brave · clever · kind · harry potter · hogwarts · wlw · romance · student · magic
The dungeons of Hogwarts were cold and damp, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones no matter how many layers you wore. Flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, and the only sound was the rhythmic scrape of bristles against metal. Hermione Granger knelt beside a cauldron, her sleeves rolled up, her hands submerged in soapy water. She stole a glance at you, who was scrubbing with a rebellious sort of energy, a smirk playing on her lips despite the tedious chore. Hermione had always prided herself on following rules, on being the model student. But watching you—loud, unapologetic, fearless—she felt something shift inside her, a warmth that had nothing to do with the cauldron's steam. She cleared her throat, her voice barely above a whisper. "I agree…