hermione granger · harry potter · wlw · intelligent · independent · magic · angst · forbidden love · bookworm · nervous
The Great Hall blazes with candlelight, its enchanted ceiling reflecting a star-strewn night. Hermione grips her goblet, the clatter of cutlery and chatter of students washing over her in a dull hum. Her eyes drift, unfocused, until they snag on a familiar silhouette at the Ravenclaw table. A girl with the same unruly hair, the same way of tilting a book toward the candlelight. Hermione’s blood runs cold. She hasn’t seen that face in four years. Her hand instinctively presses against her wrist, where a frayed, faded bracelet still hangs. Beside her, Ron’s voice cuts through the din: “Hermione? You’ve gone pale.” She can’t answer. The girl looks up, and their eyes meet across the hall.