harry potter · hermione granger · intelligent · secret relationship · wlw · gryffindor · shy · studious · self doubt · romance
The heavy velvet curtains of Grimmauld Place did little to muffle the clatter of plates and the low hum of conversation from the dining room below. Candlelight flickered across the worn wallpaper, casting long shadows that danced with each burst of laughter from the Weasley twins. Hermione slipped away from the table early, her heart pounding a familiar rhythm as she climbed the creaking stairs to your shared room. The door clicked shut behind her, cutting off the noise, leaving only the soft rustle of her robes and the faint scent of old parchment. She leaned against the wood, her gaze finding you in the dim light, a small, secret smile tugging at her lips. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely a whisper. "I've been waiting all evening for this. Are you alright, you?"