The Prisoner of Azkaban (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

The Truth

Two weeks before the end of the term, the sky lightened suddenly to a dazzling, opaline white and the muddy grounds were revealed one morning covered in glittering frost. Inside the castle, there was a buzz of Christmas in the air. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, had already decorated his classroom with shimmering lights that turned out to be real, fluttering fairies. The students were all happily discussing their plans for the holidays. Ron, Y/N, and Hermione had decided to remain at Hogwarts, and though Ron said it was because he couldn't stand two weeks with Percy, Y/N said it was because his aunt was coming over and she's a tad too suffocating, and Hermione insisted she needed to use the library,

To everyone's delight, there was to be another Hogsmeade trip on the very last weekend of the term. 

On the Saturday morning of the Hogsmeade trip, Y/N, Hermione, and Ron bid goodbye to Harry, turned around and started the walk to the carriages.

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"I'm sorry, Hermione, really," said Ron half heartedly, he had made plans with Seamus and Dean a few days ago. 

"Oi, Y/N, you can come along too, you know." Seamus called, Hermione had slinked off into the background, hurt evident on her face. 

"Nah, I've seen my fair share of Honeydukes mates, I want to get some shopping done." said Y/N. "You wanted to check out Scrivenshaft's, Hermione? 

Hermione's attitude perked right back up, grateful she wouldn't be unincluded.

Y/N was grateful for the warm and coziness of Scrivenshaft's, even if it was an utter bore of a shop.

"Y/N, look, they have some new quills in from the Netherlands!" Hermione said excitedly.

Y/N laughed. "Never have I seen someone so excited about quills." 

"Oh, erm, sorry." said Hermione, flushing.

"It's not a bad thing," stammered Y/N.

The rest of the time in the quill shop was spent in an awkward silence.

"Can't believe Ron just upped and left." said Y/N trying to change the subject, walking with Hermione up one of the side roads in Hogsmeade.

"Did you really expect any less from him?" asked Hermione. 

"Fair enough," Y/N said.

As they walked past the many weird and wacky stores of Hogsmeade, they made their way back towards the main street, where an idea dawned upon Y/N. "Hey maybe we should go to Honeydukes. I think I'll buy Harry some sweets."

"Good idea!" Hermione said. "I almost forgot to buy those Toothflossing Stringmints!"  

There were shelves upon shelves of every sweet imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizbees. 

"I might buy him one of these," Y/N smiled, grabbing a blood pop from the shelves. "Never saw the appeal personally."

"I think those're meant for vampires Y/N." Hermione said. "I doubt Harry'd like those."

"Yeah, I wouldn't." came a voice from behind them.

Y/N nearly jumped out of his skin, Hermione gasped and stumbled a bit.

"Harry!" squealed Hermione. "What are you doing here? How — how did you — ?"

"Why are you here?" said Y/N, cutting off Hermione and staring at him.