Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Last Minute Revision and A Business Decision

(Y/N)'s POV

Later in the week the Gryffindor's had a Quidditch match with the Ravenclaws, and despite my best efforts of easing his nerves at breakfast Ron was still feeling nervous.

Not that I could blame him, after seeing the replacements they got for the Weasley twins as beaters I didn't have high hopes. They were even worse than Ron was. This was going to be a squash match and the whole school knew.

But we still cheered him on, sat in the stands, we bellowed support for him as the match began. "And they're off!" said Lee Jordan.

"And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well. . . . He's going straight for goal! He's going to shoot — and — and —" Lee swore very loudly. "And he's scored."

We groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors. "He's just warming up, he'll get into the swing of things now!" I said hopefully in Hermione's ear.

Predictably, horribly, the Slytherins on the other side of the stands began to sing: "Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring . . . " "Harry," said a hoarse voice. "Hermione..." "(Y/N)..."

We turned and saw Hagrid's enormous bearded face sticking between the seats; apparently he had squeezed his way all along the row behind, for the first and second years he had just passed had a ruffled, flattened look about them.

"Listen," he whispered, "can yeh come with me? Now? While ev'ryone's watchin' the match?" "Er . . . can't it wait, Hagrid?" asked Harry. "Till the match is over? "No," said Hagrid.

"No, Harry, it's gotta be now . . . while ev'ryone's lookin' the other way. . . . Please?" Hagrid's nose was gently dripping blood. His eyes were both blackened. " 'Course," said Harry at once, " 'course we'll come. . . ."

We wandered off as I used my wand to try and fix Hagrid up a bit "I 'ppreciate this, you three, I really do," said Hagrid as they reached the stairs. He kept looking around nervously "I jus' hope she doesn' notice us goin'. . . ." "You mean Umbridge?" said Harry.

Hermione nodded, "She won't, she's got her whole Inquisitorial Squad sitting with her, didn't you see? She must be expecting trouble at the match."

"Well, her instincts are right, Me, the twins, and Lee Jordan are all in the stands, she better keep her eyes open" I said proudly, "Yeah, well, a bit o' trouble wouldn' hurt," said Hagrid, "Give us more time . . ."

"What is it, Hagrid?" said Hermione, looking up at him with a concerned expression on her face as we hurried across the lawn toward the edge of the forest. I took noticed Hagrid's pumpkins, something he usually took a lot of pride in, were looking like they hadn't been tended to for weeks.

"Yeh — yeh'll see in a mo'," said Hagrid, looking over his shoulder as a great roar rose from the stands behind them.

"Hey — did someone jus' score?" "It'll be Ravenclaw," said Harry heavily. "Good . . . good . . ." said Hagrid distractedly. "Tha's good. . . ." We had to jog to keep up with him as he strode across the lawn, looking around with every other step.

"We're goin' in here," he said, jerking his shaggy head behind him. "Into the forest?" said Hermione, perplexed. "Yeah," said Hagrid. "C'mon now, quick, before we're spotted!"

We looked at each other, then ducked into the cover of the trees behind Hagrid, who was already striding away into the green gloom, his crossbow over his arm.

Hermione took my hand as we walked, seemingly out of nervousness, I kept my other hand on my wand "Hagrid, why are you armed?" said Harry. "Jus' a precaution," said Hagrid, shrugging his massive shoulders.