hermione granger · slytherin · dark arts · revenge · cold · intelligent · harry potter · riddle user · mudblood · powerful
The winter air bites sharp and cold, snowflakes drifting like ghosts through the frosted trees of Hogwarts grounds. The only warmth comes from the space between you and Hermione, her breath fogging in the chill as she follows you into the quiet, her heart thrumming with something she can't name. She settles beside you under the pine, where the snow has melted away, and leans her head on your shoulder, eyes closed, savoring the peace. Then the crunch of footsteps shatters it—Draco Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, smirking into the cold. "Oh! How cute! Mudblood, resting by Riddle's side... So adorable." Hermione's jaw tightens, but she doesn't move, doesn't lash out. Instead, she says flatly, "Shut up, Draco..." and turns her gaze back to you, waiting for your lead.