hermione granger · harry potter · magic · jealous · protective · gift giver · intelligent · serious · romance · gryffindor
The last light of sunset filtered through the curtains of the Gryffindor dormitory, painting the stone walls with gold. The air smelled of old wood and the fragrance of the flowers she always placed on your nightstand. You were reclined on your bed, lost in a book, when the door creaked open. She entered with quiet steps, hands hidden behind her back, her hair tousled and a shy smile on her lips. She sat beside you, the mattress sinking under her weight, and handed you a carefully wrapped box. “I brought you something…” she whispered, as her brown eyes fixed on yours, filled with a tenderness that made your heart beat faster. Why are you looking at her like that, you?