Thunderbird (Draco x reader)

Draco Malfoy and the Oh So Terrible Hippogriff

It took quite a while to get to Transfiguration that even if we left Divination early, we were just right on time for Transfiguration.

Harry chose a seat at the back of the room but the class still shot him looks and glances as thought he were to drop dead at any moment. McGonagall started talking but none of us heard much. It was about Animagi. She then transformed into a tabby cat. When no one showed even the faintest interest, she grew concerned.

"Really, what has got into you all today?" She said as she transformed back into herself with a faint pop. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."

Everyone turned towards Harry but was still silent. Hermione then raised her hand.

"Please, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading tea leaves, and -"

"Ah, of course," said McGonagall frowning. "There is no need to say anymore, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"

Everyone stared at her for some time.

"Me." Said Harry.

"I see," said Professor Mcgonagall, fixing Harry with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact I never speak ill of my colleagues -"

Professor McGonagall broke off and her nostrils have gone white. She went on more calmly, "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers and Professor Trelawney -"

She stopped again and in a very matter-of-fact tone, (the one Hermione likes to use) said, "You look very excellent in health, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure that if you die, you not need to hand it in."

Hermione and I laughed and by the look on Harry's face, I knew he felt a bit better. However, Ron looked worried and Lavender Brown whispered, "What about Neville's cup?"

That's right. What about Neville's cup?

When Transfiguration ended, we joined the thundering crowd to the Great Hall for lunch. Again, I was rebellious and sat at the Gryffindor table.

"Ron, cheer up," said Hermione, pushing a dish of stew toward him. "You heard what McGonagall said."

Ron scooped some stew into his plate and said in a serious tone, "Harry, you haven't seen a great black dog, have you?"

"Yeah, I have, " said Harry. "I saw one the night I left the Dursley's"

I dropped my spoon. So did Ron.

"Harry, you're not joking, right?" I asked cautiously .

"No, Y/n! I swear!" He answered back.

" Probably a stray. " said Hermione way too calmly.

Ron looked at Hermione like she just said something like "Hey Ron, I fed Scabbers to Crookshanks and I had a bit too."

" Hermione, if Harry's seen a Grim, that's -- that's bad. My -- Uncle Bilius saw one and -- and he died twenty-four hours later! " Ron exclaimed.

"Coincidence," said Hermione as she poured pumpkin juice.

"You don't know what you're talking about! Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!" Ron scolded.

" There you are, then. They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen, it's the cause of death! And Harry's still with us because he's not stupid enough to think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket, then. "