Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines II

Hermione Granger- Lost Cat (a)

"And if everybody could turn to page four-hundred and thirty sev-" Professor Flitwick was almost knocked off of his step by the heavy classroom doors swinging open and crashing against the walls, a very flustered Hermione stood on the other side of the door looking quite unkempt, her face suddenly turned extremely red.

"Oh..." She attempted to flatten her even more wild than normal hair, straightened her tie and tucked in her shirt.

"Miss. Granger isn't it?" Flitwick stumbled back onto his step and shot a deathly and disapproving glance at Hermione.

"My apologies, I did not think that this classroom was currently in use. Nobody hear happens to have seen Crookshanks have you?" Frantically, her eyes darted back and forth across the room, scouting for some sign of her precious cat.

"Have I seen what Miss. Granger?"

"Crookshanks, he is my cat." She responded. "He has kind of bowed leg and –" A voice from across the classroom interrupted her.

"And he looks like he ran face first into a wall..." Draco and his goons chuckled between themselves, much to her and your disapproval, she had already lost her cat, she did not need some wannabe bully taunting her.

"Don't be jealous that a cat has a higher level of intelligence than you." Leaning back in your chair, you tried to defend her from Draco's terrible attempt at putting her down, although, she did not seem to need it.

"Besides Draco, I would rather look like I ran into a wall than look like I'm translucent." You and she shared a sly smile from across the classroom. A wave of gasps and mutters rolled across the room.

"Now, now children." The small in height but big in presence teacher tried to calm down the room.

"I hope your stupid bloody cat wonders across into the forbidden forest. I have heard that the acromantula love a nice cat for breakfast." She became more of a crimson red as he threw insults and threats across the room. "Especially cats that belongs to dirty mudbloods." The room that was full of murmurs and whispers fell deathly silent, that was the final straw for Hermione. You pushed your chair back and ran over to her, standing between the two.

"Let me go Y/N." She whispered through clenched teeth into your ear, her sight not leaving Draco as he and his goons continued to laugh and mock her.

"It isn't worth it, let it go. What do you think is going to happen if you fight Draco in the middle of a classroom? You could be expelled or worse." Her breathing began to calm down.

"If he says one more thing I'm going to blow his head off."

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Written by Aaron.