Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Busted and Not Trusted

(Y/N)'s POV

Hermione ploughed her way back to Hagrid's cabin later in the week, I followed her because I had nothing better to do. We spent a while trying to convince him to follow Grubby-Planks lesson plan to appease Umbridge.

He was insistent on doing his own thing, and still didn't tell us how he got injured in the first place. His first lesson back was one of the best one's he's done in my opinion. It was a very pleasant surprise, we were learning about Thestrals.

The second Hagrid called them they all swarmed me, trotting in circles around me, nudging me to ask if I had food. "Hi Percival" "Sorry guys, I'm in a lesson, no food on me, but Hagrid has some" I said, stroking their snouts. "I'll come see you later. Promise."

Half of the class was looking at me like I was mental, which wasn't uncommon, but a few of them where looking at me in awe. Hagrid cleared his throat and spoke "Now . . . put yer hands up, who can see 'em?"

Harry raised his hand. Hagrid nodded at him. "Yeah . . . yeah, I knew you'd be able ter, Harry," he said seriously. "(Y/N) o' course" "An' you too, Neville, eh? An' —" "Excuse me," said Malfoy in a sneering voice, "but what exactly are we supposed to be seeing?"

For answer, Hagrid pointed at the cow carcass on the ground. The whole class stared at it for a few seconds, then several people gasped and Parvati squealed. I watched as one of the younger Thestrals cautiously shuffled over to the meat and nibbled on it.

Then, deciding the food wasn't dangerous, it decided to really go for it and tore it apart, chewing happily. "What's doing it?" Parvati demanded in a terrified voice, retreating behind the nearest tree. "What's eating it?" "Thestrals," said Hagrid proudly and Hermione gave a soft "oh!" of comprehension which I found adorable.

"Hogwarts has got a whole herd of 'em in here. Now, who knows — ?" "But they're really, really unlucky!" interrupted Parvati, looking alarmed. "They're supposed to bring all sorts of horrible misfortune on people who see them. Professor Trelawney told me once —"

"No, no, no," said Hagrid, chuckling, "tha's jus' superstition, that is, they aren' unlucky, they're dead clever an' useful! 'Course, this lot don' get a lot o' work, it's mainly jus' pullin' the school carriages unless Dumbledore's takin' a long journey an' don' want ter Apparate — an' here's another couple, look —"

Two more horses came quietly out of the trees, one of them passing very close to Parvati, who shivered and pressed herself closer to the tree, saying, "I think I felt something, I think it's near me!" "Don' worry, it won' hurt yeh," said Hagrid patiently.

"Righ', now, who can tell me why some o' you can see them an' some can't?" Hermione raised her hand. "Go on then," said Hagrid, beaming at her. "The only people who can see thestrals," she said, "are people who have seen death."

"Tha's exactly right," said Hagrid solemnly, "ten points ter Gryffindor. Now, thestrals —" "Hem, hem." Professor Umbridge had arrived. She was standing a few feet away, making me jump. "Oh hello!" Hagrid said, smiling, having located the source of the noise.

"You received the note I sent to your cabin this morning?" said Umbridge, in the same loud, slow voice she had used with him earlier, as though she was addressing somebody both foreign and very slow.

"Telling you that I would be inspecting your lesson?" "Oh yeah," said Hagrid brightly. "Glad yeh found the place all righ'! Well, as you can see — or, I dunno — can you? We're doin' thestrals today —"

"I'm sorry?" said Umbridge loudly, cupping her hand around her ear and frowning. "What did you say?" Hagrid looked a little confused. "Er — thestrals!" he said loudly. "Big — er — winged horses, yeh know!"