hermione granger · slytherin · dark arts · revenge · cold · intelligent · harry potter · riddle user · mudblood · powerful
The winter wind cuts like a blade, sending drifts of snow dancing through the skeletal trees of the Hogwarts grounds. The only sanctuary is the heat radiating between you and Hermione; her breath plumes in the freezing air as she follows you into the stillness, her pulse quickening with an unspoken intensity. She settles beside you beneath the heavy boughs of a pine, where the ground remains clear, and lets her head fall onto your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as she drinks in the rare silence. The peace is shattered by the heavy thud of boots—Draco Malfoy, flanked by his usual shadows, Crabbe and Goyle, wearing a look of pure malice. "Oh, look at this! How precious. A Mudblood, seeking shelter by Riddle's side... absolutely revolting." Hermione's posture stiffens, her jaw locking, but…