The Philosopher's Stone (Hermione Granger X Male Reader)

Classes And Broomsticks

Ron and Harry ran through the empty halls of Hogwarts. Most students were already in class but they both were late for their transfiguration class.

They barely reach the class on time... they were not on time at all.

All the students except them were already sat there. (Y/N) and Hermione were sat together on one bench. The students were all writing something except (Y/N) who had has feet up on the desk and his arms behind his head.  They also noticed a cat was sat on Mcgonagall's desk looking at them.

"We made it! Can you imagine the look on Mcgonagall's face if we were late?" Ron talked to Harry thinking they were out of trouble.

"You are late Ronald." (Y/N) said, his eyes closed. Ron sneered at him whilst Harry gulped.

Mcgonagall too decided to reveal herself, coming out from her Animagus form and into her human form.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron said to Mcgonagall half to appease her and half just because of the sheer brilliance of it.

"You've gotta teach me that someday mate." (Y/N) added, Hermione was appalled by the way he was acting, His feet were still kicked up and he was talking to Mcgonagall so casually.

"Mate? Am I your... 'Mate' Mr. (L/N)? Why are your feet on the desk and pray tell me why you are not writing down the notes?" Minerva asked in quick succession but the young boy did not look bothered. 

"You teach me eh? then you're me mate. And about your notes... I can already transfigurate things into cups and shit." (Y/N) yawned and transformed Hermione's book into a cup as an example earning a glare from the girl to his right.

"You suppose that is enough to impress me Mr. (L/N)? Perhaps I should turn these two into a pedestal for you to sit upon?" She gestured towards the other two who winced at the thought.

"...Okay I'll write down SOME points..." He actually was not going to, but he did put his feet down on the ground. Hermione's glare reminded him of turning her book back which he did promptly muttering the spell under his breath.

McGonagall tried not to show the surprise on her face but she was very surprised. A first year doing transfiguration magic so easily was unheard of. Perhaps (Y/N) had a future in this field.

Harry and Ron used (Y/N)'s distraction to quietly find seats in front of the unlikely friends that were Hermione and (Y/N). Harry gave (Y/N) a thankful nod which the taller boy shrugged off, Ron however was caught in his own mind.

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Their next class was Potions, for this one thankfully they had arrived on time, Harry was sat next to Hermione whilst (Y/N) was sat next to her and then Ron was sat next to him. (Y/N) again had his feet up on the desk as he took a nap.

"I know you've been avoidin' me Ronald. What's the reason mate?" (Y/N) watched his face scrunch up in thought with one eye.

"You're a Slytherin (Y/N)! How can I trust you?" Ron whisper shouted so that only (Y/N) could hear him.

"Dumbass... stop thinkin' houses are the only thing that can define a person." (Y/N) was annoyed at Ron's presumption but didn't go too hard on the stupid ginger.

Ron bit back a response as the door swung open with great force, Severus Snape entered the room with unparalleled swagger. Of course it wasn't enough to get (Y/N)'s feet off the desk still.

"There will be no foolish Wand-Waving or silly incantations in this class. As such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of Potion making." He looked around the class noticing (Y/N) but electing to ignore him.