Harry x F!Reader {Year 2}

Dumbass

Your p.o.v.

All the girls stare at Loggart, dreamily.

All the girls, but me.

I put my head down, trying to sleep.

Keyword, 'trying'.

Harry keeps nudging me to stay awake.

"Would you knock it off? I'm trying to sleep!" I yelled at him.

"Well, too bad. If I have to stay up, so do you." He told me.

I rolled my eyes, "Then go to sleep as well. If you can't, then I'll make you."

He rolled his eyes playfully, not believing that I would actually do it.

Loggart started passing out a test.

1) What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2) What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement?

3) When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

And so on and so forth.

I jumped up out of my chair.

"Hey Loggart!" I yelled and caught his and everyone else's attention.

"It's Lockhart, Ms. . . ?"

"Ms. None of your business!
And I know your name, but my name for you is Loggart.
If you got a problem, well too bad! And as for this test. . .
*Rips up into shreds and throws it in the air like confetti*
The questions had nothing to do with Dark Arts, so fuck that test and you as well!
Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get some shut eye.
Disturb me, and you will deal with MY WRATH!!!"I yelled at him.

Him and the class stared at me with wide eyes.

I smiled sweetly at him, "Goodnight."

I then put my head on my desk and went to sleep.

Harry's p.o.v.

All the girls shot glares at Y/n, but she didn't care and went to sleep.

Everyone resumed their tests.

Soon, Loggart collected the tests.

He was disappointed that not many people knew what his favorite color was.

"Y/n was right about ripping the test." Ron whispered.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"She didn't care at all." I whispered back to him.

"I know! And he didn't even give her detention nor kicked her out or anything!" Ron exclaimed in a whisper.

"He looks scared of her." I whispered back.

"I'm scared of her." Ron whispered back.

*Ahem*

We look to see Loggart smiling at us.

"And what are you two talking about? Ah, you must be talking about my book, Travels with Trolls." He said.

"Yeah. . ." Ron said.

"Totally. . ." I said sarcastically, but he didn't catch my sarcasm.

"Well, as much as I'd like to talk more about ME! We have a class lesson to learn!" He said and went to the rattling cage.

"Now. . . Be warned! It's my job to arm you against the foulest creatures of wizardkind! You may find yourself facing your own worst fear in this very room. . . Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. . ." He told the class.