Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

Girls Day Out

"Boys are slow sometimes."

Y/n's POV:

"How long has this tunnel been here?" I ask as Hermione leads me through an underground dirt tunnel with no light except what's being illuminated from Hermione's wand.

"Well, since the Marauders, but how long before them, I don't know." She looks at the map in her hands, then back in front of her.

"This is how Harry got into Hogsmead in third year."

Oh.

I never really took time to think about how Harry snuck into town.

I sort of just thought he slipped past Filch in the invisibility cloak.

"We're off the map now so that means we've left Hogwarts grounds. Shouldn't be too long yet. Mischief Managed." She folds the map up and puts it in her bag.

"So," Hermione falls into pace with me. "where do you want to go? You know, since it's just us and we don't have Thing 1 and Thing 2 to deal with."

"Thing 1 and Thing 2?"

"Yeah, they're little characters with blue hair in a book by a very famous muggle children's author called Dr. Seuss. They're annoying and mischievous. Kind of like Fred and George, but in our case, Harry and Ron." Hermione explains.

"Oh. I don't remember that in Muggle Studies."

"Professor Burbage talked about him in second year. Right before you came."

Finally, we reach a wall.

I just noticed that we're now standing on dirt covered wood.

"Alright, Harry said it's a bit of work to get up, but we can help each other." Hermione said, looking up at the trap door in the ceiling/floor.

"We're under the Honeydukes storage cellar, so if you hear someone, hide."

"Ok, I'll give you a lift."

I kneel on one knee and intertwine my fingers.

Hermione carefully steps on my hands and pushes the trap door open.

"Okay, all clear. Push me up a little."

"Hermione, you know I lack the strength needed for this." I say and push her foot up as much as I can.

Hermione heaves herself up onto the floor and looks down at me.

"Well then maybe you should do something other than lie in bed all day. Now give me your hand."

I reach one hand up and grab the floor.

The other grabs Hermione's hand.

I struggle, but manage to make it.

"I'm going to start making you my rucksack. Maybe holding all of the books will put a little muscle on you." Hermione jokes.

"Haha." I say sarcastically.

But I really do feel a lot weaker.

She closes the trapdoor and brushes some dirt onto it to keep it more hidden.

"Ok, let's go." She stands up and begins to creep up the stairs.

"This is not very Hermione-like of you." I whisper.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Hermione whispers back.

"You're just more...." I try to think of the right word. "...rebellious."