Consequences [?/? ? ??????????? ?????]

Third-person's view

Slept through everything knowing what happened to them, what do you expect her to do? Join such risky event? No way.

Harry and Ron spilling everything that happened last night, Draco telling them to meet up for the duel but it ended up a trick, they almost got caught by mister flick, found a ginormous three headed dog that is guarding something important under them and now discussing what could it be their protecting.

'They sound like a yapping duck.. so noisy' [Y/N] thought to herself as she yawned.

Her eyes noticed Draco Malfoy who is staring at harry and Ron in surprise, probably because they're still in Hogwarts instead being kicked out.

"What do you think they were hiding [Y/N]?" Ron questioned.

"How would I know?" [Y/N] shrugged.
'It's a philosopher stone.'

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Owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Harry was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel, and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of him.

[Y/N] manage protected her beloved breakfast before it got fling out by the large parcel that the owl rudely dropped.

They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel. Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first
training session.

Professor McGonagall

Harry had difficulty hiding his glee as he handed the note to [Y/N] to read. "A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."

Harry tugged on [Y/N]'s robe, to join him but she shook her head politely and shoo them of with a smile, They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before their first class.

"Are you not tired of being with those two?"

[Y/N] glanced up from her plate to see Hermione scowling, arms crossed as she watched Harry and Ron hurry off with the mysterious parcel.

"Why do you ask?" [Y/N] tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes.

Hermione huffed, clearly exasperated. "Because they never learn! First, sneaking out to that forbidden corridor, and now this? Running off the moment they get a package like it's some top-secret mission? It's obviously suspicious!"

[Y/N] tapped her fingers against the table, lips curving slightly. "Maybe they just want some privacy?"

Hermione scoffed. "Privacy? For what? If it were anything normal, they could've opened it here! But no, instead of being reasonable, they skulk away like—like criminals!" She threw her hands up. "And of course they wouldn't tell me anything. The moment I asked, Ron just went, 'Not now, Hermione,' and dragged Harry away like I wasn't even there!"

[Y/N] smiled, swirling her drink thoughtfully. "Sounds like they didn't want a lecture."

Hermione shot her a glare. "I wasn't going to lecture them!"

[Y/N] gave her a knowing look.

Hermione faltered. "...Well, maybe a little." She straightened her posture. "But only because they always make reckless decisions! And then who has to fix everything when it inevitably goes wrong?"

[Y/N] rested her chin on her hand. "And yet, despite all this, you're still sitting here, fuming about them instead of following."

Hermione opened her mouth, hesitated, then turned slightly pink. "...That's not the point."

[Y/N] chuckled softly before reaching out and ruffling Hermione's bushy hair, much to the girl's surprise. "Relax, Hermione," she said, her voice calm and soothing. "If they were truly up to something dangerous, I'd be the first to drag them back here by the ears. No promises though—"

Hermione scowled, quickly smoothing her hair down. "Still—"

"They probably just don't want to cause a scene," [Y/N] continued, cutting her off gently. "If it were something bad, do you really think Harry would be this careless about it? He knows better."

Hermione pressed her lips together, clearly wanting to argue but unable to find the words.

"And Ron?" [Y/N] added with a small smirk. "Well... Ron is Ron. But he wouldn't let Harry get into too much trouble, would he?"

Hermione sighed, some of the tension in her shoulders easing. "...I suppose not."

[Y/N] leaned back, satisfied. "See? No need to stress. If they come back looking guilty, then you can scold them to your heart's content."

Hermione pursed her lips but finally smiled—just a little. "Fine. But if they are doing something stupid, I will say I told you so."

[Y/N] grinned. "I'd expect nothing less."

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Whoop Whoop! AN EXTRA!?˙⋆✮
⋆ Hermione likes [Y/N] touch, it felt so comforting and warm
⭑ Hermione enjoys being with [Y/N]
⋆ [Y/N]'s cat is on a mission.
⭑ Draco has been glaring at [Y/N] the whole time.

⁸¹⁰ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ.