The Wizard From A Galaxy Far Far Away [YEAR 2] (Male Reader x Hermione Granger)

Magical Duelling Club...

The next day they had a lesson with Lockhart, Harry and Y/N were  out of hospital and explained about Dobby and Colin Creevey.

The class was gathered in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom where there was a large platform set up. Lockhart walked in and most of the girls practically swooned over him.

"Gather round, gather round. Can you all see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent. In the light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Duelling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves, as I myself have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works." Lockhart said as undone his cape and threw it into the crowd causing a few girls to fight over it until Angelina Johnson caught it and gasped in delight. "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape."

Snape walked onto the stage with the same dull expression on his face and his arms crossed. Y/N hated Snape and Snape in turn hated Y/N, or at least that was the impression he got from the Professor, but for once he was rooting for Snape to win.

"He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry. You'll still have your potions master when I'm through with him. Never fear." Lockhart said, winking at Hermione.

Lockhart and Snape approached each other and bowed to one another before pacing to their end of the stage and getting prepared. Lockhart began to countdown.

"One. Two. Three--"

"Expelliarmus!" Snape cast, the spell sent Lockhart flying backwards a few feet and landing on his arse. The class burst into laughter and Y/N looked up to the sky.

"Alright, I owe you that one." Y/N said to himself as Ron heard him.

"Owe me? For what? I didn't do anything." Ron asked as Y/N turned to him.

"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to whatever god is up there." Y/N quipped as Ron got the joke and laughed.

"Do you think he's alright?" Hermione asked.

"Who cares?" Y/N and Ron said in unison as they watched Lockhart get up.

"An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do. And if I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy." Lockhart said trying to save face.

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor." Snape said as Y/N smirked.

"Snape keeps this up he's in danger of students actually liking him." Y/N muttered to Harry and Ron.

"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Well...let's have a volunteer pair. Y/N Potter, Weasley, how about you?"

"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy, perhaps." Snape said as he turned and signalled for Malfoy to step up. Y/N stepped up onto the stage. They both drew their wands and approached each other.

"Good look, Potter." Lockhart said as he passed Y/N.

"I've been taught that there's no such thing as luck."

Y/N and Malfoy met in the middle of the stage, glaring at each other.

"Wands at the ready." Lockhart ordered both students readied their wands without breaking eye contact.

"Scared, Potter?"

"I've defeated you before, I can defeat you again." Y/N said calmly.

"Don't be so certain." Malfoy chuckled as they both turned their backs to one another and paced to their positions they turned on their heels to face one another and stood in their stances, with Y/N simply assuming a stance similar to lightsaber form 3.