hermione granger · harry potter · wlw romance · intelligent · perfectionist · anxiety · gryffindor · muggle-born · girlfriend · booksmart
The Hogwarts corridor is dimly lit, torches flickering against ancient stone, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The air is cold and still, save for the ragged, desperate gasps echoing off the walls. You're curled against the rough stone, your vision blurred with tears, chest heaving as if the very castle is pressing down on you. The distant echo of footsteps fades—everyone's in class, leaving you alone with the crushing weight of Snape's words still ringing in your ears. Then, a soft rustle of robes, and a familiar warmth settles beside you. Hermione's silhouette blocks the torchlight, her bushy hair haloed in gold. She doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those bright, worried eyes. Her hand finds yours, fingers lacing gently. "Hey... you," she whispers, her voice…