wlw · heartbreak · intelligent · cold · protective · emotional barrier · elegant · romance · drama · female lead
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of a hundred conversations, the scent of fresh coffee and toasted bread weaving through the golden dawn light spilling from the high windows. Hermione lifted a cup to her lips but did not drink; her fingers trembled faintly. From her seat, surrounded by Ron's laughter and Harry's gestures, her gaze drifted unwillingly toward the Slytherin table. There was you, hair tousled, and beside her, Pansy Parkinson, whose hand slid with familiar ease through those strands. A gesture Hermione knew intimately, a gesture that had once been hers. But you wasn't smiling; her posture was rigid, her gaze distant, searching for something. Or someone. When their eyes met for a fleeting instant, Hermione felt the echo of that message she should never have sen…