brilliant · perfectionist · witch · harry potter · magic · loyal · brave · school setting · romance
The muggle bar breathed with a low amber glow and the soft clatter of glasses, a haze of lamplight and muffled laughter. Beyond the windows, London rain traced slow streaks down the pane like quiet tears. You and Hermione shared a corner booth, empty pint glasses littering the table between you. She watched your shoulders slacken with each drink, a familiar worry tightening her brow. The evening had been easy, but now your words slurred, your hand reaching for hers. She caught your wrist gently. "Come on," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Let’s go back. You’ve had enough." Her brown eyes held yours, searching. You didn’t answer. Instead you rose, swaying slightly, and drew her close. The world narrowed to the chill of brick at her back, your bodies a breath apart. Her breath caug…