Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Vanishing Mice and A Steep Price

(Y/N)'s POV

While Ron and Harry disappeared to their first Quidditch practice, Hermione and I stayed inside the common room to 'study', she insisted we study together when they had practice, she was going mental about the O.W.L's.

At the end of the day, both of us curled up on the couch in the common room and did homework. Bouncing ideas off each other and chatting. "So, how's Vectors homework? Need any help?" I asked, more as an excuse to shuffle closer to her,.

She saw me scanning it with my eyes "Mind giving it a once over?" she asked. I nodded and did so, with the promise she would help me with Snape's draught of peace thing, not because I couldn't do it, just because I didn't want to.

After that was done, she stood up and stretched with a long yawn "I'm done for the day." "Want me to get out the knitting needles?" she chuckled, "No, I just need a break...I can do that tomorrow."

"Procrastination. I'm rubbing off on you Granger" I said, "It's not procrastination, I'm just tired" she wrapped a blanket around herself and slumped back onto the couch, basically lying next to me and sighing happily, after a few seconds I mustered some courage and got an idea.

"C'mere" I pat my lap, she raised an eyebrow, "Lie down, you said it yourself, you need a break" she seemed to contemplate it for a moment, then shrugged, placing her head on my lap. "See, very comfy" I said, she let out another content noise.

I don't know how long we were like that, but before I knew it, I was absentmindedly stroking her hair as she closed her eyes and slept, my free hand eventually finding itself tangled up in hers.

It must have been at least an hour because the portrait hole opened and Ron came in looking grumpy, and Harry followed looking very awkward. Hermione stirred and shot up, looking very awkward.

"How was practice?" asked Hermione rather coolly, brushing her loose hair down with her hands nervously as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room.

"It was —" Harry began. "Completely lousy," said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside the fireplace. She looked up at Ron and frowned and shrugged. "Well, it was only your first one," she said consolingly, "it's bound to take time to-"

"Who said it was me who made it lousy?" snapped Ron. "No one," said Hermione, looking taken aback, "Just your general attitude and demeanour" I said quickly. He glared at me. "What, going to shout at me for no reason now too? Methinks the ginger doth protest too much." I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going to get started on some homework," said Ron angrily and stomped off to the staircase to the boys' dormitories and vanished from sight. Hermione turned to Harry. "Was he lousy?" "No," said Harry loyally.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Well, I suppose he could've played better," Harry muttered, "but it was only the first training session, like you said. . . ." "He's just frustrated, don't worry" I put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. She nodded.

After watching Ron angrily scrawl away at his essay for a while, I went over to help him after finishing mine, explaining to him what moons Jupiter had and how they can be defined. He sulked for a bit but thanked me anyway. Then there was an odd noise coming from outside a nearby window.

"Look!" Hermione was pointing to the nearest window. Me, Harry and Ron both looked over. A handsome screech owl was standing on the windowsill, gazing into the room at Ron. "Isn't that Hermes?" said Hermione, sounding amazed. "Blimey, it is!" said Ron quietly, throwing down his quill and getting to his feet.

"What's Percy writing to me for?" He crossed to the window and opened it; Hermes flew inside, landed upon Ron's essay, and held out a leg to which a letter was attached, I picked him up and gave him a few scratches on the beak.