Harry Potter Characters X Reader

32: Honey

I stood in front of Draco Malfoy and his cronies, completely isolated from my only friends.

"Why're you so scared? Afraid of men since daddy was a pathetic muggle that died like a coward at the hands of a sorcerer?"

"You're not a man, Malfoy!" Harry sassed.

"You're one to speak, Potter. You're just as bad. And you live with them, live like them."

"Says the boy who'd be confused by a light switch," Hermione insulted.

"A...a what?" he asked.

She only rolled her eyes. Harry laughed and took my hand, leading me away. "Are you alright?" he asked once we were out of earshot.

"Yeah. I just... My mom told me when she remembered we'd be in the same year — about my dad, I mean. My mom was putting me down for a nap when my father screamed. She used homenum revelio, and three people were downstairs. She heard a voice and recognized it. Although she was never sure of it, she suspected that one of the people she went to Hogwarts with became a Death Eater. He was younger than her, but he was interested in the Dark Arts. He was bullied a lot, too; it made him bitter. She always suspected him, and when he told the others that she probably wasn't home, she was sure of what was going on. She was the bullies' prefect, so she ended up giving them a lot of detentions for messing with him. She figured he was buying her time or trying to save her completely to repay his 'debt' or whatever. I don't understand completely, but she took it that way and apparated with me. By time she returned after leaving me with my grandparents and getting backup, the Death Eaters were gone, and my father was dead."

Ron muttered a curse; Hermione was silent, but Harry spoke. "Why does Malfoy know?"

"My mom...heard another voice she recognized, one of her fellow prefects. He...he wanted to find her and me. I think...I think he wanted to kidnap my mom because she's pure-blooded. But me, a half-blood... He would've killed me or left me for dead. He was... The second Death Eater was Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's father. I think old Malfoy told young Malfoy, probably encouraged him to pick on me."

"He... Malfoy's dad killed your dad?" Harry asked, eyes wide.

"Maybe. Him or the third. She was a woman."

"Why would Mr Malfoy put Draco up to picking on you?"

"Because Mr Malfoy is a soulless demon. And, apparently, he liked the pretty, pure prefect my mom was from fifteen to seventeen."

"Gross," Ron interjected.

"Agreed," I seconded.

"If you ever want someone to punch Malfoy in the nose for you, Harry might."

"Don't encourage Harry to get in trouble!" Hermione lectured and swatted Ron.

I laughed. "Might do it on my own. Harry, Ron, would you mind busying Crabbe and Goyle for me if I do?"

"Deal," they agreed.

Hermione just rolled her eyes.

***

I looked at the Daily Prophet, confused. Harry was dating Hermione? Since when?

"You've seen it?" Ron muttered as he sat down beside me.

"Yes," I sighed. "Why wouldn't they tell-"

"I can't believe this," Hermione interrupted as she came over. "Have you seen the Prophet?" She saw it in front of me and snatched it. "This! I can't... We're fourteen, and she's delving into our quote-on-quote 'love lives'."