Anything (Male Reader x Hermione)

Experiments and Planning

Yn stayed late grading the sixth-years' Polyjuice potions. It was an easy task, and he was able to do his other homework while doing it. Unfortunately, it was Fall in Scottland, which kept the dungeons at a crisp forty degrees. (Y/N) paused his writing on Harry's potion to warm his hands when one of the potions he'd already failed began to spit and flame again. "Enjoying Pansy's potion?" Draco asked, entering the potions room. 

"What is it now, Draco?"

"I can only pay you the cost of ingredients, and I can't transfer to your vault."

"Voldemort's keeping an eye on you?" Draco nodded. "That's fine. I'm upping the prices. Normally, the whole bill is 100 Galleons for all of the ingredients. It's 120 now. If anyone asks, prices have risen because of the chaos." Draco fished his coin pouch out of his pocket and tossed it onto (Y/N)'s desk. 

"That's 200 Galleons. I'll give you the other forty when you bring me my next shipment. I want you to bring it, not some elf." 

"Fine. Is there anything else?"

"Mother wants to know how Maia is doing."

"She's fine. Someone was trying to sneak a cursed necklace into the school, but his mule accidentally touched it, so I had to erase her memory. You wouldn't happen to know who did that, would you?"

"No . . . never."

"Good, because I'd have to kill you if you did."

"I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," Draco assured, and he left, letting (Y/N) get back to his work.

"I think this is a dumb idea."

"I hate to agree with him, but I agree."

"I need to get back to planning the next quidditch practice." Ron, (Y/N), and Harry complained.

"We want to test how well Polyjuice actually works," Hermione explained.

"So you three will just have to stay," Ginny added. 

"Wasn't pretending to be Crabbe and Goyle and having Draco fall for it good enough for you three?"

"I think it'll be an excellent way to look into how the Ministry of Magic captures Goblins," Luna said, swirling a thick potion in her hands. 

"I saved some from class today. You three need to guess who is whom. We're going to run it three times to make sure there's no luck." The three girls disappeared behind a bookshelf and reappeared a minute later. 

"Hermione's still Hermione," (Y/N) confidently declared. Harry stood up and looked between Ginny and Luna. 

"Ginny and Luna swapped," he added.

"Hermione and Ginny swapped," Ron decided, and the three disappeared. When they reappeared, the three were all Ginny. 

"Hermione," (Y/N) said, pointing to the one on the right. 

"Ginny," Ron said, pointing to the left.

"Luna," Harry shrugged, pointing to the one in the middle. For the final test, all three girls were back. 

"Hermione is Ginny, Ginny is Hermione, and Luna is still Luna," (Y/N) said before anyone could guess. 

"Three for three, except that first one, Ron," Hermione declared through Ginny's mouth. 

"How could you guys tell?" Ginny asked.

"Hermione and I are bound, and I can smell all of you."

"How so?" Luna asked. 

"Red-Tailed Hawks are one of the few birds to have a sense of smell." Luna nodded and made a zipping motion across her lips. 

"The first one was easy. Ginny stands bolder than Luna. The second was just me agreeing with everyone," Harry said. 

"I recognized the way Ginny stands when she gets her way from mum. The first one was random," Ron grumbled. "This was dumb."

"This was a useful experiment," Hermione argued. 

"Now we know that we can identify each other through Polyjuice if we ever need to," (Y/N) agreed, checking his pocket watch. "I need to see Dumbledore." (Y/N) pecked Hermione's lips and left. Not far into his trek, (Y/N) found Peeves tormenting a group of third-years. "Peeves. Enough." (Y/N)'s voice boomed.

"Oooh, big bad Head Boy ordering Peevesees around." 

"Go flood the bathrooms or something. I'm sure Filch will hate that." Peeves' face flattened, and he flew straight up.

"How'd you know Peeves would go for making Filch mad?" One of the young Ravenclaw boys asked. 

"Poltergeists love to torment each other," (Y/N) said, and he continued on.

"Harry mustn't know," Dumbledore said despite his slightly ragged breath. 

"I think you need to sleep, sir."

"I am very tired, but I am not done yet. When the time comes, he will need to sacrifice himself. He will know the way. You need to make sure he, Ron, and Hermione make it to the end. Does anyone else know your brother's a Death Eater?" 

"Harry suspects it. I told Hermione."

"So long as she doesn't let it slip, I suppose it's alright."

"We need to do something about Draco as if he isn't dangerous enough as a Werewolf and Death Eater. Now, he's almost killing people in front of Maia."

"Did you do the research that I requested?" Dumbledore asked, ignoring Yn's concerns.

"There are no reported relatives of the Riddles. They are all long dead or recently dead. Tom Senior's killing with the other two is the only suspicious killing as far as the Muggles are concerned, but Junior's cousin died in a climbing accident, then there was an aunt who was trapped in an underwater cave while diving. This is strange because she had experience, and the cave was relatively easy. The police said it was nothing but an accident. A distant cousin was working one day and decided to take up cliff diving off of the top of the skyscraper he worked in. Other than the three, the rest are old, senile deaths, and cancer."

"He did hunt down anyone he could, then," Dumbledore thought as he stroked his beard. "There is a possibility, then." Dumbledore seemed to weigh the idea around in his head, but he dropped it. "No, it simply is too unlikely. Tomorrow, I want you to teach the Antidote to Common Poisons to the third-years, the seconds need the Fire Protection Potion, and the first-years will need Wiggenweld Potion."

"I'm working on the Antidote to Common Poisons with the third-years already, and I'm planning on starting the other two after the next practicals."

"Good, good," Dumbledore mumbled. "I will let you return to your family."

"Thank you," (Y/N) said, leaving.