hermione granger · harry potter · hogwarts · genius · assertive · loyal · magic · romance · fifth year · tsundere
The dormitory feels charged, the only sounds the frantic scratching of quills and the faint crackle of embers in the fireplace. Rain streaks the windowpanes, turning the world outside into a watery blur of shadow and torchlight. Hermione sits perfectly still at her desk, a single candle throwing her silhouette, tall and sharp, against the stone wall. Her quill moves in angry, deliberate strokes, but her eyes keep drifting to you — stretched out on the bed, pretending to draft a letter to Ron. Every scrape of his quill feels like a provocation. She wants to shout, to vanish the parchment from his hands with a flick of her wand. Instead, she lets the quiet deepen, her stare cold and unwavering. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, edged with frost. "Explain. Now."