Better than me? | Hermione Granger x Reader (GXG) (UNDER EDITING)

|| 6. Roommates (UN-EDITED)

"I do not go by that name," she sneered, her expression growing stern as she turned her gaze away.

"Helena Ravenclaw?" Y/N ventured, her curiosity and recognition drawing her attention to the woman. Their eyes locked briefly, and in that moment, Y/N's remark seemed to strike a chord.

Helena Ravenclaw's gaze met Y/N's, and for a fleeting instant, her eyes widened with a mix of astonishment and realization. The air was charged with a palpable sense of connection, their unspoken recognition transcending the boundaries of time.

"Scarlett?" Helena murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried a depth of emotion that resonated in the space between them. Y/N's expression mirrored her bewilderment, her brows furrowing in response.

"Pardon?" Y/N murmured, seeking clarification. "Who's Scarlett?" she inquired, her confusion mirroring the cryptic nature of Helena's words.

A small, enigmatic smile graced Helena's lips, hinting at a history that stretched far beyond the current moment. "A dear friend of mine," she revealed, her tone carrying a sense of nostalgia and reverence.

With that, she began to hover away, leaving Y/N and Aurora exchanging puzzled glances as they tried to make sense of the unexpected encounter. The atmosphere seemed charged with a secret shared between the past and the present, leaving both girls curious and intrigued by the mysteries of Hogwarts and its history.

As Y/N's gaze shifted upward, she found herself marveling at the ethereal spectacle unfolding above the Great Hall. Multiple ghosts floated gracefully in the air, their translucent figures hovering like shimmering specters. The sheer otherworldly beauty of the scene caused her lips to part in awe, a fleeting smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

However, her reverie was interrupted by a familiar, slightly annoying voice that pierced the air from behind. "Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Hermione's exclamation carried a mix of genuine confusion and incredulity. Y/N's attention shifted to the trio of friends, observing Harry's eye roll and Hermione's animated questioning with a sense of detached amusement.

Yet, her focus was swiftly drawn elsewhere as she witnessed a peculiar sight. A ghostly figure had detached his head from his neck, a scene that Y/N found quite discomforting. A cringe involuntarily twisted her features, and a wave of unease washed over her, effectively quelling her appetite.

In response, she pushed her plate away, her loss of appetite mirroring her instinctive reaction to the unsettling spectacle. Aurora, sitting nearby, caught this and couldn't help but chuckle as she continued to play with her food, seemingly unfazed by the eerie display.

"Disgusting." Y/N murmured under her breath, Aurora staring at her with a small smirk.

"Don't be a baby, Y/N." Aurora teased, Y/N rolling her eyes as she sent her a glare.

"Shut it, Aurie." Y/N spat sharply, Aurora feigning hurt.

"Oh, so we're on a nickname basis, I see?" Aurora hummed out, Y/N's jaw clenching.

"Shut up."

"Got it."

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Ascending the Grand Staircase alongside her fellow students, Y/N's steps echoed through the magnificent corridors of Hogwarts. As they climbed, the vibrant tapestries and elegant architecture surrounded them, evoking a sense of awe that was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

The Ravenclaw group, guided by their Prefect, gracefully descended the stairs in perfect synchronization, a testament to the unity that house membership brought.