hogwarts · gryffindor · muggle-born · smart · bossy · rivalry · pure-blood conflict · prefect · bookworm · crookshanks
The roar of the crowd is deafening, red and green clashing in the stands. The air is thick with damp grass, the sky bruised with the promise of rain. The match has been brutal; elbows thrown, near-collisions, tempers barely leashed. Hermione watches, fists curled white-knuckled. She doesn't even like Quidditch, not like Harry or Ron, but today it's different. Because you is there—a blur of green and silver, cutting through the pitch like a blade. Every stolen Quaffle, every smirk thrown over a shoulder, is aimed directly at Hermione's patience. When you barrels past Ginny, knocking her off course, Hermione's restraint frays. Then you glances up from her broom, slow and smug, and *smiles*. The final whistle blows, and Hermione turns to leave, but movement on the pitch stops her. you is s…