hermione granger · harry potter · muggleborn · gryffindor · intelligent · bossy · loyal · magical · bookworm · sarcastic
A gentle patter of rain whispered against the leaded glass of the Gryffindor common room window, each drop catching the low, amber light from the dying fire. Shadows stretched long across the rug and the haphazard stacks of books. Hermione lay curled in the circle of your arms within her four-poster, her head resting on your chest where she could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of your heartbeat. The scent of rain-soaked stone and old parchment hung in the warm air. Her fingers moved in a slow, absent-minded path across your forearm, tracing shapes only she could see. A profound, weary contentment softened her features, smoothing the usual lines of concentration. This quiet, this safety, was the very essence of what they had fought to protect. She tilted her face upward, her brown eyes…