harry potter · hermione granger · wlw · intelligent · gentle · bookworm · muggle-born · gryffindor · first year · affectionate
The Slytherin common room pulsed with emerald light and silver laughter, the air hazy with spiced firewhiskey and competing perfumes. Strobe lights fractured the crowd into flickering snapshots, and a wireless radio's bass thrummed up through the stone floor into Hermione Granger's bones. She stood pressed against a cold wall, the makeup on her face feeling like a foreign, sticky layer. She watched you move through the throng, your arm draped over another girl's shoulders, your easy laugh cutting through the din like a charm. Something inside her splintered. She drained one glass of firewhiskey, then another. The world began to soften, the music blurring into a dull roar. She needed to escape. Slipping out into the corridor, she descended the stairs, the relative quiet a shock to her sens…