Harry Potter Characters X Reader

1: Sneak

TW: Death. Rating: sex insinuated (not described), language, violence mentioned (not described)

It's third year, and I'm finally able to take some extra classes. Part of me wants to take Muggle Studies, but if I did that...I'd be even more of an outcast than usual, being a Slytherin. So nah. Ancient runes and...Earth magic? Yeah, those are what I'll do.

Ancient runes. Assigned seats. My last name, there and...and Granger. Oh no; oh no. Damn. It's not because of her blood the way a lot of people would assume of course, just...if I didn't at least verbally abuse her...every single Slytherin girl would know by lunch. I sat down quietly and didn't even look at Granger.

But then we were told to work with our partner. We worked together, avoiding eye contact. We finished early and pulled out our novels. After a few minutes, the other groups had finished and were talking amongst themselves.

A crumpled ball of paper landed between us. I looked back to my book, recognizing that stationary. Parkinson's perfect pink paper. After a moment of silence, Granger reached out to it.

I elbowed her under the table. She turned and scoffed at me. I summoned the note to my hand as she was distracted. The stare I felt made me burn up, and I hoped my embarrassment wasn't as apparent as I feared.

She eventually turned away. I felt awful; she thought I was like some of my housemates. But I wasn't. When the class ended, I slipped her a note of my own. Sweet and simple.

She did as I requested. Fifteen and thirty north and west of the broom shed. Alone. Wand ready if it made her more comfortable. And it did. Granger approached, wand drawn but with no company in the form of Weasley or Potter.

I held my hands up, palms facing her. "None of the Slytherins saw you, right?"

"What?"

"Never mind. Listen. Don't interrupt. I don't hate you or your blood. I hate being isolated in my own house. So, I don't say anything to you, period. Good or bad."

"Okay," she sighed, relieved, her posture relaxing.

"Never speak of this. If it gets out, I'm ruined."

"So there's the Slytherin," she said with a sly smile.

I smirked and disappeared in the tree foliage.

That night, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I decided to screw Slytherin and do what I wanted, which was make friends with Hermione Granger. Instead of lying in bed pondering it, I snuck out of the dorm. I wandered the halls of the schools, a tuna tin in my pocket. If Mrs. Norris caught me, she'd stay quiet for all the tuna, but if you held out on the ol' girl, she'd eat then find her owner.

And there she was, meowing at a corner. Her eyes locked on me, and she meowed louder before approaching silently, wrapping around my legs.

"Hello, little lion," I whispered. She purred, knowing I brought sacrifice at those words. I pulled open the can and slid it to her. She sat and curled her tail happily.

"No you!" I heard a whisper-scream.

I rose my wand and shined lumos. Then someone stepped into the light.

Weasley. One of the twins.

"Nice," he remarked, looking over me and the cat.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"Who're you, sneak?" he asked with a smile, stepping around the contented cat. He caught sight of my robes while I introduced myself. "Slytherin? You can't tell unless you want to be in trouble, snake."