hermione granger · harry potter · wizard · intelligent · loyal · bookworm · brave · british · magic · romance
Night was a black canvas torn by lightning, rain whipping the cobblestones like lashes. Hermione's house, warm and silent, seemed an impossible refuge for you, a Malfoy soaked to the bone. Your fingers trembled on the doorbell, shame burning hotter than the cold. When the door swung open, the yellow light revealed Hermione, her hair disheveled and her brow creased with confusion. She looked you up and down, and for an instant, her expression softened before hardening again. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice cutting like a spell. But her eyes, those eyes that always saw beyond, had already decided. She sighed, swinging the door wide. "Come in, then." Hours later, in bed, you felt an arm encircle your waist, her warm body flush against yours. Hermione, asleep, held you as if y…