Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Date Nights and Upcoming Fights

(Y/N)'s POV

After ten minutes of glaring at Snape there was a sudden commotion. It was Colin Creevey; he edged into the room and walked up to Snape's desk at the front of the room. "Yes?" said Snape curtly.

"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter and (Y/N) (L/N) upstairs." Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face. "Both have another hour of Potions to complete," said Snape coldly. "They will come upstairs when this class is finished." Colin went pink.

"Sir...sir, Mr. Bagman wants them," he said nervously. "All the champions have got to go; I think they want to take photographs. . . ." I didn't manage to stop my laughter, I looked over at Ron, who was glaring at our direction, I mouthed "Want an autograph?" he scowled, then he started staring determinedly at the ceiling.

"Very well, very well," Snape snapped. "Potter, (L/N), leave your things here, I want you back down here later to test your antidotes." "Please, sir they've got to take their things with them," squeaked Colin. "All the champions-" "Very well!" said Snape. "Both of you, take your bags and get out of my sight!"

As we were walking I asked, "What do they want photos for, Colin?" "The Daily Prophet, I think!" "Great," said Harry dully. "Exactly what I need. More publicity." "Well, you're already a minor miracle, what's a few more headlines?" I shrugged.

We made our way to the "Wand Weighing" ceremony, I fought back the urge to make a million jokes about measuring wands, what did distract me for a bit was glaring at Bagman, who assured me that his gold had been stashed away.

As he whimpered he explained he could pay me after the tournament but he had no way to pay me back now. I was furious at him, until someone entered the room who I had never seen, but as soon as her name was spoken, I knew I hated her more than I would ever hate Bagman.

"The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter," Bagman said, gesturing toward the witch in magenta robes. "She's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet."

"Maybe not that small, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter, her eyes on Harry. Her hair was set in elaborate and curiously rigid curls that contrasted oddly with her heavy-jawed face. She wore jewelled spectacles. 

The thick fingers clutching her crocodile-skin handbag ended in two-inch nails, painted crimson, not what I had imagined in my head, where she looked like an old crone with rotten teeth and a hunchback, but somehow, this disgusted me more.

"YOU!" I stepped forward angrily, shock found its way to her face, Krum and Cedric got in front of me, I wasn't going to hurt her, but I did really want to give her a piece of my mind. I got closer to her.

As I strode towards her the two older boys grabbed my arms, "You wretched old c-" I began before they but they shook me off, making me land on my butt, I go up to go again but they glared at me, so instead I quickly put some distance between us, retreating to the other side of the room.

Skeeter regained her composure with a quick cough, "I wonder if I could have a little word with the champions before we start?" she said to Bagman, but still gazing fixedly at Harry. "The youngest champion first, you know . . . to add a bit of colour?" 

Normally, I would have argued that me and Harry were basically the same age, but I had no desire to get anywhere near her, even if it saved Harry some awkwardness. "Certainly!" cried Bagman. "That is...if Harry has no objection?" 

"Er-" said Harry. "Lovely," said Rita Skeeter, and in a second, her scarlet-taloned fingers had Harry's upper arm in a surprisingly strong grip, and she was steering him out of the room again and opening a nearby door and stepping inside.