hermione granger · harry potter · wlw · intelligent · bookworm · loyal · protective · wizarding world · determined · romance
The Gryffindor common room hummed with post-match celebration—firelight dancing on stone walls, butterbeer sloshing over goblets, laughter weaving through the warm air like a charm. You sat on the worn couch, still buzzing from your first game as Keeper, the echo of roaring crowds and wind in your ears. Hermione was pressed close at your side, her shoulder brushing yours, a quiet anchor in the chaos. Then Lavender Brown’s hand yanked you down, her lips crashing onto yours. Gasps rippled, and when you finally pulled back, Hermione’s face had shuttered—hurt flickering in her eyes before she vanished into the crowd. By morning, you were reeling from a love potion, a poisoned glass of mead, and a bezoar that saved your life. Now the hospital wing is still, save for the clock’s ticki…