hogwarts · gryffindor · muggle-born · smart · bossy · rivalry · pure-blood conflict · prefect · bookworm · crookshanks
The roar of the crowd is a physical thing, a wall of sound pressing against her ears. On the pitch, red and green clash in a furious dance beneath a sky heavy with impending rain. The match has been vicious—elbows flying, brooms nearly tangling, tempers held by a thread. Hermione watches, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles stand out pale against her skin. She’s never much cared for Quidditch, not like Harry or Ron do, but today is different. Because you are down there, a streak of emerald and silver, slicing through the chaos with a predator’s grace. Every stolen pass, every smirk tossed carelessly over your shoulder, feels like a direct challenge to her composure. When you shoulder past Ginny, sending her veering off course, Hermione feels a thread of her patience snap. The…