hidden places-fem reader x hermione

hippogriff

 Hermione's POV 

 It's been a day under a week since Y/N and I talked about her scars, and I can't stop thinking about them. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and fast becoming my best friend. I roll over, trying to get back to sleep, but I can't. I sigh, rolling out of bed. It's Wednesday so we have a school-wide late start day, but then again it's eight in the morning so I can't really sleep any more.

 I decide maybe I'll walk to the Owlery and say hello to Hedwig, or maybe go to Hagrid's hut (and hope he doesn't try cooking again), or just hang out in the Great Hall until breakfast starts in thirty minutes. I make my way downstairs to the common room and Ginny's rolling her eyes, standing in front of the notice board.

 "C'mere, get a load of this," she scoffs, throwing a hand at Umbridge's latest decree. My eyes scan it, widening slowly as it goes on. It basically says that a baby hippogriff has gotten onto the Quidditch pitch and won't leave so nobody go near there and if they do automatic expulsion and the teachers will handle it by the game tonight.

 I look at Ginny.

 "Want to go see it?" Ginny asks lightly.

 "Oh yes," I say, smiling and following her down through the Great Hall.

 "Y/N isn't like any of your other friends, is she?" Ginny says as we slip out the front doors. "What do you mean?" I ask her. Ginny grins. "Come on, Hermione. You've seemed so much more relaxed since you met her; a year ago if I ever suggested sneaking down to the Quidditch pitch you'd've had an anxiety attack and locked yourself up to write an extra credit essay for Professor Vector or something."

 "Yeah, well, last year the Quidditch pitch was covered in a twenty-foot hedge maze full of sphinxes, gravity curses, acromantulas, and Portkeys to Voldemort," I retort. She rolls her eyes. "You know that's not what I mean. And fine, if that's not enough for you, there's the occasional you pinning shirtless her to the wall under an Invisibility Cloak, and you guys together in the seventh floor corridor after the D.A. meeting, and you letting her call you 'Mione' when if any of us tried we'd be on the ground in a full body-bind for hours, and you sneaking out to walk with her round the lake..." 

 We reach the Quidditch pitch and Y/N comes out of the entrance at the other side, clad in green and silver Quidditch uniform with her hair windswept and her broom in her hand. She looks hot in that outfit, I can't help thinking. Next to her is an older-looking, kind-eyed Slytherin girl. "Okay. I'll cover for you if I see a teacher, you catch the hippogriff." She jerks her thumb overhead where a pale gray-rosy-pink speckled tiny hippogriff is joyfully swooping through the posts. 

 "And how exactly do you want me to do that?" Y/N says, raising her eyebrows with a half-smile. "That seems nearly impossible; we've just started training and I'm not that good anyway-" "OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF?! YOU'RE A NATURAL FLIER! I CHUCKED FIFTY TANGERINES AT YOU IN EVERY WHICH WAY AND YOU NICKED ALL OF THEM RIGHT OUT OF THE AIR!" the team captain retorts. "Get up there, Y/N. You got this." 

 Y/N mounts her broom, eyeing the hippogriff. I can see the way her eyes scan her surroundings, calculating probably plans a all the way to plans e and maybe f. Her clever eyes have that shine in them she gets when she flies or makes potions or cares for plants and animals or just genuinely sees something she loves.

 She flies upward, and the hippogriff flies away, but it's no match for Y/N. She barrel rolls through the hoops, whisking under it and around it. Her flight is amazing, her blonde hair whipping behind her as she pulls maneuvers even her team captain could probably only dream of. She gets its general gist, its energy, as she chases it around the pitch, fast, and then screams as her broom twists toward the ground. I step frantically towards her, but Ginny holds out an arm, a smirk spreading across her face. "Wait for it."

 The hippogriff panics and tries to catch her, but right before she hits she pulls out of the dive, catching the hippogriff in her arms and guiding her broom with only her knees to land safely on the ground of the pitch. "Well, isn't she a good flier," a familiar Scottish voice sounds behind me. I whirl around and McGonagall is behind me with a rare smile.

 "Professor," Y/N gasps. "I-"

 "Don't apologize. I myself could never fly that well, and I am rather proud that Hogwarts has acquired one who can. You could give the Potters a run for their money, both Harry and James. Charlie Weasley as well... now, you don't mind if I take that back to Hagrid and, er... say I was the one who caught it?"

 "Not at all," says Y/N, relieved as she hands the hippogriff to McGonagall, who gives one last rare smile before heading to Hagrid. "Hey," she says to Ginny and I. I smile back at her. "Hey." "You guys coming to watch the game tonight?" she asks lightly.

 "IT'S YOU AGAINST HARRY, ME AND THREE OF MY BROTHERS AND YOU THINK WE'RE NOT GOING TO WATCH IT?!" Ginny shrieks.

 "It's me against you guys?" says Y/N, furrowing her brows. "Maybe I shouldn't-"

 "Nah, don't feel bad. We'll all make a no-hard-feelings pact," Ginny says coolly. "Come on..." 

 We get back into the Great Hall just after Y/N changes back into her robes and we join the eating students. Afterward, though, her, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George congregate. I join them. "I just want to say I've got mad respect for you," Ron says. "You caught that hippogriff?" 

 "You should've seen her, even MCGONAGALL SAID SHE COULD'VE GIVEN JAMES POTTER AND CHARLIE WEASLEY A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY," Ginny said proudly. Y/N gave a small smile. "No hard feelings, though, right guys?" Y/N said, shaking hands with all of them. "Right," they all agreed. 

 "YOU BOUGHT US THESE BROOMS JUST SO WE'D HAVE AN EVEN PLAYING FIELD, AND YOU THINK WE'D HAVE HARD FEELINGS?" Harry said incredulously. Y/N grinned. "Right then, see you tonight."