Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Werewolf Biting and Song Reciting

(Y/N)'s POV

Part of me wanted to stay inside the tent and pretend I didn't hear the voice outside and that Harry hadn't been foolish enough to utter the word, but the sound of approaching footsteps told me otherwise.

I looked to Hermione and mouthed the words "Can we dissapparate?" she shook her head slowly, A chill traced its way from the back of my neck all the way to the bottom of my spine like electricity.

I pointed my wand at the tent walls, waiting for the unknown attackers to reveal themselves, but to my shock, the tent was torn to shreds in front of our eyes.

As the scene in front of us was cleared of the scraps of cloth I counted at least twelve people, each pointing their wands at the four of us. My heart was in my throat as I saw one I recognised hanging in the back, strolling up to us.

As the leader was leant alongside a tree, drumming his fingers and his wand across the trunk. His yellow teeth visible even from this distance, the person I assumed was second in command addressed us

He eyed each of us, luckily for us Harry's face was obscured by me being in front of him. The first words out of the mans crooked mouth made me sick. Anger consumed me entirely when he looked Hermione up and down, leering at her.

He took a deep inhalation of breath and said "'Ello Beautiful" in a sickeningly playful tone. Despite the situation we were in, despite being outnumbered, I wasn't letting that slide, my body seemed to agree, and I lashed out before I could think.

"Goodbye Ugly" I said, putting my wand level with his chest and hitting him with a knockback jinx, he flew a few feet into the air, landing against the tree his boss was leaning against with a crunch and a snap.

In the second before his friends could react, I ran my wand across the air in front of us. A wall of fire ten feet high sprouted from the floor and separated us from what I could only assume were Snatchers, absorbing any spells that passed through it.

In the next breath, all four of us had turned and broken off into a sprint. I heard the same voice, calling out to his comrades, "Well don't hang about, snatch 'em."

We sprinted through the forest as quickly as our feet carried us, as we did, I felt like I had a very narrow field of vision. I saw thin trees dart past my eyeline, I saw Hermione and Harry in front of me and Ron only feet in front of them.

I heard the "Snap!" of spells hitting the trees behind me and the whipping noise that I associated with most spellcasting, but there were only a few times I took energy away from my legs to counter-attack.

I took one breath to turn my head and almost blindly send a severing charm behind me, either it hit a tree that fell on someone or hit someone directly because I heard a dull thud afterward as something heavy fell on the leaves beneath us.

As I continued to run, my lungs felt like they were about to burst, and as I heard the footsteps approaching me from behind at a rapid pace, I knew it was pointless, there were too many and we were too unprepared.

Skidding to a sudden stop, I turned fully, using the hover charm to throw a piece of broken log at the Snatcher closest to me, it hit him in the chest like a truck and he crumpled. But they just kept coming, like bugs out of the woodwork.

The Snatcher that was chasing after Ron was gaining on him, so I used the leg-locker curse to bind the pursuers feet together and he hit the dirt hard. So now he had some breathing room, he too turned and fought back, taking down several Snatchers in quick succession.

A stunning spell whizzed so close to my ear that it started to ring, and I countered with a full body bind. I tried anything; any spell I'd ever learnt that could help even in the slightest.