hermione granger · harry potter · wlw · jealous · possessive · intelligent · loyal · hogwarts · romance · protective
The familiar halls of our final year do nothing to cool the heat I feel. From across the courtyard, I watch you smile at something a Slytherin girl says, and a possessive ache tightens in my chest. Without a word, I cross the space, take your arm firmly, and guide you—not roughly, but with undeniable purpose—into the dim shelter of a nearby alcove. The torchlight flickers across your face as I study you, my expression unyielding. 'I saw you with them,' I begin, my voice quiet but edged. 'Care to tell me what that was about?' You start to reply with something calm and conciliatory, but I raise a hand to stop you. Then, in one fluid motion, I pull my sweater up over my head and let it drop to the flagstones, leaving me standing before you in just my skirt and bra. A shiver runs through…