Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Pirouettes and Burying Pets

(Y/N)'s POV

Patches of bright blue sky were beginning to appear over the castle turrets, but these signs of approaching summer did not lift Harry's mood. He was still determined to catch Malfoy but had given no indication of a change in his plan other then asking the door extra nicely.

He had been thwarted, both in his attempts to find out what Malfoy was doing, and in his efforts to start a conversation with Slughorn that might lead, somehow, to Slughorn handing over the memory he had apparently suppressed for decades.

"For the last time, just forget about Malfoy," Hermione told Harry firmly. We were sitting with Ron in a sunny corner of the courtyard after lunch. Hermione and Ron were both clutching a Ministry of Magic leaflet called 'Common Apparition Mistakes and How to Avoid Them.'

They were pretty self explanatory if you ask me, don't fidget, keep yourself from getting distracted, make sure you clearly envision your desired location, stuff like that. But I suppose if it made them feel a little better it couldn't hurt.

We were taking our tests this very afternoon, but by and large the leaflets had not proved soothing to the nerves. At least not mine anyway, so much so I let Bones use it as a fort at first, then a pillow and then a fun toy to shred afterwards.

I was just going over the three D's with Ron when a small girl jogged up to us, looking very out of breath and flustered. "Harry Potter?" said the girl. "I was asked to give you this." "Thanks..." said Harry as he took the small scroll of parchment.

"Which d'you reckon that one was, Crabbe or Goyle?" I chuckled to Harry. Once the girl was out of earshot he said, "Dumbledore said we wouldn't be having any more lessons until I got the memory!"

"Maybe he wants to check on how you're doing?" suggested Hermione, "Ohhh, someone's in trouble" I snickered as Harry unrolled the parchment. Harry read it quickly, let out a sigh and said "Look at this," handing the note to Hermione.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," she said, scanning it quickly and passing it to Ron, who read it through looking increasingly incredulous. "He's mental!" he said furiously. He passed it to me and I read it.

Taking note of the tears on the paper, I already had a feeling what it was going to be based on context but my suspicions were confirmed as I tried to decipher Hagrid's handwriting.

"Dear Harry, Ron, (Y/N) and Hermione! Aragog died last night. Harry, (Y/N) and Ron, you met him and you know how special he was. Hermione, I know you'd have liked him. It would mean a lot to me if you'd nip down for the burial later this evening."

"I'm planning on doing it round dusk, that was his favourite time of day. I know you're not supposed to be out that late, but you can use the cloak. Wouldn't ask, but I can't face it alone. Hagrid"

Ron was clearly not impressed and made no attempt to hide the fact he would rather get splinched then go down to Hagrid's hut that evening. I don't blame him, I didn't exactly have the fondest memories of Aragog from my childhood.

"That thing told its mates to eat us! Told them to help themselves! And now Hagrid expects us to go down there and cry over its horrible hairy body!" "It's not just that," said Hermione. "He's asking us to leave the castle at night and he knows security's a million times tighter and how much trouble we'd be in if we were caught."

They were both very valid points and admittedly the thought of not going did sound tempting, but still part of me felt wrong. I remember how upset Hagrid was when nobody came to Care of Magical Creatures.

I couldn't imagine how upset he'd be having to go through this alone, I know I couldn't have gone through what I did without Dad, so before I could talk myself out of it I said. "I'm going," I held up a hand to Hermione as she started to protest.