Shooting Star (Harry Potter x reader) [Years 1-4]

|Rogue Bludger| •Year 2•

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3rd Person POV

The next day, after the four of them had survived yet another terrible Defense against the dark arts class, they were determined to ask Lockhart for a permit to enter the restricted section

"Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"

The class began to leave

"Ready?" Harry muttered

"Wait till everyone's gone," said Hermione nervously. "All right..."

She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Y/n, Harry and Ron right behind her

"Er - Professor Lockhart?" Hermione stammered. "I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading", she held out the piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly. "But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in
Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms"

"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" said Lockhart, taking the note from Hermione and smiling widely at her. "Possibly my very favorite
book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes," said Hermione eagerly. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer-"

"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help," said Lockhart warmly, and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill

Y/n looked at the quill in utter disgust

"Yes, nice, isn't it?" he said, misreading the revolted look on Y/n's face. "I usually save it for book-signings."

He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Hermione

"So, Harry" said Lockhart, while Hermione folded the note with fumbling fingers and slipped it into her bag. "Tomorrow's the first
Quidditch match of the season, I believe? Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not? I hear you're a very useful player"

"Well, yes, but the team wouldn't be as good if it wasn't for Y/n here-", Harry tried to change the subject to someone else

"Ah yes, Miss L/n, Griffindors Seeker!", he looked at Y/n now, "I was a Seeker, too. I was
asked to try for the National Squad, but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces"

"Really? That's amazing...", Y/n said, faking interest as she hoped that they would leave soon

"Yes indeed. Still, if ever you feel the need for a little private training, don't hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players..."

"That is- er- very kind of you Professor", Y/n said and she side-eyed Harry for them to leave

"Uh we need to get going now", Harry said as the four left the classroom

"I don't believe it," he said as the four of them examined the signature on the note. "He didn't even look at the book we wanted"

"That's because he's a brainless git," said Ron. "But who cares, we've got what we needed-"

"He is not a brainless git," said Hermione shrilly as they half ran toward the library

"Just because he said you were the best student of the year-", Y/n spoke

They dropped their voices as they entered the muffled stillness of the library. Madam Pince, the librarian, was a thin, irritable woman who looked like an underfed vulture.