harry potter imagines

012.|| lazy [h.g.]

summary // a short story where the reader is extremely lazy yet managed to get out of bed with the help of hermione granger.

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[Male!Reader]

[Gryffindor!Reader]

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Lazy

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Being a fifth year student at Hogwarts is hectic. Ordinary Wizarding Levels, also known as OWLS, are running inside every fifth years' mind.

But not to you.

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You woke up from your sleep in a hot Sunday morning by a few voices of students and the scorching heat of the sun.

You opened your eyes, groaning at the sun rays piercing your eyes. You blocked yourself with your hands, as you got up and scanned the area.

You saw the Golden Trio who chose to study inside the boy's dormitory.

Hermione looked up from the slight creaking of beds.

She saw your messy [Hair Color] hair, but then disappeared as you took off your shirt and burrowed stomach down to pillows again.

"It's so hot in heeere..."

She scrunched her nose in disgust as she eyed your disorganised bed. Blankets hanging off the bed, pillows scattered, and your shirt fell under it. The boy's dormitory will be perfect if you tidied up your temporary territory for the school year.

"Hey, [Male!Name], get up, it's 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Don't you want to eat?"

Harry suggested, as his green eyes read the book he was holding.

"Nah, I'm feeling to tired to eat, and too hungry to get up."

"Oh, c'mon, [Male!Name], our OWLs are due next week! Don't you want to study?"

"Nope."

Hermione got up and whipped the blankets off you, threw your shirt at you with a pink tinge of red as she saw your exposed back.

You groaned again, and got up to wear your shirt.

"Why are you even here? This is the boy's dormitory."

Hermione raised her left eyebrow, as she answered back.

"Because girls are allowed here. It's part of the Gender Rule: Girls are more trustworthy than men."

"I don't even know why there are Gender Rules. All I know is their lavatories should be separated."

"There is a unisex lavatory, you know."

"Well then, I know nothing."

You laid down again, closing your eyes.

Hermione eyed your bed, and ordered you to clean it.

"No thanks, honey. Why would I make my bed if I'm going to sleep and ruin it again? Give me a good reason."

"It doesn't look good."

"Eh, not a reason."

You got up and faced her, looking at her lazily.

"Whatever! Just get up and study!"

She commanded. Eyebrows knitted in fury, she went to her friends and sat down.

You decided to tease her. Smirking, you laid down your back again and rolled around, causing the blankets and pillows to fall.

"Make me."

Hermione huffed.

"No."

"Okay."

You rolled around again.

Finally, you got on Hermione's nerves. She stood up, and stomped at your direction.

When she got on the edge of the bed, you knocked her leg, causing her to fall down and trip.

Ron laughed, clutching his aching stomach.

You stopped rolling around, and went down to check on Hermione before she even got on to her feet.

You saw her looking furious and shocked about the sudden fall, and you flopped down beside her.

As the part of the teasing, you kissed her by pecking her on her lips, then you got up.

"Well, that made me stop rolling. I should go down and eat."

You got up and strode to the door, and leaving the three alone.

You chuckled as you heard a faint 'I hate you!' And a roar of laughter inside the dormitory, and then you left for food.

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