The Philosopher's Stone (Hermione Granger X Male Reader Insert)

12. Calling the Shots and Calling her 'Mione

The week went by without any incidents, all of (Y/N)'s classes were great. During Potions he got made fun of by both Snape and the Slytherins but he could care less.

The last lesson of the day was Charms, they were still practicing the Levitation Charm because some people still had to improve. (Y/N) breezed through the lesson and after it had ended Flitwick held him back. "Very nice to see you again (Y/N), this is from Dumbledore." Flitwick handed him a note, before (Y/N) had read it though he had to ask. "Professor you said you couldn't wait to see me for my next tutoring. Is that now or are we going to begin when I come back?"

"Your enthusiasm is contagious (Y/N). Yes we are going to resume the tutoring after the holidays. If it were up to me, I'd want to do one now but Dumbledore told me you were to meet McGonagall then accompany her for the journey to Hogsmeade." His ears perked up at the last sentence.

I forgot, today's the day I get to decide the punishment. I can't wait to see the look on their faces!

"Thanks Professor!" (Y/N) sprinted down the corridor towards his Transfiguration class. He knocked on the door rapidly and didn't even bother to wait for McGonagall to open the door. As he entered the class he saw McGonagall marking a bunch of tests, "(Y/N) good to see you. I trust you read Dumbledore's note."

Looking down, he saw the note still in his hand. "No but I'm pretty sure Flitwick gave me the gist." He placed the note on the desk, pulled out his wand and put on a face of pure concentration. He gave his wand a flick and the note raised itself up, it began to shift around and then tear itself into little pieces.

McGonagall stood up from her desk, "How in the wor-" Her astonishment left her speechless, looking at McGonagall (Y/N) started to explain. "Fred and George explained it to me, that's what they do to the tests they fa-" (Y/N) caught himself, giving a nervous chuckle. "I mean, uhm."

"I heard nothing (Y/N)." McGonagall smirked.

When did she get so cool?

The two of them left the classroom and began to walk out onto the courtyard. As they made their way through (Y/N) felt eyes on him. Stopping to look around, he saw many of the students were Slytherin and they were staring daggers at him. He noticed McGonagall was walking across a bridge and he rushed over to her.

"I'm guessing that Slytherin students don't like me very much." He looked up at McGonagall, "Yes well, they assume you are going to get their Quidditch team expelled and I think that may have made you unlikable." (Y/N) was stifling laughter until McGonagall asked, "May I ask what exactly you are going to do?" (Y/N) put bluntly, "You'll have to see Professor."

The two made their way down into the village and (Y/N) was left speechless. The shops were colourful and held all sorts of things inside. Naturally there were oddly dressed wizards and witches but then he saw them. Standing out in the open, were the two most ordinary clothed people shifting around nervously.

"MUM, DAD!" Both Adam and Eve looked towards their son and their faces brightened. The three (L/N)'s sprinted towards into a massive hug and it was long overdue. "(Y/N), we've missed you so much!" His mother broke up the hug and began frantically kissing (Y/N)'s forehead. "Eww Mum stop it! Everyone's looking!"

Adam's POV

Looking up he saw all the people were staring at the three as if they were the weirdos. "Alright stop gawking and sod off!" His voiced boomed around the village and everyone resumed about their business.

"So I was right in assuming you were the boy's parents." Turning around, he saw a greasy haired, misshapen nose, buck toothed man wearing jet black and dull grey robes. Adam was about to speak until his son spoke first, "I'm guessing your Mr Flint. Anyone ever tell you that you look just like your son? I hope you can teach him how to punch and kick properly over the holidays."