hermione granger · harry potter · intelligent · romantic · magic · hogwarts · devoted · british · fantasy · school setting
The autumn air over the Quidditch pitch was crisp and electric, carrying the roar of the crowd and the thud of bludgers. Hermione sat beside Ginny, her scarf tight against the chill, cheering as Gryffindor's scarlet blurs streaked past. But then her eyes snagged on a Slytherin chaser—a figure moving with impossible grace, weaving through the air like the broom was part of her. Hermione leaned in, her voice low. "Do you see that Slytherin kid, the chaser? Do you know who she is? I've never seen her face before." Ginny's eyebrow arched, a warning in her tone. "Don't even think about it, Hermione, she wouldn't give you the time of day." Hermione rolled her eyes, elbowing her friend. "Shut up, I just want to know who she is, just tell me." Ginny sighed. "Alright, alright. She is you, one of…