|| hermione/ fem reader ||
a slytherin like you can't possibly be entangled with a muggle-born.
Where loyalty is everything, you are given a crucial mission: lead Harry Potter to the Dark Lord, who has declared his return. As you navigate this dang...
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Y/N stared at her instructor, watching him pace the small room as he discussed the intricacies of Transfiguration. This was one of her favorite subjects, along with Charms, but today, his lecture on its history and meaning felt tedious.
She had read it all before, but she didn't always feel confident in sharing her thoughts. Y/N often hesitated to voice her opinions—she wasn't close to Instructor Blackwood or Shepherd. Their interactions felt strictly academic, lacking tenderness or openness.
With Lady Zhi, it was different. Their conversations were casual and genuine, though Y/N wasn't quite sure how to define their relationship. Still, it felt more relaxed, allowing her to express herself without worrying too much about judgement.
"Y/N," Instructor Blackwood said.
She blinked. "Yes?"
"I asked if you would like to demonstrate the spell," he replied, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze piercing.
"Uhm—yes..." Y/N fumbled as she picked up her wand. She closed her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind before whispering, "Evanesco." When she opened her eyes, the teacup before her had vanished into thin air.
Blackwood paused, eyebrows slightly raised, but he quickly regained his composure, adopting a straight face. "Well done." He strode around the desk. The room was small, but the size and style still suited the manor, adding to its elegance.
"You're quite advanced already. Your father mentioned your interest in this subject, correct?" His gaze bore into her as he toyed with his wand, an intensity in his posture that made her adjust herself.
"Yes, sir," she replied, keeping her voice firm, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
"Do you read?"
"I do, yes."
"And what was the last book you read that relates to Charms?" He stepped back, retrieving a piece of chalk from his desk.
"Advanced Charm Work," she said, her voice softening as she messed with the hem of her sleeve, her eyes darting briefly to meet his before looking away again.
"Mmm," he mused, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You possess a brilliant mind to tackle that at your age. Perhaps I should teach you like the true witch you are, rather than just another student."
Y/N felt her lips twitch into a smile, but she quickly suppressed it, not wanting to appear too eager.
As Blackwood flipped through a textbook, she glanced at his desk. Everything was neatly organized, except for a delicate flower in a small pot. Its petals were curling, one already fallen, its bright red faded.
"Y/N?" Blackwood's voice broke her focus, and she snapped her gaze back to him, her heart racing as he resumed their lesson.
Toward the end of the session, he paused, deep in thought. "I should inform the Dark Lord of your rapid advancements," he said, a glint of pride in his eyes.
