Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

House Elf Fight and Sleeping at Night

(Y/N)'s POV

On the morning of the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, Harry and I dropped in on the hospital wing before heading down to the pitch. Ron was very agitated; Madam Pomfrey would not let him go down to watch the match, feeling it would overexcite him.

Personally, I thought the only thing that would overexcite him would be Lavender when she finally got her hands on him. I don't see what all the fuss was about. But Ron was very anxious, "So how's McLaggen shaping up?" he asked Harry nervously, apparently forgetting that he had already asked the same question twice.

"I've told you," said Harry patiently, "he could be world-class and I wouldn't want to keep him. He keeps trying to tell everyone what to do, he thinks he could play every position better than the rest of us. I can't wait to be shot of him."

I sighed, "I keep telling you, just give me the word and-" "NO!" bellowed Harry, who was against the idea of me giving Ron some company in the hospital wing. "Whatever, Lavender's missing you by the way, she asks me to 'send you her love'" I shrugged.

Ron beamed at me, "She's great isn't she?" he said with unmistakable delight in his tone. I nodded, "Yeah, she's phenomenal" I rolled my eyes, "Hermione going to look in before the match?" he added casually.

I shook my head, "No, she's already gone down to the pitch with Ginny." "Oh, why aren't you down there with her?" said Ron, looking rather confused. "Because I'm checking in on some prat who likes drinking poison." I chortled. "You're one to talk!" he said indignantly.

"Are we forgetting when you were in this room with me? In that bed right there" he pointed beside him and reminded me of something I needed to do. "I spat it out like a rational person, you downed it, so who's the idiot here?"

After five minutes of bickering back and forth Harry interrupted. "Better get going." Harry said, getting to his feet and picking up his Firebolt. Ron nodded. "Right. Well, good luck." "Hope you hammer McLag-I mean, Smith."

"I'll try," said Harry, shouldering his broom. "See you after the match." "How you feeling?" I said awkwardly to strike up conversation as Harry left. "Alright I suppose" he said, stretching, "No pain at all?" he shook his head, "Good, then I'll do this quickly."

He turned his head in confusion as I silenced our conversation from Madam Pomfrey with the Prince's spell.

"We need to talk about Hermione before this gets out of hand...Again." I sighed, he went a little paler, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you...too many witnesses." I chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood, he audibly gulped and started stuttering.

"Ron, I'm not gonna kill you" I repeated, hoping to drive this point home, "I was just upset last time I threatened you. That being said, I did warn you." I grabbed either side of his face, he looked shocked "Geddoff" he yelped out at me/

"Sorry, I have to get this out of my system beforehand" I explained. He went beet red, "What?" he said his eyes bulging. "What are you-!" I leaned a little closer. Then, I leaned my head back and put my forehead directly into the base of his nose, not hard enough to do any real damage.

As I pulled back, he groaned in pain, but of course I had used the Prince's handy spell to muffle any sound he made. I groaned too, "Ahhh, why did I do that?" I instantly regretted it, holding my head to get rid of the rattling noise inside.

I blinked the beginnings of tears out my eyes, "That really hurt." I said that, but looking at Ron, I was definitely the winner, he was rubbing his head so much it looked raw. "Sorry 'bout that, did warn you though" I said.

He was livid at me. "What are you on about you mentalist! What the bloody hell was that for?" That was when I came to the realisation he had no recollection of what he said to Hermione and a very small part of my brain felt a teensy bit bad about it.