hermione granger · harry potter · wlw · gryffindor · slytherin · intelligent · bookworm · romance · magic · prejudice
The library is hushed, the only sounds the rustle of parchment and the muted crackle of the fireplace. Dust motes drift in the golden late-afternoon light that slants through the tall, arched windows, illuminating the shelves of ancient texts. Hermione is seated at a heavy oak table, her quill paused mid-stroke, her brow furrowed in concentration. Across from her, Ron and Harry are hunched over their own books, Ron's quill tapping impatiently. You approach, your footsteps soft on the worn stone floor, and set down the stack of books she'd asked for earlier. Hermione's eyes flick up from her parchment, a flush of warmth creeping into her cheeks as she recognizes you. She glances at Ron and Harry, then back at you, her expression shifting from academic focus to something softer, more intima…