," "Come on three on three, Bill and Charlie and Fred and George will play"

"Ron," said Hermione, in an I-don't-think-you're-being-very sensitive sort of voice, "Harry doesn't want to play Quidditch right now... He's worried, and he's tired...We all need to go to bed" "Yeah, I want to play Quidditch," said Harry suddenly.

"Hang on, I'll get my Firebolt." "Me too, If I can borrow a spare broom, I'll just be a sub or ref or something" I added, not really wanting to play, but wanting to cheer Harry up. Hermione left the room, muttering something that sounded very much like "Boys."

"Do you even know how to fly a broom?" said Ron cheekily as we started our way towards the orchard. "Better than you ever could" I smirked back. "You sure?" said Harry, I put my hand on my chest in mock offence.

"I am appalled you think that of me, I spent most of my childhood on a broom, do you know who my brother was?" I said, they both looked at each other with an awkward laugh, "Now I think of it he doesn't have the best track record, but still..." I trailed off.