ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Y4 જ⁀➴ Snuffles and Skeeter's Secret

I have the following lessons today. Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Muggle Studies. I only picked it as an elective this year due to the fact that it's practically an easy grade. I have the same classes as Harry, Ron, and Hermione today, except for fourth period, where Hermione has History of Magic while the boys have Divintiation.

I leave the hospital wing, feeling much better than before, white bandages wrapped around my hands and extending to my fingers. I shove my hands in my pockets, embarrassed. The side strap satchel that Hermione has given me hangs off of my shoulders, being quite useful. Inside the ring that Harry gave me last year sits, as I had to take it off.

I walk down the corridors to Care of Magical Creatures, my next lesson. I wave to a few of my friends before Professor McGonagall stops me in the middle of the hallway.

"Miss. Celeste," she says. "I take it that you had a bit of an accident at breakfast earlier, hm?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." I pull my bandaged hands out of my pockets shyly.

The professor takes one look at my hands, making a nauseated face. "Oh, Merlin's Beard. Where did it come from, then?"

"Hate mail," I smile, cringing. "From Rita Skeeter's article."

"Ugh, deary me, that lady. She always seems to figure out information though she isn't there..."

My eyebrows knit in confusion, as I study my professor. "Yeah," I mutter, trying to detect what she is trying to inform me of. "I- uh, I'm going to head to Care of Magical Creatures, see you, Professor McGonagall."

"Goodbye, Miss. Celeste. Watch out for beetles."

Beetles.

I make a mental note before scurrying down to the class that's about to take place near Hagrid's Hut.

"Wotcher," I murmur, finding the trio behind the crowd that Hagrid is teaching. Ron jumps, facing me.

"Oh, blimey, (Y/N), hi."

"Hey, uh, what are we doing right now?"

Harry looks at my hands before answering. "Learning 'bout Nifflers. They're quite cute," he says, then he whispers something into my ear. "Not as cute as you, though."

I look up at him through my eyelashes, trying not to blush furiously.

"Useful little treasure detectors," Hagrid says to the entire class, I perk up, now paying attention. "Thought we'd have some fun with 'em today. See over there?" He points at a large patch of freshly turned on earth. "I've buried some gold coins," he says gruffly. "I've got a prize fer whoever picks the Niffler that digs up the most. Jus' take off all yer valuables, an' choose a Niffler an' get ready ter set 'em loose."

My bandaged hands reach up to undo my necklace before Harry stops me. "They're not going to notice that, Bean." He informs, and I whisper an 'okay' before placing the necklace he gave me back into my red and golden robes.

I reach for a Niffler, which Hagrid had set the pack loose. I pick it up gingerly, it biting at me before Draco comes before me.

"I want that Niffler." He says heatedly.

I take one look at him, grimacing at his hair. I wasn't in the mood to fight with him, so I handed him the Niffler saying, "It's got the same ugly personality as you. But maybe it can teach you some hair dying lessons, hm?"

I glance at Draco's agape mouth before grinning and picking another Niffler up. The animal coo's and climbs up my shoulder, around my neck, and down my arm. I giggle and hold the Niffler as it sticks its long snout in my ear and sniffs enthusiastically.