sleepover

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Y/N'S pov 

 She just stands there staring at me. This beautiful ass girl that basically confirms everything about my gay as fuck sexuality. Like, yup, Y/N, you're gay, want some proof? Here, look at this girl and say you're not gay! 

 "What?" I ask. 

 "This changes everything," she whispers. "I thought I hated you. I thought, because you were a Malfoy, you'd be cussing and telling me I'm a mud-" "don't call yourself that," I interrupt her. She just looks at me. "I thought you'd act all high and superior and insufferable and bully everyone who's not in Slytherin because you think we're below you." 

 I look at her. "Never," I murmur. "That's why I would never say the n-word, ever. I'm gonna camp out here tonight, you should probably head back." But she shakes her head. 

"And leave you here? No." I tilt my head at her. 

 "Then where the hell am I going to go? I tried to get into the place where Ginny, Hudson and Max are, but I couldn't remember which sink and I couldn't get it," I say. "And you can't just stay with me, someone's going to find you and as you're not a Slytherin you can't be wandering around by the Slytherin dorm after hours." 

 "Then where are you going to go?!" 

 I think for a while. "I don't know, I'll... sleep in the Owlery or something." 

 "Fine. I'll walk you there," she says. I stand up, at her side. Her being a year older than me I'm a couple inches shorter, my chin at her shoulder height. We walk together through the winding halls to the Owlery, but on the way, we come across Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost. The Slytherins have the Bloody Baron, the Ravenclaws the Gray Lady, the Hufflepuffs Fat Friar.  

 "Hello, Hermione," he says, giving us a questioning look. "What are we doing out so late?"

 "Y/N's locked out of her dorm so we're going to sleep in the Owlery," said Hermione.

 "Or. You could use one of the Hidden Places," Nick inquired. 

 Hermione furrows her brows. "The what?"

 "The four House founders," Nick explains, "each created their secret places. You already know the Chamber of Secrets, only to be opened by a true Slytherin, and meant to serve Slytherin's purpose-keeping Hogwarts muggleborn-free." That's where I put Ginny, Hudson and Max, isn't it. "Then there's the Room of Requirement, built by and meant to serve Hufflepuff's purpose-helping as many as possible and giving them what they need." Hermione nodded. "Yeah, we know about that. That's where we use for Dumbledore's Army." 

 I turn to her. "What?"

 She rolls her eyes. "You know Umbridge." 

 "That vile ass woman! Her ass is so fat she has to have implants, her skin is sagging and she looks like a goddamn toad! The first time I saw her I thought she crawled out of a swamp! And as fat as that ass is it would probably only be able to handle three inches before it hit one of her infected organs from the ridiculous amount of food she consumes, which is why the rest of her is so fat! She bullies people for no reason, she's ridiculously stupid, she doesn't know what she's doing, what does she mean, 'no wands'-" 

 "Okay, okay," says Hermione, smiling and laying a hand over my arm gently. "ANYWAY. Since she won't teach any of us defense we made an organization for us to teach ourselves, Harry Potter leads it since he defeated V-Voldemort so many times, and we learn together. The Room is hidden from anyone who would in any way or for any reason work against us, and it supplies whatever we need. We meet whenever our Galleons show us to-Harry changes them to the date and time of the next meeting-and you sign our paper that shows you're a loyal member. Anyone who snitches will-ah-wish they didn't, and we'll know, I hexed it. There are no Slytherins, though." 

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