The Wizard Who Could (Male Reader X Hermione Granger)

Written On The Wall

"Hey, Hermione. What's that thing on your wrist?" Ron asks as the four of them walk through the hallways towards lunch.

"Hm?" She asks as she looks down at her wrist. "Oh, this was a birthday gift from Y/N. Pretty isn't it?" She smiles as she shows off the glistening diamond bracelet.

"Yeah!" Harry exclaims, nodding his head furiously.
"Nice job, Y/N."

Y/N smiles a soft one as he shoves his hands in his robe pockets. "Ah, it was a simple gesture."

Ron, on the other hand, is starting to get red in the ears. "Simple gesture?! Nothing is simple about that? You couldn't have used your money for anything else? Like a broomstick or...or food! Why on Hermione?"

"Um... because it was her birthday?" Y/N says. "What, you wanted jewelry for your birthday instead?"

Ron widens his eyes as she sheepishly looks down. "That would've been nice....or a broomstick. Why get something that expensive for her?"

Hermione begins to get red herself. "Now, wait a minute Ronald-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Y/N lets out as he stops in his tracks, causing everyone else to freeze with him.

"Let me get this straight: You would want me, a boy, to give you, another boy, some jewelry? Am I...am I hearing that right?" Y/N almost bursts out laughing, whilst Hermione and Harry hold in their breaths filled with giggles.

Ron can't get any words to escape his throat as he tries to think of a comeback, but as usual, he's standing there with a face as red as his hair.

"Yeah, I figured that. That would be weird." Y/N scoffs as they continue their way to...

"There you four are!" Professor Mcgonagall walks up to the quartet sternly. "Your detentions are this evening."

"Ah man. I completely forgot about that!" Harry exclaims as he smacks his palm on his forehead.

Y/N simply huffs in annoyance before looking up at Mcgonagall. "Who are we with?"

"Ron is going to be polishing trophies with Mr. Filch. No magic, just elbow grease."

Ron can't think of doing anything but groan.

"You, Potter and Granger will be helping Professor Lockhart with opening his fan mail."

Y/N almost feels the color drain from his face. His heart beats rapidly as he tries to think of something.
"Wait, wait, wait, Minerva, maybe you could-"

"What did you call me?" Mcgonagall asks with a raised brow.

"Uh...uh..sorry. I meant, Professor." Y/N corrects. "Can't we just go and polish the trophies too?" He begs him in a plea.

"Absolutely not. Lockhart requested you three personally. Eight o clock sharp, on the dot."

"Someone kill me..." Y/N whispers to himself.

"Lets get matching caskets." Harry retorts with a gloomy expression.

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Can you three think of a better way to spend your detention?" Lockhart muses, pouring over his fan mail.

"No, sir." Harry and Hermione lie at the same time. Y/N, however, mustn't tell lies.