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

Frigid and bitter Christmas

On Christmas morning, Y/n was woken by Ron throwing his pillow at him.

"Oy! Presents!" Harry yelled, gleefully as he reached for his glasses and put them on, squinting through the semi-darkness to the foot of his bed, where a small heap of parcels had appeared. Ron was already ripping the paper off his own presents.

"I just want to sleep." Murmuring as he rolled over, Ron and Harry weren't going to let it slide so easily, the pair quickly yanking off the duvet that covered their friend.

"You can sleep later! Come, you have presents!" Ron begged, whilst Harry offered a helpful smile.

Realising he wasn't going to get back to sleep, Y/n reluctantly agreed.

"Another sweater from Mum... maroon again... see if you've both got one."

And that they had. Mrs. Weasley had sent Harry a scarlet sweater with the Gryffindor lion knitted on the front, also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake, and a box of nut brittle; with Y/n getting a sky blue one with the same snacks.

The rest of his gift's consisted of some sweets from Ron, a book on special forces from Harry, Fred and George gifted Y/n some of their prototype prank items, and Hermione had given Y/n an elegant looking notebook with a pen. Hagrid's gift was a book on Magical pets and what were the best ways to care for them, whilst Snape gave him an exclusive (and very illegal) set of potions [Use them wisely], whilst McGonagall gave him a note that gave him unlimited access to the restricted section of the library and a novel.

 "What's that?" said Ron, drawing Y/n's attention away from his gifts to Harry, who had a thin parcel in his lap.

"Dunno..." Harry ripped the parcel open and gasped as a magnificent, gleaming broomstick rolled out onto his bedspread. Ron dropped his socks and jumped off his bed for a closer look.

"I don't believe it," he said hoarsely. It was a Firebolt, identical to one that currently lay under Y/n's bed. Its handle glittered as Harry picked it up.Y/n watched as Harry's eyes hungrily took the broom in, every inch not going unseen.

"Who sent it to you?" said Ron in a hushed voice. 

 "Look and see if there's a card," said Harry. Ron ripped apart the Firebolt's wrappings. "Nothing! Blimey, who'd spend that much on you?"

"Well," said Harry, feeling stunned, "I'm betting it wasn't the Dursleys."

"I bet it was Dumbledore," said Ron, now walking around and around the Firebolt. "He sent you the Invisibility Cloak anonymously..."

"That was my dad's, though," said Harry. "Dumbledore was just passing it on to me. He wouldn't spend hundreds of Galleons on me. He can't go giving students stuff like this —"

"That's why he wouldn't say it was from him!" said Ron. "In case some git like Malfoy said it was favoritism. Hey, Harry —"

Ron gave a great whoop of laughter — "Malfoy! Wait 'til he sees you on this! He'll be sick as a pig! This is an international standard broom, this is!"

"I can't believe this," Harry muttered, running a hand along the Firebolt, while Ron sank onto Harry's bed, laughing his head off at the thought of Malfoy. "Who—?"

"I know," said Ron, controlling himself, "I know who it could've been — Lupin!"

"What?" said Harry, now starting to laugh himself "Lupin? Listen, if he had this much gold, he'd be able to buy himself some new robes."

"Yeah, but he likes you," said Ron.

"Or..." Y/n started, but Ron was on a roll.