(Y/N)'s POV
The day after the Ball was not pretty. As I had predicted there was a wave of new couple drama, dates that hadn't gone well were all anyone talked about and the halls were full of lovesick new partners.
Of course, Ron and Hermione weren't speaking, until they were, same as always, the second I saw Hermione that morning a million scenarios ran through my head, "Would she slap me? Would she be happy? Would she never speak to me again?"
I quickly darted away from that situation. Instead catnapping Crookshanks and setting him on my bed in the boy's dorm. "So. Had fun at the ball did we?" I said, frowning at his squished up face.
He meowed at me, his tail thrashing back and forth. "Yes, I bet you did," Then he meowed again, "How dare you. She would never-" Meow. "No I'm not going to go ask her if it was her idea." I picked his up and got in his face.
"My princess would never be seen dead with the likes of you. You try anything with her and I'll turn you into a tea cosy and chuck you in the black lake I swear to-" "Bloody hell. The stress has finally gotten to him." Said a familiar voice.
I turned to see two people staring at me with a mixture of pity and confusion. "I always knew he was a loon." Seamus said to Dean as they came into the room, I turned to frown at them, "You. Tell. Nobody." I warned, they both burst into laughter and scrambled downstairs.
I turned back to the cat, "Now listen here you little ginger git. I still haven't forgiven you for last year. I remember all the scratches. You are on very thin ice my bow legged friend, and I assure you that if you ever so much as-"
"(Y/N)!" I froze up, "Y...yes?" I said timidly as Hermione shouted up the stairs. "What are you doing with Crookshanks?" She called up, I was worried she'd come in the dorm, so I responded. "...Playing?"
I took my wand out from my pocket and pointed it under the cat's chin, frowning at him as his eyes stared at me blankly. "You have been warned." I dropped him down as he turned to me almost smirking and rushed down the stairs.
After I had a chat with Crookshanks, I went down to find that Hermione was holding him in her arms, the ginger fur ball was obviously feeling protected, little did he know I would end him if I had to.
I finally caught Hermione's eye, we seemed to have an entire conversation in the space of one glance, I could tell just by her look, she didn't know how to deal with this, and honestly I didn't either, so until we did, we would just try to be normal. It was kind of disappointing, but I was fine with it for now.
We both had feelings, we just didn't know what to do with them yet. So, we both seemed to come to a silent agreement that we would just get on with it, if not a little more awkwardly then before. Harry apologised to Parvati but that wasn't all, apparently, I had gotten myself dragged into a feud of my own.
Lavender had somehow gotten the idea that I had ditched her at the Ball because I didn't want to go with her and made secret plans to go with Hermione. Once I finally got her to talk to me, I tried to explain that she was wrong
"I promise you; we didn't have some sort of secret squirrel plan to go together, I asked her to save me a dance and she did" I tried to explain calmly, "why are girls so confusing?" I thought as Lavender glared at me "Don't lie! I saw the two of you-"
I stopped her there, putting my hand over her mouth "Listen, that was spur of the moment, and its none of your business, I'm sorry I didn't see you after but I couldn't find you, that was all it was, I promise."
"Lavender I had a great time with you." I said, wiping the beginnings of tears from her eyes she seemed genuinely upset so I asked if there was anything I could do to make it up to her, on the condition that she tell nobody what she saw.
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Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story
FanfictionThe Full Saga of (Y/N)'s journey through Hogwarts. From his first steps on Platform 9¾ to his last. Read from start to finish. Watch as he learns, grows, falls in love, experiences loss and grows up. I hope you enjoy. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry...