The Chamber of Secrets (Hermione x Male Reader)

Message In Blood

October had rolled around fast, and Y/N had to admit, he was enjoying his time at Hogwarts. Although, it was tiring of course; each day having to go to tutoring classes but other than that, and besides the creepy voice he had heard, it was going well.

He had to thank Harry, Ron, and Hermione for making his stay at Hogwarts so enjoyable. Each day with the trio was filled with fun, with most of his fun being from teasing Hermione who always got furious with him.

Today, him and Hermione were busy reading their respective books on the couch in the Gryffindor common room while Ron was busy doing his Potions homework, grumbling every few minutes or so.

"You sure you don't want help with that?" Y/N asked Ron again, glancing from over his book, seeing the top of Ron's red hair.

"I don't..." Ron said, although it seemed to be more forced than last time.

Then, Harry came rushing down the stair and quickly told them about the invitation that Nearly Headless Nick had given him to attend his Deathday party.

Y/N recalled the first time he met Nearly Headless Nick. He was on his way to Transfiguration one day when he was suddenly greeted by Nearly Headless Nick, and by greeted, he meant that Nearly Headless Nick showed off his chopped head, which was held by a thin piece of skin on his neck. Thankfully, Seamus was able to catch Y/N before he passed out from the horror.

"A deathday party?" Hermione said keenly. "I bet there aren't many living people who can say they've been to one of those—it'll be fascinating!"

"It's a bit weird that you're excited about hanging out with dead people." Y/N told Hermione, earning him the usual glare.

"Why would anyone wanna celebrate the day they died?" Ron said grumpily, still trying to do his Potions homework. "Sounds dead depressing to me..."

Halloween soon arrived, and it seems that all of them were regretting the decision to go to the deathday party. The rest of the school was happily anticipating their Halloween feast; the four of them looked at the decorated Great Hall in envy.

"A promise is a promise," Hermione reminded Harry bossily. "You said you'd go to the deathday party."

"Yeah, you know... this is my first year at Hogwarts," Y/N said, trying to found a excuse to not go to the deathday party with them. "And it'd be a real pity for me to miss my first Halloween celebration here so maybe I could—"

"You're coming with us, Y/N." Hermione told him firmly.

"Yeah," Ron scoffed. "If the three of us aren't gonna have any fun, you won't have any either."

So at seven o'clock, they all walked past the bustling, packed Great Hall which glistened with golden plates and candles. Y/N tried to slip away into the Great Hall but was quickly stopped by Hermione who dragged him by the ear painfully.

They all headed down to the dungeons, the passageway having been lined with candles. The temperature dropped as they continued on, then suddenly, they heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard.

"Is that supposed to be music?" Ron whispered.

"Nice to know that ghosts have music tasted." Y/N mumbled as he rubbed his ear, which was still stinging painfully from Hermione pulling on it.

They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at a doorway hung with black velvet drapes.

"My dear friends," he said mournfully. "Welcome, welcome... so pleased you could come..."

He swept off his plumed hat and bowed them inside. It was an incredible sight. The dungeon was full of hundreds of pearly-white, translucent people, mostly drifting around a crowded dance floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thirty musical saws, played by an orchestra on a raised, black-draped platform. The chandelier blazed midnight-blue with a thousand black candles.