The Prisoner of Azkaban (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

A Bump in the Night

The party that the Gryffindors threw for the team felt as if they had already won the Cup; the party went on all day and well into the night. Fred and George Weasley disappeared for a couple of hours and returned with armfuls of bottles of butterbeer, pumpkin fizz, and several bags full of Honeydukes sweets.

Only one person wasn't joining in the festivities. Hermione, incredibly, was sitting in a corner, attempting to read an enormous book entitled Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles. Y/N broke away from the table where Fred and George had started juggling butterbeer bottles and went over to her. 

"Did you even come to the match?" he asked her.

"Of course I did," said Hermione in a strangely high-pitched voice. "And I'm very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need to read this by Monday."

"You think I did well?" Y/N smiled wide, he was incredibly weak to compliments.

"Come on, Hermione, come and have some food," Y/N said, breaking free from his daze and  looking over at Ron and wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet.

"I can't, Y/N. I've still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" said Hermione, now sounding slightly hysterical. "Anyway... " She glanced over at Ron too. "He doesn't want me to join in."

"Who cares what he thinks?"

At that very moment Ron chose to say loudly, "If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them —"

Hermione burst into tears. Before Y/N could say or do anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls' dormitories and out of sight. 

"You really need to give her a break," Y/N said to Ron.

"No," said Ron flatly. "If she just acted like she was sorry — but she'll never admit she's wrong,Hermione. She's still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something."

"And what if he is just missing," said Y/N, "Then will you sit there like a prat when you're wrong?"

The Gryffindor party ended only when Professor McGonagall turned up in her tartan dressinggown and hair net at one in the morning, to insist that they all go to bed. Harry, Y/N, and Ron climbedthe stairs to their dormitory, still discussing the match. At last, exhausted, Y/N climbed intobed, twitched the hangings of his four-poster shut to block out a ray of moonlight, lay back, andfelt himself almost instantly drifting off to sleep...

He had no dream that night, just a warm bed and blissful sleep, but his eyes snapped open when he heard a scream.

"AAARRGGHH! NOOO!"

Disoriented in the total darkness, he fumbled with his hangings, he could hear movements around him, and Seamus Finnigan's voice from the other side of the room. 

"What's going on?"

Y/N thought he heard the dormitory door slam. At last finding the divide in his curtains, he ripped them back, and at the same moment, Dean Thomas lit his lamp.

Ron was sitting up in bed, the hangings torn from one side, a look of utmost terror on his face

"Black! Sirius Black! With a knife!"

"What?"

"Here! Just now! Slashed the curtains! Woke me up!"

"You sure you weren't dreaming, Ron?" said Dean.

"Look at the curtains! I tell you, he was here!"

They all scrambled out of bed; Harry reached the dormitory door first, and they sprinted back down the staircase. Doors opened behind them, and sleepy voices called after them.