𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - Harry Potter x Fem!Reader¹

14.. PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY'S PREDICTION

Y/N's euphoria at finally winning the Quidditch Cup lasted at least a week. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake.

But they couldn't. Exams were nearly upon them, and instead of lazing around outside, the students were forced to remain inside the castle, trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows. Even Fred and George Weasley had been spotted working; they were about to take their O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Percy was getting ready to take his N.E.W.T.s (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), the highest qualification Hogwarts offered.

As Percy hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic, he needed top grades. He was becoming increasingly edgy, and gave very severe punishments to anybody who disturbed the quiet of the common room in the evenings. In fact, the only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione.

Harry and Ron had long since stopped trying to keep up with Hermione's frantic study pace, but they couldn't stop themselves from glancing at Hermione's schedule she had left behind when she went to the lavatory. Ron nudged Harry and pointed to it, his eyebrows practically disappearing into his hairline.

"Y/N," Ron whispered, "come here."

Y/N reluctantly set down her Transfiguration notes and joined them at the table.

"Look at this," said Ron, jabbing a finger at the schedule. "Tell me how this makes any sense."

Harry leaned in, reading aloud. "Monday, nine o'clock — Arithmancy. Nine o'clock — Transfiguration." He frowned. "How can she be in two places at once?"

"That's not even the worst of it," Ron muttered, flipping down a few pages. "Look at Wednesday — Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes at the same time, and then Potions right after. She's completely lost it."

And sure enough:

Monday

9 o'clock, Arithmancy

9 o'clock, Transfiguration

Lunch

1 o'clock, Charms

1 o'clock, Ancient Runes

Y/N tried to keep her expression neutral. "Where there's a will, there's a way. You know how she is."

"Will enough to sprint between two classrooms at the same time?" asked Harry, his voice dripping with skepticism. He looked at Y/N. "You know something, don't you?"

She shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on, Y/N," said Ron, leaning in conspiratorially. "You're always with her. You've got to have noticed something. You're not that dumb. Is she using some kind of spell? A secret passage?"

"We won't tell anyone," pressed Hary.

"I told you, I don't know," said Y/N, a little too quickly. She avoided their eyes and started gathering up her notes. "She's just brilliant, all right? Let it go."

Harry and Ron exchanged a look but didn't press further. Still, as Y/N returned to her seat, she could feel their eyes lingering on her, their curiosity far from satisfied. Just then, there was a rustle at the window and Daniyar fluttered through it, a note clutched tight in his beak.

"It's from Hagrid," said Y/N, ripping the note open. "Buckbeak's appeal — it's set for the sixth."

"That's the day we finish our exams," said Hermione, who had come back and immediately started looking everywhere for her Arithmancy book as soon as she sat down.