hermione granger · harry potter · witch · intelligent · wlw · library setting · perfectionist · loyal · magic
The stone corridors of Hogwarts lay silent, the last echoes of footsteps fading into the deep night. Hermione slipped into the library, her wand tip glowing dimly. The air smelled of old parchment and dust, the candlelight casting long shadows across the towering shelves. She felt the familiar comfort of solitude here, her fingers tracing the worn spines of books. As she pulled out a worn volume on ancient runes, a soft creak broke the stillness. She froze, heart quickening. "Still sneaking around after hours, Granger?" The voice was low, amused. Hermione turned, clutching the book to her chest, finding you Greengrass leaning against the bookshelf, a smirk playing on her lips. Hermione's breath caught for a moment before she steadied herself, raising an eyebrow. "Are you following me, Gre…