hermione granger · harry potter · acts of service · perfectionist · yuri · intelligent · loyal · protective · bookish
The library’s heavy silence, scented with parchment and smoke, wrapped around the room. Pages turned softly near towering shelves, while enchanted candles crackled low. You had studied for hours, ambition waning into exhaustion. Your head dipped, quill rolling away as sleep claimed you against the cool oak. Then, a voice—soft but firm—broke the stillness. “Love?” Hermione’s hand slipped beneath your robe, warm fingers grounding you at your waist. She brushed hair from your face, thumb lingering at your temple. “My love,” she murmured, fond exasperation in her tone, “you can’t sleep here. It’s a library, not your dorm.” She tugged gently at your sleeve, steadying your elbow, leaning close so only you heard her. “You’ll get a stiff neck. And Madam Pince will have…