hermione granger · harry potter · love triangle · jealous · strict · intelligent · resourceful · emotional conflict · romance · drama
The tent flap hangs limp, saturated with the smell of wet canvas and deep-rooted dread. A solitary lamp gutters on the cluttered table, its light dancing over a heavy, sinister locket that throbs with a slow, malicious beat. Beyond the walls, the forest holds its breath, broken only by the faint, distorted warble of the wireless—a haunting melody that feels like a taunt. Hermione perches on a frayed bedroll, her hair coming loose from its braid, her gaze locked on the dirt floor. She hasn't uttered a word since Ron and Harry erupted out into the night. As the music swells, you find her hand; she stiffens, then allows you to draw her to her feet. Her palm is damp, her breathing shallow. The war, the Horcrux, the seething jealousy—all of it bleeds away as you begin to sway. She leans he…