Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Family Visitation and A Small Altercation

(Y/N)'s POV

I reluctantly sat on the chair, "Woof" he looked up at me with a raised eyebrow "Why do you find it acceptable to storm out of my class?" "I don't know" I shrugged, he nodded, "Somehow, I don't doubt that" 

"I recommend the next time you have such an impulse, ignore it" he scowled, "Unless you enjoy being the centre of attention, giving everyone around you a reason to chatter endlessly." "Like they need a reason" I said bitterly.

"Now, for your punishment" He motioned over to a familiar chair in the corner of the room, even if this was a punishment I still wanted to protest "Professor I'm not really in the mood to be mentally attacked, can we do something else, I can stack vials and beakers or something." 

He frowned at me "Dumbledore has given me the task of preparing you for the tasks to come." He sighed, "While you are well versed in Occlumency, it is Legilimency that will be the focus today."

Then he did something I didn't expect, he strode over to the chair and sat down on it himself, "You may begin" I paused for a second, "Wait, I thought-" "Wrong, as usual" he sighed again, "But how is this a punishment, it seems more like practice." 

I could tell I was testing his patience "Well, how else will you be able to make yourself at least occasionally useful?" he said through gritted teeth, I didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult. 

Either way, maybe this was his attempt at an apology? I don't know. Snape messes with my head. Whenever he uses those long pauses I feel like I'm about to be cursed. We set up and I invaded his mind a few times.

Each time he gave me a more intense glare, until I got an idea. "Professor, can I try something, I've just had an idea that could be useful" he raised an eyebrow, "I would like to try entering your mind, but only to about 2 seconds ago." 

He looked at me confused, "If you must" he sneered, I was surprised he was so open to it, considering how private of a guy he is. Lowering his defence, I invaded his mind, I showed him his exact perspective of the conversation we just had, but this time, I overlapped myself in it.

It was like, I had spliced myself into an old movie, I was there, on top of the old memory, and from there, I could essentially replace myself, so the memory in his head played out differently, this time, instead of asking him about my new test, I changed it so in his memory, I got up and left.

In the real world I walked up behind him and stood there, our connection breaking, now if it worked, "I see your intention, I'm afraid you were unsuccessful, but it is an interesting use of your ability" he said, turning around.

"It is fair to say, anyone else, and you may have...succeeded." "Perhaps you are not entirely useless (L/N)" As I left another question pricked at my mind, "Professor, when you said, 'the coming tasks' you weren't just talking about the tournament were you?"

 He looked up at me, I could see sadness in his eyes, "We shall see." I collected my stuff and went back to the common room, was soon as I did, I was met with several people staring at me, "WHAT!" I shouted, they acted as if they were busy. 

Dennis Creevey got brave, shuffling his way towards me, "These are for you" he said, handing me some letters, I realised I should probably calm down, "Thanks Dennis" I smiled, he nodded and scurried off.

Harry's POV

Hermione continued to receive hate mail every day for a few weeks, (Y/N) sat beside her with a laugh, Insisting his "Incident" in potions was simply because he didn't want to sit near Millicent Bulstrode, and he insisted his mail was worse, they weren't threats exactly, but still very disturbing.