The Philosophers Stone - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

18: The Troll

Y/N silently cursed, Hermione had retreated to a girls lavaratory to cry her eyes out. He couldn't get to her if he wanted to.

He waited outside the bathroom in hopes she would emerge, but to no avail. In the end he decided to just return to class.

Hermione didn't show up all afternoon. Y/N was starting to worry, was she really that upset?

On his way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast he overheard Parvati Patil tell her friend Lavender that Hermione was indeed still in the bathroom. Ron, to Y/N's delight, was starting to look a little guilty.

However the guilt didn't last long as the moment they stepped into the Great Hall, Ron and Harry already seemed to forget about her.

Y/N wouldn't deny that the Halloween decorations were enjoyable to look at, but he just couldn't enjoy himself, not without Hermione there with him.

Also, a lot of the other students used his situation to bully him some more. Without Hermione, it wasn't nearly as bearable as it usually was.

Suddenly, Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table and gasped, "Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know."

He sank to the floor in a dead faint.

There was an uproar, it took several firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.

"Prefects," he rumbled. "Lead your houses back to the dormitories immediately!"

Percy was in his element.

"Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close to me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a Prefect!"

A sorry excuse for one if you ask me Y/N thought. Suddenly he remembered someone.

Hermione!

She didn't know about the troll yet. And there's now way Percy would listen to him if he even tried to warn him. There was only one thing for it.

Y/N left the others and retreated to the girls lavatories. Unaware of a certain green eyed boy noticing him.

Huh. Harry thought. Wonder where he's going.

Harry then remembered what Parvati Patil had said. He gasped, realising where Y/N had gone. He quickly grabbed Ron by the arm.

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Hermione sat in the stall wiping her eyes. She knew she was being childish, letting what Ron had said get to her so easily, but what he had said reminded her of her lonely days before Hogwarts, Y/N had been her first friend.

Y/N! With how upset she was, she had completely forgotten about him, he must be so confused right now. She thought.

She wiped her eyes one last time before swinging the door open, to her surprise, Y/N stood there, about to knock on the stall door, he accidently rapped his knuckles against her forehead.

"Ow." she whispered, rubbing her forehead.

"Sorry!" Y/N said quickly. His panicked face then turned into stern glare. "Have you been here all afternoon?"

Hermione covered her tear-stained face and mumbled, "No..."

Y/N sighed and pulled her out of the stall. "Come on Hermione, you can't honestly be that upset at what Weasley said can you? He's an idiot. Literally. You have a friend, me."