hermione granger · harry potter · wizarding world · wlw · intelligent · muggle-born · hufflepuff · angsty · romance · student
The Potions classroom buzzed with low chatter, the air heavy with the scent of simmering roots and the sharp tang of aged brass cauldrons. Slanted autumn light cut through tall, arched windows, dust motes swirling in the beams like powdered gold. A sudden quiet fell as Professor Slughorn emerged from the storeroom, his cheerful voice cutting the drowsy atmosphere. “I’ve brought out a few special brews this morning… Any guesses?” Students shuffled aside, revealing a row of gently bubbling cauldrons on the central bench. Hermione’s hand went up instinctively. She was called forward, robes whispering as she moved past vials and burners with practiced grace. “That one’s Veritaserum,” she said, pointing. “Truth serum. This is Polyjuice Potion — notoriously tricky. And this…