Better than me? | Hermione Granger x Reader (GXG) (UNDER EDITING)

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Worried Y/N would get in another feud with Hermione, Amaryllis sent the girl to Ollivanders while she and Hermione bought the rest of the items on the list. As Y/N pushed the door open, a bell rang somewhere in the shop.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Hello?" Y/N called out. "Is anyone here — ?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Just as she was about to turn and double-check if the shop was open, she bumped face-first into a large man. Behind him, a short, thin-faced boy looked at her with a timid look in his bright green eyes. His glasses were askew, hanging on by a few pieces of tape and Merlin's grace.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N eyed the boy up and down with raised eyebrows. The clothes he wore were large, appearing to be hand-me-downs. His hair stuck up in every direction as if he'd just rolled out of bed, and he had an unusual scar on his forehead.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Why, hello there," the gruff man said.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N blinked up at him as she took a step back. "Um . . . hi."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The man gave a small, almost apologetic smile and nudged the scrawny boy forward. "Mind if I leave him with you for a moment?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She shook her head, though she kept her distance. "No, it's fine."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The man gave her a grateful nod, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder before ducking out of the shop with surprising lightness for his size. He swung the door shut, and silence fell, broken only by the faint rustle of boxes somewhere in the store.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The boy glanced at the countless towers of wand boxes stretching up toward the ceiling, then at Y/N, whom he let out an audible gasp at the sight of. "Whoa. . . "

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "What?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The boy pointed at her face. "Your eyes — they're red!"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N swatted his hand away. "I'm aware."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎There was a brief silence between them, broken only when her lips parted in surprise when she realized who he was. "You're Harry Potter, aren't you? The Boy Who Survived or whatever the hell."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The boy, Harry, nodded — though he didn't look too enthusiastic about being recognized. "Yeah . . . "

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N tilted her head, scrutinizing him as though he had two heads. "Huh. Thought you'd be taller."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Sorry to disappoint," said Harry — which earned a soft ha from Y/N, though the sound left him unsure if she was laughing at him or with him.