ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Y3 જ⁀➴ Omens and Tea Leaves

Morning and afternoon subjects passed by fairly quickly. They were boring - but my friends and I managed to persist through it. Though I had to see a greasy-haired arse and bleach boy with his gang for one and a half, annoying hours, I was excited for Care of Magical Creatures. 

The four of us trot down the hill with our very, well, interesting books in our hands. 'The Monster Book of Monsters', it's named. The thing is, I very much like to read, but how am I supposed to read this, peculiar book?

I turn the fuzzy brown book over in my hands again and again until we reach the bottom of the hill. "Now, I've got ancient runes," I hear Hermione say. I turn around and look at her, gaping. For once, Hermione Granger, was wrong.

"Ha! No, we have Care of Magical Creatures." I grin, giving Harry a triumphant look.

"Oh, yes, sorry. That was my mistake." Hermione says, placing a necklace charm back into her dress robes. I frown at her. Hermione never admits she's wrong. Something's off. I study her facial expression, hoping to find a hint of something in her eyes. Nothing.

Once again, we meet the Slytherins for another subject. I roll my eyes, as a blinding blonde hair colour comes into view. 

"Ugh, Malfoy!" I tease, mimicking a damsel in distress action. "Your hair - it's blinding me!"

The Gryffindors laugh from my comment.

"Now now, settle down." Hagrid gruffly says. "I've got a surprise for yer all."

Hagrid leads the two houses into an opening in a sweet wee forest. "Watch yer step," he would say, cautioning us. "Right you lot. Open your books to page fourty-nine." The bushy bearded man orders, once the students have gathered around him. 

"And how exactly do we do that," I hear a voice sneer. Oh, it's bleachie boy.

"Just stroke the spine, of course." Hagrid says like it's nothing. The meadow is now filled with lots of purring and animal like noises, and occasionally-

"Agh! Agh!" Neville shouts, his book clapping in his hands and screaming. Neville falls onto the ground, out of shock.

"Hey! Neville! Are you okay?" I shout, jogging over, my book still unopened in my hands. 

"Er- yeah, thanks (Y/N)." Neville replies, and I offer him a hand. He gladly takes it. I run over and meet my friends bickering with bleachie. 

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry says, jaw set, walking over and looking quite intimidating. 

I try to prevent whatever is going on. "Harry what are you-"

"Ooooh," I hear the Slytherins excitingly say. Malfoy shoves his bag into Crabbe's hands - he nearly falls from impact. He slowly, walks over to face the raven haired boy, glasses sitting on his nose. A crowd has formed around the two. 

"Oi! Stop trying to seduce my best friend!" I shout, Gryffindors laughing along. 

"Oi!" Bleachie mimics. He continues. "Maybe, you could shut up? Potter and I are having a moment."

"Oh, this is too funny!" I keep on laughing, rolling my eyes. "You fancy Harry Potter? Well, that's certainly new."

"Shut up, Celeste."

"Or what?"

"Or.. or,"

Bleachie looked lost for words.

Nevermind. 

"Dementor!" He shouts, his face painted with fear, pointing behind the Gryffindors. Hermione, Harry, Ron and I collectively turn around, drawing out our wands.