(On Hold) The Wolf and The Otter (Hermione Granger X Male Reader)

Chapter 8 - Norbert The Dragon and Detention?

They all arrived at Hagrid's hut. It was stifling hot inside. Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate.

Hagrid made them a cup of tea each and sat down.

He then even offered then stoat sandwiches, which they outright refused. Y/N sat down next to Hermione on a sofa chair, big enough to fit at least three people, while Ron and Harry huddled together.

"So -- yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?"

"Yes," Harry replied. There was no point beating around the bush. "We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the Philosopher's Stone apart from Fluffy."

Hagrid frowned at him.

"O' course I can't," he said. "Number one, I don' know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn' tell yeh if I could. That Stone's here fer a good reason. It was almost stolen outta Gringotts -- I s'ppose yeh've worked that out an' all? Beats me how yeh even know abou' Fluffy."

"Oh, come on, Hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do know, you know everything that goes on round here," said Hermione in a warm, flattering voice.

Hagrid's beard twitched and they could tell he was smiling. "We only wondered who had done the guarding, really." Hermione went on. "We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you."

'You manipulative little devil' Y/N thought, a smile making its way to his lips. Hermione kept on praising Hagrid which in all honesty, was true, every last bit of it.

Hagrid's chest swelled at these last words. causing them all to beam at Hermione.

"Well, I don' s'pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that... let's see... he borrowed Fluffy from me... then some o' the teachers did enchantments... Professor Sprout -- Professor Flitwick -- Professor McGonagall -- " he ticked them off on his fingers, "Professor Quirrell -- an' Dumbledore himself did somethin', o' course. Hang on, I've forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape."

"Snape?" Y/N asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah -- yer not still on abou' that, are yeh? Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he's not about ter steal it."

They knew they were all thinking the same thing. If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything -- except, it seemed, Quirrell's spell and how to get past Fluffy.

But Y/N still had his suspicions, it didn't feel quite right, why would he be after it? for all they know Quirrell could be the one after it but Snape was the more obvious choice, the "Dark and Creepy" vibe he omitted proved just that.

"You're the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy. aren't you, Hagrid?" Harry asked anxiously. "And you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?"

"Not a soul knows except me an' Dumbledore," said Hagrid proudly.

"Well, that's something," Y/N muttered to the others. "Hagrid, can we have a window open? Its boiling."

"Can't, Y/N, sorry," said Hagrid. Y/N then noticed him glance at the fire. He looked at it, too and he certainly wasn't expecting what came next.

"Hagrid... what's that ?"

But Y/N already knew what it was. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.

"Ah," said Hagrid, fiddling nervously with his beard, "That's -- er..."

"A dragon egg." Y/N answered for him, so matter-of-factly.

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" said Ron, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg. "It must've cost you a fortune."