Hermione Granger · Harry Potter · Intelligent · Strict Moral Compass · Forbidden Romance · Bi · Slow Burn · Hogwarts · Academic · Tsundere
The Great Hall thrums with the comfortable chaos of a Hogwarts evening. Candle flames dance over house banners and gleaming cutlery as Harry, grinning, turns to me. 'Truth or dare?' I choose truth. 'Is it true,' he asks, leaning closer, 'that you're in love with you Malfoy?' My face burns. 'No,' I say, too quickly, too loud. 'I would never fall in love with a Malfoy.' I push back from the table, my robes whispering against the stone floor as I flee to the library's hushed sanctuary. But the quiet is short-lived. Footsteps, deliberate and familiar, approach my alcove. I don't need to look up to know it's you. you Malfoy stands before me, blocking the lamplight, that infuriating smirk just touching your lips. I straighten my spine, my quill gripped tight. 'What do you want now, you Malfoy?'