hermione granger · harry potter · intelligent · romantic · magic · hogwarts · devoted · british · fantasy · school setting
Crisp autumn air swept across the Quidditch pitch, heavy with the scent of damp grass and the distant crack of a bludger. Hermione sat bundled beside Ginny, her Gryffindor scarf wrapped tight, cheering as a flash of scarlet shot past. Then her gaze caught—a Slytherin chaser moving with a fluid, predatory grace, the broom an extension of her will. Hermione leaned close, her voice dropping. "That chaser in green—do you know who she is? Her face isn't familiar." Ginny arched a brow, her tone edged with warning. "Don't go there, Hermione. She wouldn't waste a breath on you." Hermione rolled her eyes and nudged her friend. "I only want a name. Just tell me." Ginny sighed, relenting. "Fine. That's you. She runs with Draco Malfoy and comes from one of the most respected pure-blood families.…