Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

Who would've thought Cho Chang would drive me insane

"Umbridge has been reading your mail, Harry. there's no other explanation. i'm almost certain of it." said Hermione grimly. "watch your frog, it's escaping."

Harry pointed his wand at the bullfrog that had been hopping hopefully towards the other side of the table - 'Accio!' - and it zoomed gloomily back into his hand.

Charms was always one of the best lessons in which to enjoy a private chat; there was generally so much movement and activity that the danger of being overheard was very slight.

today, with the room full of croaking bullfrogs and cawing ravens, and with a heavy downpour of rain clattering and pounding against the classroom windows, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and i's whispered discussion about how Umbridge had nearly caught Sirius went quite unnoticed.

"Harry, you're squashing your frog." i say lowly, through gritted teeth. the usual way i'd speak to him these days.

Harry looked down; he was indeed squeezing his bullfrog so tightly its eyes were popping; he replaced it hastily upon the desk.
"it was a very, very close call last night," said Hermione. "i just wonder if Umbridge knows how close it was. Silencio!" the bullfrog on which she was practising her Silencing Charm was struck dumb mid-croak and glared at her reproachfully.

"why were you and Ginny with Umbridge anyway, y/n?" Ron asks curiously as he's poking his frog that hadn't moved from it's position on it's back in a while. he gave up and reached for a raven to practice on instead.

"we had been in the library, but had to leave early cause she put a new curfew on it? 9pm. on our way up we bumped into her and she followed us to make sure we got back."

"if she'd caught Snuffles -"

Harry finished the sentence for Hermione. "he'd probably be back in Azkaban this morning." he waved his wand without really concentrating; his bullfrog swelled like a green balloon and emitted a high-pitched whistle.
"Silencio!" Hermione said hastily, pointing her wand at Harry's frog, which deflated silently before us.

"well, he mustn't do it again, that's all. i just don't know how we're going to let him know. we can't send him an owl."she says.

"i don't reckon he'll risk it again," said Ron. "he's not stupid, he knows she nearly got him. Silencio."

the large and ugly raven in front of him let out a derisive caw. "Silencio. SILENCIO!" the raven cawed more loudly.

"it's the way you're moving your wand," i said, watching Ron critically, "you don't want to wave it, it's more a sharp jab."

"ravens are harder than frogs." said Ron testily.

"fine, let's swap." Hermione butts in, seizing Ron's raven and replacing it with her own fat bullfrog. "Silencio!" the raven continued to open and close its sharp beak, but no sound came out.

"very good, Miss Granger!" said Professor Flitwick's squeaky little voice, making us all jump. "and i see Miss Diggory has also silenced her bullfrog. excellent. now, let me see you try, Mr Weasley."

"wha-oh - oh, right," said Ron, very flustered. "er - silencio."

he fabbed at the bullfrog so hard he poked it in the eye: the frog gave a deafening croak and leapt off the desk. it came as no surprise to any of us that Harry and Ron were given additional practice of the Silencing Charm for homework.

we were allowed to remain inside over break due to the downpour outside. we found seats in a noisy and overcrowded classroom on the first floor in which Peeves was floating dreamily up near the chandelier, occasionally blowing an ink pellet at the top of somebody's head.