The Wizard Who Could (Male Reader X Hermione Granger)

A Inkling Of Power

"It's bloody ridiculous!" Harry fumes. "Why would they think you are the Heir of Slytherin? Hermione is one of your best friends!"

Y/N, Hermione, and Ron are sitting next to each other on the common room couch, with Harry pacing in front of them.

"I don't have a good answer for that..." Y/N admits. "Although, the Heir of Slytherin...it has a nice ring to it- Ow!"

Hermione hits him in the shoulder with a book, clearly annoyed with Y/N's laidback view on this.
"This isn't funny, Y/N! Someone clearly wants to terrify all the muggleborns in Hogwarts."

Y/N rubs his shoulder with a mock groan. "Alright, alright. Not funny. Got it."

A light bulb "goes off" above Ron's head. "I got it! Malfoy...it's got to be him, right?! You heard him going off about 'Mudbloods'..."

(A lightbulb going off in Ron's head. A rare occurrence.)

"Draco wishes he was the heir." Y/N replies. "Highly doubt it's him."

"What do you mean?" Harry asks.

As the three of them go back and forth, Y/N pulls out a small mint leaf from his pocket and starts chewing on it without a care in the world.

A few seconds later, his three friends just watch him wide eyed as he doesn't even notice them trying to get his attention.

"Uh, Y/N.." Harry says worryingly. "Why are you chewing on a leaf?"

Y/N looks up at them with curious eyes. "Oh this? Because it taste good?" He reaches into his pockets again and pulls a handful out.

"I got more if you three want some." He offers as all three of them back away from his outreached hand.

"No thanks." Hermione replies.

"You guys are missing out..." Y/N says as he chews on another leaf. "Now what were we talking about again?"

"I think I found a way to figure out whose the heir of Slytherin." Hermione says before giving off a downcast expression.

"The only trouble is it means I'll have to pretend to like Lockhart!"

"Damn."

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After a few back and forths, Y/N adamantly suggested that he be with Hermione when she goes to meet with Lockhart.

"No way am I leaving her with that creep..."

As the two Gryffindor's walk ahead to Lockhart's classroom, Y/N puts an arm around Hermione's shoulders and gets close to her ear, which sends shivers down her spine.

"Now remember, stay ARMS LENGTH from him. Don't let him get all....touchy feely with you, okay?"

Hermione nods in understanding. "Okay, got it. I don't know what's wrong with him. Why would Dumbledore even hire him?"

Y/N can't seem to come up with a logical answer to that. "Well, older people tend to get a bit senile at times. My dad told me Dumbledore's a prime example of that...and I think I believe him."

Before they know it, they reach the entrance. They both take a deep breath as Hermione turns the knob.

"Remember, just ask for the slip...and we can be on our merry way." Y/N reminds her whilst also sticking his hand forward—signaling to her to stay arms length.