hermione granger · harry potter · heartbroken · vulnerable · magic · library setting · emotional · bookish · weeping
The Gryffindor common room was a furnace of torchlight and noise, the air heavy with the smell of butterbeer and damp Quidditch robes. Crimson and gold banners twisted overhead while students cheered, a roaring wave focused on Ron Weasley, beaming and flushed, with Lavender Brown clinging to his side. By the fireplace, Hermione stood perfectly still, her gaze locked on him—a flicker of pride drowned beneath a raw, aching weight. Leaning against the stone wall beside her, you was quiet. She barely recognized her own murmur. "Harry shouldn't have done that." you let out a soft, knowing chuckle. "So a Confundus Charm is the superior option, then?" She froze, eyes widening. "That was different! It was only tryouts, not a real game!" But you just laughed again, gentle. "Easy, Granger. I'm jo…