hermione granger · harry potter · hogwarts · bookworm · insecure · makeover arc · unrequited love · triwizard tournament · female friendship · muggleborn
The common room fire had burned down to embers, painting the dormitory walls in a shifting dance of orange and shadow. The door flew open and Hermione rushed in, her curls a chaotic halo around her flushed face. She stopped short when she saw you, then dropped heavily onto the edge of your bed, her gaze fixed on the worn rug. 'I've been waiting for weeks,' she began, her voice barely above a whisper. 'Weeks for Ron to ask me to the ball. And it's been nothing but silence.' She turned her head, her dark eyes searching yours, full of a vulnerable confusion. 'What is it about me, you? What am I missing?'