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

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"No?" Harry asked, looking up at Y/N with a wild expression.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The group stood on the upper landing of the fifth floor in the West Hall. Y/N crossed her arms as Harry and Ron shot her earnest looks. The three Gryffindors had followed her all the way to the Ravenclaw side of the castle after their escape, since the Fat Lady disappeared from the entrance to Gryffindor Tower and Filch was still somewhere below looking for them.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"No," Y/N repeated, shaking her head. "I'm not bringing you two into my dorm."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Then why are you letting Hermione in?" Ron asked, his voice taking on a slight whine.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Because she's a girl." Y/N rolled her eyes. "And it's not exactly appropriate to have a girl sleeping alone in an empty classroom with two boys. Nor is it appropriate to bring two boys into the girls' dormitory."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Ron opened his mouth, preparing to argue, but Harry caught his sleeve before he could. "She's right," Harry said. "We'll find somewhere else."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"There are plenty of classrooms on this side of the castle," Y/N said. "Find one that's empty, lock the door, and stay there until morning."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Ron frowned. "You make it sound like we do this every night."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Harry gave her a small nod, tugging Ron's sleeve back. "We'll manage."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione had remained quiet throughout the exchange, her arms folded around herself as she looked between them. She finally spoke when Harry and Ron started walking toward the nearest corridor.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Y/N, wait." Hermione hesitated before approaching her. "Thank you. For earlier. And for letting me come with you."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Mhm."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione glanced toward Harry and Ron, who had disappeared around the corner. "Are you sure they'll be all right?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Mhm."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione shot her a look, but Y/N was turning toward the corridor. "Come on. The tower's still a fair walk from here."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione hurried after her. "How far?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Far enough that I don't want to hear you complain about your legs again."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hermione opened her mouth, thought better of it, and followed.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎They made their way through the West Hall, passing beneath the tall windows and the rows of portraits that watched them with varying degrees of suspicion. Y/N kept her hood pulled over her head, though there was little point anymore. The castle was empty, and the few portraits who remained awake had more pressing concerns than two first-years walking through the corridors.