Uɳιϙυҽʅყ ʂρҽƈιαʅ || Hermione x Femreader

chapitre 17

    "Come on Harry, you can do this. You only need to focus." Hermione says to Harry after he failed to perform the summoning charm.

Professor Moody might have hinted towards which spell Harry could use to help his desperate case during one of our 'mentoring lessons'. He's been teaching me a few things about dark magic. I thought it was odd but then he told me that the best way to fight dark magic was to learn it in order to know what you're up against. It made sense to me so I don't question it. Plus it's actually been quite interesting.

"Oh I need to focus? What else have I been doing all night long?" Harry retorts, frustrated with his friend.

"Chill Harry, I know you can do this, you're a good wizard." I attempt to relax him while rubbing his shoulder with my hand. He sighs and lets his head fall in on the table in front of him.

"Come on try again." Hermione urges him.

He sighs but listens to her nonetheless, holding his wand up again and pointing it at a book laying on a chair on the other side of the common room.

"Accio."

As the chant leaves his mouth the book flies across the room and slams into his face, knocking his glasses off his face in the process.

Hermione and I jump up in triumph. "Yes! You did it!" I yell out jumping on Harry's lap. The boy giggles happily, finally performing the spell.

"Good job Harry, keep practicing and you'll do great tomorrow." The bushy-haired girl tells him, but the look on her face doesn't match her words.

Harry chuckles unaware. Feeling uneasy under the witch's gaze I climb off Harry's lap and back into my seat.

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    Excitement, anticipation and animation fill the isolated castle today. This day being the day of the first task in the Triwizard championship. I haven't seen any of the champions but I'm guessing they're stressed and filled with anxiety.

I wish Elvis were here to watch the task with me, I know he would just love it, I would feed him popcorn chicken and rest my head on his wing.

"He won't last two minutes in there. You'll see." An aggravated Draco says to the group of snickering Slytherins walking together towards the location of the task.

"You know I'm starting to think you have a crush on Harry with how much you talk about him." I tease the blond boy who instantly grabs my arm— harshly might I add— and glares at me. "I would never fancy Scarface bloody Potter!" He spits out angrily.

Farah steps in, not liking the tight grip he has on my arm. "Woah dude let her go. It was just a joke." She says in stern voice. Draco hearing her releases my arm from its previous grip. He turns away grunting, his brainless minions following him.

I rub my arm in attempt to ease the pain he caused, it was so harsh I can already feel a bruise starting to form. My crashing mood makes it hard to keep everyone's thoughts at bay, Farah notices my foul mood and wraps an arm around me. "Come on let's go." She says.

I grab onto Pansy's arm next to me dragging her along, I look back at her and smile as she gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "Let silver queer pout, he's only upset about being humiliated in front of Potter." My raven-haired friend explains.

"We should start calling him Ferret boy." Farah says. The three of us giggle together as we make our way into the forest latched onto eachother.

The stadium is packed with students and teachers, eager to watch the task. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's house colors decorate the stadium with people cheering for their champion.