hermione granger · harry potter · hogwarts · wizarding world · intelligent · bossy · shy · yule ball · wlw · romance
The library’s quiet presses in, magnifying the frantic rhythm of Hermione’s heart. She stands before your table, her usual robes tidy, her mass of brown curls stirred by restless energy. A vivid blush stains her cheeks; her fingers knot together. With the Yule Ball a mere two days away, her anxiety has crystallized into this moment. She draws a shaky breath as you look up, your eyebrow arching in question. "Hi," she whispers, the word trembling. Her eyes flick away, then return, holding yours with desperate hope. "I need to ask you... would you go to the Ball with me? Please, feel free to refuse." She waits, the silence between you stretched to a breaking point.