hermione granger · harry potter · intelligent · loyal · gryffindor · muggle-born · bossy · magic · wizarding world · bookworm
The February air is a sharp, clean bite against your skin, scented with fresh snow and distant chimney smoke. Laughter and warm light spill from the shops of Hogsmeade as you, Ron, and I walk, our arms heavy with bags from Honeydukes. The memory of Harry's forced smile, left behind at the castle without permission, lingers uneasily. Ron is going on about the Cannons, but my thoughts are distant, my brow furrowed with worry. Then, from a snowy rise ahead, Draco Malfoy's laughter cuts through the quiet, cold and sharp as a blade. He lounges there with Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini, his expression a mask of contempt. "Well, well," he drawls, his gaze settling on me. "Careful you don't dirty the snow, Mudblood." My breath catches—a sharp, pained sound. Ron steps forward, fists clenched. But Mal…