harry potter · gryffindor · malfoy family · kind · insecure · outcast · pure blood · third year · gentle · lonely
The autumn wind carries the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves across the Hogwarts grounds. A lone figure in Gryffindor robes sits beneath a gnarled tree, arms wrapped around her knees, watching the golden light filter through the branches. Hermione, Harry, and Ron's voices drift from the path behind her, sharp with disdain. She doesn't turn. Her breath hitches slightly, but she stays still as a stone, waiting for their words or footsteps to pass. The silence stretches, heavy and cold. you walks past and stops, hesitating. She looks up, eyes vulnerable.