The Wizard Who Could (Male Reader X Hermione Granger)

First Classes Begin

In the early morning—like 6 type of morning, Y/N slowly feels himself awaking from a rather "pleasant" dream. As he is coming to, he feels something wrapped around his forearm and wrist.

He rubs his eyes as he looks down and almost feels his eyes pop out the sockets. He sees a red and black Python looking at him from his arm.

"Slinky? Wha...how did you end up....?" He whispers as he brings the snake up to his face. Slinky simply looks at him as he flicks his tongue out a few times, staring at Mavros with its dark red eyes.

"You know you're not suppose to be here. They'd throw a fit if they find out about you."

Not waiting for a response, he yawns as he plants his feet on the floor, careful not to wake up his fellow roommates. He walks towards the bathroom and closes the door.

As he inspects himself in the mirror, he takes his tank top off, looking at his figure. He notices the scar across his chest and gently runs his fingers through it.

Y/N doesn't know how he got the scar. All he knows is that it happened when he was young and his mother never wants to talk about it. The scar runs from the top of his shoulder and through his left pec muscle. It's has a slightly red hue to it but it's a lot fainter then it was before.

All he remembers from it is a bright purple light. That's it.

Slinky hisses as he hears the door being knocked behind Y/N. Mavros quickly whips around as a voice asks if they're almost done.

"Yeah. Hold on." Y/N responds as he puts his tank top back on and puts Slinky in his pocket as he proceeds to brush his teeth.

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After Y/N slips his robes on, he decides to grab a book to take down to the Great Hall. He takes whatever time he can to improve his reading, because god knows he needs it.

As he takes a seat by himself, multiple girls try and sit next to him, but he declines seeing as they would prove to be a distraction. Time passes quickly as he gets more and more frustrated with certain words as they flip to Greek.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." He sneers under his breath as he does his best to absorb the information. Unbeknownst to him, a bushy-haired girl also walks in and instantly spots him.

"Oh my...he's here early. Wonder if he'll mind the company."

"Why must reading be so bloody hard." He says to himself as Hermione plonks herself next to him. He doesn't even look at up as he's prepared to tell another girl off.

"Sorry, but I really don't- Oh, hello Granger." Y/N says as he turns towards the bookworm.

"Hi, Y/N. What are you reading?" She asks.

"Um." He shows her the cover before placing it back down with a annoyed sigh.

"What's wrong?" She asks worryingly as she notices his frustration.

"It's just..." He thinks it over a bit before letting up.
"Ah fine, whatever. I have dyslexia. Which makes it hard to read English." He replies in his usual dry tone.

Hermione gasps as she covers her mouth.
"Oh my...I'm so sorry. I-is there anything I can do? I can help you if you want."

Y/N stares into Granger's eyes as he thinks about her offer. How could someone his age possibly help him with reading? Wouldn't a teacher be more suitable?