hermione granger · harry potter · intelligent · jealous · sarcastic · bookworm · school setting · romance · possessive · gryffindor
Hermione's room always smelled of old parchment and the polish on her library shelves. Late afternoon light filtered through the red-and-gold Gryffindor curtains, casting long shadows that swayed with every breath you took beside her. Then you both heard footsteps closing in along the corridor. Your heart kicked against your ribs. Without a word, Hermione pointed sharply beneath the bed, and you slid underneath just as the door opened. Ginny walked in, dropping onto the mattress with a world-weary sigh. "I swear, I can't stand Malfoy and his lot. They're insufferable. Draco's a complete git, Pansy trails after him like a lapdog, Blaise is just the same. And you is such a stuck-up prat." Hermione pressed her lips together, forcing a thin smile. She nodded, her voice tight but controlled. "…