Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Clean Classrooms and Potion Fumes

(Y/N)'s POV

Suddenly, while I was halfway through trying to wrestle some of my food off of Ron, the large door to the hall creaked open. It was Harry, still in normal clothes, covered in blood, which was leaking from his nose.

He shuffled along the hall awkwardly "He's covered in blood, why is he always covered in blood?" muttered Ginny as he made his way over. "Adds to his charm" I said to comfort her; it didn't work.

Harry walked so fast that he was passing the Hufflepuff table before people really started to stare, and by the time they were standing up to get a good look at him, he had spotted us, sped along the benches toward the three of us, and forced his way in between me and Ron.

"Where've you — blimey, what've you done to your face?" said Ron, goggling at him along with everyone else in the vicinity. "Why, what's wrong with it?" said Harry, grabbing a spoon and squinting at his distorted reflection.

"You're covered in blood!" said Hermione. "Come here" She raised her wand, said "Tergeo!" and siphoned off the dried blood. "Thanks," said Harry, feeling his now clean face. "How's my nose looking?"

"Normal," said Hermione anxiously. "Why shouldn't it? Harry, what happened? We've been terrified!" "I'll tell you later," said Harry curtly. "But-" said Hermione. "Not now, Hermione," said Harry, in a darkly significant voice. "Ominous" I muttered under my breath.

We caught him up, "You missed the Sorting, anyway," said Hermione, as Ron dived for a large chocolate gateau. "Hat say anything interesting?" asked Harry, taking a piece of treacle tart. "More of the same, really...advising us all to unite in the face of enemies, you know."

"Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort at all?" "Not yet, but he always saves his proper speech for after the feast doesn't he? It can't be long now." "Snape said Hagrid was late for the feast —"

"You've seen Snape? How come?" said Ron between frenzied mouthfuls of gateau. "Bumped into him," said Harry evasively. I was very confused, "So he broke your nose?"

"Hagrid was only a few minutes late," said Hermione. "Look, he's waving at you, Harry." Harry looked up at the staff table and grinned at Hagrid, who was indeed waving at him. After a great meal, Dumbledore got to his feet at the staff table. The talk and laughter echoing around the Hall died away almost instantly.

"The very best of evenings to you!" he said, smiling broadly, his arms opened wide as though to embrace the whole room. "What happened to his hand?" gasped Hermione. She was not the only one who had noticed.

Dumbledore's right hand was as blackened and dead-looking. He must have caught us all staring because he said "Nothing to worry about," he said airily. "Now...to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you..."

"His hand was like that when I saw him over the summer," Harry whispered to Hermione. "I thought he'd have cured it by now, though...or Madam Pomfrey would've done." "It looks as if it's died," said Hermione, with a nauseated expression.

"But there are some injuries you can't cure...old curses...and there are poisons without antidotes..." "...and Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to say that there is a blanket ban on any joke items bought at the shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

"Those wishing to play for their House Quidditch teams should give their names to their Heads of House as usual. We are also looking for new Quidditch commentators, who should do likewise."

"We are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year, Professor Slughorn"— Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his big waistcoated belly casting the table into shadow — "is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master."