For Her and The Chamber of Secrets

Chapter 9

"Again?" Hermione glanced at the Malfoy, watching as he gave her a slight nod before returning to his Push-ups. "So it's been open before," She added while stirring the potion in her cauldron.

"Of course, don't you see?" Ron spoke up, his tone wasn't harsh but it held a hint of criticism. "Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here and now he's taught Draco how to do it," He spoke while leaning against one of the bathroom stalls, Harry sat across from him as they watched Hermione.

"Maybe," Hermione muttered, glancing at the adopted Malfoy to see if he had any reaction but Y/n was focused on his workout. "We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to be sure," She looked at Ron as she spoke, hinting that he doesn't continue.

"Enlighten me," Ron shrugged his shoulders as he spoke. "Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight," He motioned towards the light coming through the window. "And in the middle of the girl's lavatory? Don't you think we might get caught?" He voiced his concern as he watched the young witch continue her mission.

Hermione let out a soft giggle at Ron's words before shaking her head. "No," She responded as she watched his expression become even more confused. "No one ever comes here," She explained as she continued stirring.

"Why?"

"Moaning Myrtle," Y/n spoke up as he rolled over and started doing crunches, his white shirt slightly transparent from his sweat while his sleeves were rolled up above his elbow, exposing his forearms that were swollen from the amount of blood flowing to them.

"Who?" Ron looked at the boy as he continued his exercises.

"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione repeated as her gaze shifted from Y/n back to Ron.

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked as he looked at Hermione, his confusion not once disappearing.

"I'M MOANING MYRTLE?" The ghost girl yelled as she flew in front of Ron, successfully scaring the young wizard before flying above the centrepiece, The trio followed her with their eyes while the Slytherin continued his workout like nothing was going on. "But I don't expect you to know who I am," She cried as she flew around the tip of the piece. "Who would talk about ugly, miserable, moping, Moaning Myrtle?" She spoke before she began to cry and flew into one of the stalls and caused a massive splash as she dove into the toilet.

"She's a little sensitive," Hermione shrugged her shoulders as she looked at the other two Gryffindor students.

"A little?" Y/n chuckled as he stood up, finally finished with his routine for the day. "If you say so," He joked as he grabbed his robe.

"Why are you working out so much anyway?" Ron asked the Slytherin who simply chuckled. "I mean, you are already well built for someone our age," He added as he motioned towards the sweat-stained shirt.

"So?" Y/n looked down at himself, noticing that his shirt was stuck to his body, revealing a lot more of his muscles than he thought. "You can't just stop and expect to keep looking like this," Y/n playfully boasted as he took on a more righteous posture, extending his hands to the side and puffing his chest out. "After all, it looks quite appealing, does it not?"

"I don't know," Harry spoke in a worried tone as he stood up. "Maybe you should ask Parkinson, I'm sure she would give you a much better answer," Harry's expression broke into a smile as he elbowed Ron who simply nodded, a massive grin on his face as well.

"Definitely going to have to agree with Harry," Ron chuckled as they watched Y/n smile while shaking his head, unrolling his sleeves and throwing his robe on.

Suddenly there was the sound of a tongue being clicked as the three turned to face Hermione who shook her head. "You boys are so fixated on how you look," She mutters as she continues focusing on her potion.