Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Last Chance and A Fake Romance

(Y/N)'s POV

"-And that's the story of how I saved Christmas" I finished my amazing tale of everything he missed. "Blimey" Ron said in response, then he answered Harry's earlier question.

"I've been looking for you for hours, it's a big forest, isn't it? And I was just thinking I'd have to kip under a tree and wait for morning when I saw that deer coming and you following." "You didn't see anyone else?"

"No," said Ron. "I —" But he hesitated, glancing at two trees growing close together some yards away. "I did think I saw something move over there, but I was running to the pool at the time, because you'd gone in and you hadn't come up, so I wasn't going to make a detour to — hey!"

Harry was already hurrying to the place Ron had indicated. The two oaks grew close together; there was a gap of only a few inches between the trunks at eye level, an ideal place to see but not be seen.

"Light it up!" He called, I was confused for a second, then I realised what he meant "Lumos Maxima" and the corner of the forest was illuminated as if by sunlight.

The ground around the roots, however, was free of snow, and we could see no sign of footprints. He walked back to where Ron stood waiting, still holding the sword and the Horcrux. "Anything there?" Ron asked. "No," said Harry.

"So how did the sword get in that pool?" "Whoever cast the Patronus must have put it there." They both looked at the ornate silver sword, its rubied hilt glinting a little in the light from my wand. "You reckon this is the real one?" asked Ron.

"One way to find out, isn't there?" said Harry. The Horcrux was still swinging from Ron's hand. The locket was twitching slightly

"Come here," he said, and he led the way, brushed snow from the rock's surface, and held out his hand for the Horcrux. When Ron offered the sword, however, Harry shook his head. "No, you should do it."

"Me?" said Ron, looking shocked. "Why?" "Because you got the sword out of the pool. I think it's supposed to be you." I nodded, "I'm going to open it," said Harry, "and you stab it. Straightaway, okay? Because whatever's in there will put up a fight. The bit of Riddle in the diary tried to kill me."

"Us, it's like I'm not here sometimes I swear, but yeah, I've got a good feeling about you doing it." "How are you going to open it?" asked Ron. He looked terrified. "I'm going to ask it to open, using Parseltongue," said Harry. "Smart, like the sinking sink" I nodded.

"So, you open it, I guard against any curses or stuff that attacks and Ron stabs the bugger. Then we all go back and have breakfast. Simple" I said hopefully, knowing full well it wasn't going to be that easy.

"No!" said Ron. "No, don't open it! I'm serious!" "Why not?" asked Harry. "Let's get rid of the damn thing, it's been months —" "I can't, Harry, I'm serious — you do it —" "But why?" "Because that thing's bad for me!" said Ron, backing away from the locket on the rock.

"I can't handle it! I'm not making excuses, Harry, for what I was like, but it affects me worse than it affected you and Hermione, it made me think stuff-" "Thinking of stuff? I understand why that must have been a burden on you" I smirked, he scowled at me.

"Stuff I was thinking anyway, but it made everything worse, I can't explain it, and then I'd take it off and I'd get my head on straight again, and then I'd have to put the thing back on — I can't do it, Harry!"

"Mate, take a breath...trust me, you aren't the only one, the thing messed me up and I want to be rid of it, but It has to be you." He looked to me; his eyes filled with uncertainty.

"C'mon, if you can fight a mountain troll, Death Eaters and an army of spiders, you can take on some jewellery." I said, trying to downplay it for him. He had backed away, the sword dragging at his side, shaking his head.