The soldier and the book worm. (Hermione x male reader)

Time for a brawl ey lads?

It was, indeed, Quirrell. Just as Snape had informed me.

"You!" gasped Harry.

Quirrell smiled. His face wasn't twitching at all.

"Me," he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter. Though I will admit; Anderson is a bit unexpected."

"But I thought -- Snape--" Harry spluttered whilst I kept quiet, hand on my wand tensely.

"Severus?" Quirrell laughed, and it wasn't his usual quivering treble, either, but cold and sharp. "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"

Harry seemed to be having severe difficulty comprehending this.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no. I tried to kill you and Anderson. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you two off your brooms. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a countercurse, trying to save you. "

"Snape was trying to save me?"

"Of course," said Quirrell coolly. "Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny, really. . . he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself unpopular. . . and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight. "

Quirrell snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry and myself; however, my wand was still free enough to move.

"You're too nosy to live, Potter. Scurrying around the school on Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone. "

"You let the troll in?"

"Certainly. I have a special gift with trolls -- you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there? Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off -- and not only did my troll fail to beat you to death, that three-headed dog didn't even manage to bite Snape's leg off properly.

"Now, wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror. "

Whilst he was preoccupied; I silently cut the ropes around me free as Harry tried to keep Quirrell occupied as I sought a plan of attack.

"I saw you and Snape in the forest -- " he blurted out.

"Yes," said Quirrell idly, walking around the mirror to look at the back. "He was on to me by that time, trying to find out how far I'd got. He suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me -- as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side. . . "

Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it.

"I see the Stone. . . I'm presenting it to my master. . . but where is it?"

I mouthed to Harry to keep Quirrell talking, to which he nodded and continued. 
"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much. "

"Oh, he does," said Quirrell casually, "heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father, didn't you know? They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead. "

"But I heard you a few days ago, sobbing -- I thought Snape was threatening you. . . "

For the first time, a spasm of fear flitted across Quirrell's face, I'll admit, I enjoyed it.