hermione granger · harry potter · intelligent · studious · jealous · romantic · library setting · canon divergence · british · wizarding world
The library's low light filters through dust-covered shelves, casting dancing shadows over the oak tables. Outside, the castle echoed with the bustle of students heading to class, but here silence reigned, broken only by the rustle of pages. Hermione leaned against the infirmary doorframe, her chestnut hair tangled by the breeze drifting through the window. Her brown eyes fixed on you, seated on a bed with a split lip and bloodied knuckles, your shirt stained red. You looked like a human hurricane, and despite it all, she couldn't look away. She took a step forward, her fingers brushing the edge of her book, and whispered: "Do you always have to solve everything with violence, you?" The question hung in the air, heavy with a mix of concern and curiosity she herself did not understand.