Hermione Granger Oneshots

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Fred, who had finished his own list, peered over at Y/N's.

"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!" he said. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan- bet it's a witch."

At this point, Fred caught his mother's eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

"That lot won't come cheap," said George, with a quick look at his parents. "Lockhart's books are really expensive. ..."

"Well, we'll manage," said Mrs. Weasley, but she looked worried. "I expect we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things secondhand."

"Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?" Y/N asked Ginny.

She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butter dish. Fortunately no one saw this except Y/N, because just then Ron's elder brother Percy walked in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his sweater vest.

"Morning, all," said Percy briskly. "Lovely day."

He sat down in the only remaining chair but leapt up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a molting, gray feather duster - at least, that was what  Y/N thought it was, until he saw that it was breathing.

"Errol!" said Ron, taking the limp owl from Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing. "Finally-he's got Hermione's answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys."

He carried Errol to a perch just inside the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped straight off again so Ron laid him on the draining board instead, muttering, "Pathetic." Then he ripped open Hermione's letter and read it out loud:

Dear Ron, and Y/N if you're there,

"'I hope everything went all right and that Y/N is okay and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Y/N into trouble, too. I've been really worried and if Y/N is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, because I think another delivery might finish your one off.

"I'm very busy with schoolwork, of course' - How can she be?" said Ron in horror. "We're on vacation! - and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley?

"Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. By the way, if Y/N is here tell him I said hi and hope to see him soon. Love from Hermione.'"

When Ron finished reading the letter he turned to Y/N with a mischievous smile."Hermione is very interested in you lately, don't you think?"

"Er... I think it's like always, right?"Y/N said doubting even his answer.

"Well, I don't think so." Ron said smiling at Y/N's nervous state."And I think you're also more interested..."

"Shut up Ronald!" Y/N said blushing seeing that he attracted the attention of the whole family. He smiled uncomfortable and ran up the stairs.

***

Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today.... Ah well, guests first! After you, Y/N dear!"

And she offered him the flowerpot.

Y/N stared at them all watching him.

"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.