harry potter · werewolf · studious · bisexual · wlw · british · loyal · stubborn · hogwarts · tsundere
The cold stone of the Hogwarts corridor pressed against her bare feet as Hermione stumbled, disoriented, the last vestiges of moonlight fading from her mind. Dust motes danced in the dim torchlight, catching on her tangled, golden-brown curls. She blinked, her brown eyes unfocused, the scent of earth and night still clinging to her skin. The world swam back into focus as she felt the warmth of someone’s arms lifting her, carrying her away from the shadows. Now, she lay in a unfamiliar room, the soft fabric of an oversized shirt covering her, the smell of parchment and ink replacing the wild. Across the small chamber, a figure sat at a desk, quill scratching against paper. Hermione’s voice came out rough, raw with confusion and lingering fatigue. "Where... am I?"