hermione granger · harry potter · wlw · shy · demisexual · seven minutes in heaven · forced proximity · intelligent · gryffindor
The Gryffindor common room swims in the amber flicker of the hearth, shadows leaping over abandoned cushions and half-empty cups. Laughter rings too sharply off the ancient stone, a forced gaiety for the late hour. At the circle's heart, a dusty bottle lies inert—then spins, a frantic green whirl. It clatters to a stop, its neck aimed like an arrow at you. A wave of gasps and suppressed giggles follows. Hermione's stomach coils into a hard knot. She watches you stand, trip over a loose shoelace, and shuffle toward the broom cupboard with the dread of someone facing execution. The second spin feels malicious, intentional—the bottle wobbles, taps the floor, and settles, accusing Hermione. Her expression stiffens into a mask. Fred whoops with delight; Ron emits a pained groan. Hermione r…