The Chamber of Secrets (Hermione x Male Reader)

Talking with Granger

"Homework—compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!" Lockhart announced as the bell rang and the class began to leave.

Y/N, Hermione, Ron and Harry waited at the back of the room for everyone to leave before Hermione approached Lockhart's desk nervously.

"Er-Professor Lockhart?" Hermione stammered, holding a piece of paper in her hand. "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 Gaddling with Chouls about slow-acting venoms—"

"Ah, Gaddling with Ghouls!" Lockhart said, taking the paper form Hermione and smiled widely. "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes!" Hermione eagerly said. "So clever, the way you trapped the 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." Lockhart said warmly and pulled out his quill.

Once he signed the note, we all hurried out of his classroom.

"I don't believe it," Harry 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 moron," Y/N said, "Well, at least we got what we needed—"

"He's not a moron," Hermione told him shrilly as they made their way to the library.

"How long will you defend the man, Hermione," Y/N said, "He's obviously full of himself."

"I could say the same about you," Hermione scoffed.

They entered the muffled stillness of the library. Madam Prince, the librarian, sat her desk, looking as irritable as ever.

"Moste Potente Potions?" Madam Prince read the note; trying to take the note from Hermione but she wouldn't let go.

"I was wondering if I could keep it." Hermione said breathlessly.

Y/N rolled his eyes and took the note from Hermione before handing it to Madam Prince. "It's just his writing Hermione, it's not exactly something that's worth keeping."

Madam Prince held the note up high, as though determined to detect forgery, but it passed. She stalked between the lofty shelves and the four of them waited her return.

"You can't just take something from me like that." Hermione sharply whispered to Y/N.

"Oh, sorry, did you want me to say 'please', first, your highness?" Y/N said.

"I'd say yes," Hermione said, "But then again, I don't expect your tiny mind can comprehend the magnitude importance of manners."

Ron and Harry leaned against the desk as Hermione and Y/N silently bickered until Madam Prince returned, carrying a large and moldy-looking book.

Five minutes later, they were barricaded in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They all bent over the damp-spotted pages of the book as Hermione opened it. In one look, it was clear why it was in the Restricted Section. Some of the potions were too gruesome to think about.

"Here it is," Hermione said excitedly as she found the page headed The Polyjuice Potion. It was decorated with drawings of people halfway through transforming into other people. "This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen."

She examined the recipe, "Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, and knotgrass." She murmured, running her finger down the list of ingredients. "Well, they're easy enough, they're in the student cupboard, we can help ourselves... Ooh, look, powdered horn of a bicorn—don't know where we're going to get that—shredded skin of a boomslang—that'll be tricky, too—and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into."