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

Cat, Rat and Dog

 The very last rays of the setting sun were casting a bloody light over the long-shadowed grounds. Then, behind them, they heard a wild howling.

"Hagrid," Harry muttered. He made to turn back, but

both Ron and Y/n seized his arms.

"We can't," said Ron, who was paper-white. "He'll be in worse trouble if they know we've been

to see him..."

Hermione's breathing was shallow and uneven.

"How — could — they?" she choked. "How could they?"

"Come on," Y/n spoke, his voice was empty, sombre but even, as he guided his friends back to the castle under the cloak.

By the time they reached open ground, darkness was settling like a spell around them.

"Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hand over his chest. The rat was wriggling

madly. Ron came to a sudden halt, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the

matter with you, You stupid rat? Stay still — OUCH! He bit me!"

"Ron, be quiet!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Fudge'll be out here in a minute —"

"He won't — stay — put —"

Y/n watched him keenly, the twitch in his hand not going unnoticed by Hermione. Scabbers was writhing with all his might, trying to break free of Ron's

grip. "What's the matter with him?"

"Crookshanks!" Hermione moaned. "No, go away, Crookshanks! Go away!"

But the cat was getting nearer — stinking toward them, his body low to the ground, wide yellow eyes

glinting eerily in the darkness — Crookshanks.

"Scabbers — NO!"

Too late — the rat had slipped between Ron's clutching fingers, hit the ground, and scampered

away. In one bound, Crookshanks sprang after him, and before anyone could stop him, Ron had thrown the Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness.

"Ron!" Y/n hissed, as he threw the cloak off too.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, then followed at a sprint; it was impossible to run full out

under the cloak; they pulled it off and it streamed behind them like a banner as they hurtled after the two boys; they could hear their feet thundering along ahead and Ron's shouts at Crookshanks.

"Get away from him — get away — Scabbers, come here —"

There was a loud thud.

"Gotcha! Get off, you stinking cat —"

Harry and Hermione almost fell over Ron; they skidded to a stop right in front of him. He was sprawled on the ground, but Scabbers was back in his pocket; he had both hands held tight over the quivering lump.

"Ron — come on back under the cloak —" Hermione panted. "Dumbledore — the Minister —

they'll be coming back out in a minute —Where's Y/n?"

But before they could cover themselves again, before they could even catch their breath, they heard the soft pounding of gigantic paws... Something was bounding toward them, quiet as a shadow — an enormous, pale-eyed, jet-black dog.

Harry reached for his wand, but he needn't have — the dog had made an enormous leap and just when he thought he was going to die; the dog yelped as another figure collided with it. The two tumbled for a short distance, Y/n recovering first as he made his way back to the others; only for him to be suddenly swept aside by something that Harry couldn't see; until it missed him by millimetres.