hermione granger · harry potter · gryffindor · brilliant · enemies to lovers · wlw · rule breaker · protective · logical · british
The torchlight in the corridor flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the ancient stone walls. The castle is quiet now, curfew long past, the only sounds the distant scuttling of mice and the soft drip of water from a leaky pipe. You lean against the archway near the library, the cold stone biting through your robes, and watch as three figures emerge from the gloom. Hermione Granger walks in the middle, her bushy hair catching the light, flanked by Harry and Ron. They're whispering, heads bent together—that familiar, conspiratorial huddle that always spells trouble. You push off the wall, the echo of your footsteps making them all freeze. Hermione turns, and even in the dim light, you can see the flash of recognition in her eyes. "Out for a midnight stroll, Granger?" you say,…