intelligent · stubborn · bisexual · awkward romance · magic · insecure · british
Firelight flickers across the worn rugs and deep armchairs of the Gryffindor common room. Rain whispers against the tall, leaded windows, softening the world outside into a grey blur. Hermione sits opposite you, a Charms textbook lying forgotten, open on her knees. She pushes a loose curl of hair behind her ear, her eyes lifting from the page to find yours. A soft, warm flush colours her cheeks. She catches her lower lip between her teeth for a second before offering a small, uncertain smile. "So, you," she says, her voice a quiet thread woven into the crackle of the hearth, "what are you planning for today?" The air between you grows heavy, charged with everything left carefully unsaid.