The Prisoner of Azkaban (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

Mudball fight?

"It's me," Harry muttered, prodding Y/N in the back.

"Hello Harry," Y/N whispered. "What took you so long."

"Snape was hanging around."

"Typical," Ron spat.

They set off up the High Street. 

"Where are you?" Ron kept muttering out of the corner of his mouth. "Are you still there? This feels weird..."

They visited Zonko's, which was so packed with students Y/N maneuvered Harry around with great care as to not tread on anyone and cause a panic. There were jokes and tricks to fulfill even Fred's and George's wildest dreams; Harry gave Ron whispered orders and passed him some gold from under the cloak. They left Zonko's with their money bags considerably lighter than they had been on entering, but their pockets bulging with Dungbombs, Hiccup Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, and a Nose-Biting Teacup apiece.

They now walked down the path towards the Shrieking Shack, the most haunted dwelling in Britain.

"Even the Hogwarts ghosts avoid it," said Ron as they leaned on the fence, looking up at it. "I asked Nearly Headless Nick... he says he's heard a very rough crowd lives here. No one can get in. Fred and George tried, obviously, but all the entrances are sealed shut..."

Y/N heard voices nearby. Someone was climbing toward the house from the other side of the hill; moments later, Malfoy had appeared, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was speaking.

"... should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the hearing to tell them about my arm... about how I couldn't use it for three months..."

"I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself... 'There's no 'arm in 'im, 'onest —'... That Hippogriff's as good as dead —"

Malfoy suddenly caught sight of Ron. His pale face split in a malevolent grin.  

"What are you doing, Weasley?"

Malfoy looked up at the crumbling house behind Ron.

"Suppose you'd love to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room — is that true?"

Harry seized the back of Ron's robes to stop him from leaping on Malfoy.

"Leave him to me," he hissed in Ron and Y/N ears.

"Wha— no." Y/N tried to protest, but arguing with someone that technically wasn't there was impossible.

"We were just discussing your friend Hagrid," Malfoy said to Ron and Y/N. "Just trying to imagine what he's saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D'you think he'll cry when they cut off his Hippogriff's —"

SPLAT!

Malfoy's head jerked forward as the mud hit him; his silverblond hair was suddenly dripping in muck.

"What the —?"

Ron had to hold onto the fence to keep himself standing, he was laughing so hard. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle spun stupidly on the spot, staring wildly around, Malfoy trying to wipe his hair clean.

As mad as Y/N was at Harry, he had to admit, that was pretty funny.

"What was that? Who did that?"

"Don't you know, Malfoy, it's the most haunted dwelling in Britain, and the ghosts hate prats like you."

Crabbe and Goyle were looking scared. Malfoy was staring madly around at the deserted landscape.

SPLATTER!

Crabbe and Goyle caught some this time. Goyle hopped furiously on the spot, trying to rub it out of his small, dull eyes. 

"It came from over there!" said Malfoy, wiping his face, and staring at a random spot on the path.

Crabbe blundered forward, his long arms outstretched like a zombie. Harry obviously dodged around him, picked up a stick, and lobbed it at Crabbe's back. Crabbe did a kind of pirouette in midair, trying to see who had thrown it. As Ron and Y/N were the only people Crabbe could see, it was them he started toward, but Harry stuck out his leg. Crabbe stumbled.

For a split second, Malfoy stared at him.

"AAARGH!" he yelled, pointing at Harry's head. Then he turned tail and ran, at breakneck speed, back down the hill, Crabbe and Goyle behind him.  

Harry tugged the cloak up again, but the damage was done.

"Harry!" Y/N said, "You idiot, you'd better take off running. If Malfoy tells a soul, it'll be your head."

"That idiot." Y/N facepalmed. 

"Well, it was pretty funny." said Ron. 

Hi, it's been a while! School and moving has taken up all of my time but I wanted to put out another short chapter (Sorry lol). Just to let you all know I haven't forgotten! Once I'm settled down I think I'll be good to start writing normally again!