Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Bathroom Brawls and Shattered Stalls

Harry's POV

Exhausted but delighted with my night's work, I told Ron, (Y/N) and Hermione everything that had happened in the real memory during next morning's Charms lesson having first cast the Muffliato spell to make sure we could talk privately.

They were all satisfyingly impressed by the way I wheedled the memory out of Slughorn and positively awed when I told them about Voldemort's Horcruxes and Dumbledore's promise to take me along, should he find another one.

"Wow," said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. "Wow. You're actually going to go with Dumbledore...and try and destroy...wow."

(Y/N) was the least interested in these new revelations, "So now we reckon how many he's got, but no way to destroy them and no way to know how many he's made since...wonderful." He said apathetically, resting his head on his desk, I found this curious, I turned to Hermione.

"I found him this morning huddled around the fireplace muttering to himself, I don't think he slept well" she explained quietly, Ron sighed heftily, "Not this again. I'm not waking him up every morning again, the cat always tries to maul me."

"She's got it out for me, I'm telling you. So Hermione's doing it!" I nodded, "Why'd he not go up to bed?" I asked Hermione, she looked at me strangely. "W...Why are you asking me! He can't even get into my dorms can he! How am I meant to know when he goes up to bed" she proclaimed loudly.

I was very happy to know the Prince's charm held up, but people could still see us, and Hermione had blushed so deeply I was surprised she didn't pass out too.

Suddenly, Hermione seemed to catch herself, remembering some urgent news, "Ginny and Dean split up, Harry." She said quickly, as if the thought had just come to her and she wanted to change the subject quickly.

There was a rather knowing look in her eye as she said it, but she could not possibly know that my insides were suddenly dancing the conga because of the excellent news, maybe now I had a chance.

Ron beamed at this thought as well, which suddenly made my conga line jolt a little. Keeping my face as immobile and my voice as indifferent as I could, I asked, "How come?"

"Oh, something really silly...She said he was always trying to help her through the portrait hole, like she couldn't climb in herself...but they've been a bit rocky for ages." My eyes glanced over at Dean on the other side of the classroom. He certainly looked unhappy.

"Of course, this puts you in a bit of a dilemma, doesn't it?" said Hermione. "What d'you mean?" said I spluttered. "The Quidditch team," said Hermione. "If Ginny and Dean aren't speaking..." "Oh...oh yeah," I nodded.

"Flitwick," said Ron in a warning tone. The tiny little Charms master was bobbing his way toward them, and Hermione was the only one who had managed to turn vinegar into wine; her glass flask was full of deep crimson liquid, whereas the contents of Harry's and Ron's were still murky brown.

(Y/N) was snoring on his desk with his cup filled with a similar liquid to Hermione's. Flitwick slapped him with a rolled up daily prophet, but he didn't stir so Flitwick sighed again and poured the wine onto his head.

"Shields!" he exclaimed as he awoke. "Now, now, boys," squeaked Professor Flitwick reproachfully, acting as if nothing had happened despite (Y/N)'s spluttering and going to rub his eyes so quickly he ended up poking one of them.

"A little less talk, a little more action...Let me see you try..." Together we raised our wands, concentrating with all our might, and pointed them at their flasks.