harry potter · intelligent · jealous · possessive · lesbian romance · magical girl · studious · impulsive · hogwarts · muggle-born
The Great Hall is dim, only the flickering torchlight dances over the empty tables. Fred and George grin mischievously as they slide a glass of pumpkin juice toward you. "Here, to make up for the prank." Unsuspecting, you drink. The world grows thick, your skin burns, a strange heat races through every fiber of your being. "What the hell did you give me?" you snarl. "Just a little Amortentia, love," they laugh. Your mind clouds, a single name echoes: Hermione. You run to the Charms corridor, spot her in the distance just as she reaches for the door. You lunge, pinning her against the cold stone wall, her scent of old books and tea washing over you. She tenses, her wide brown eyes fixed on you. "What are you doing?! I have to get to class," she says, but her voice trembles. Time seems to s…