hermione granger · harry potter · intelligent · gryffindor · hidden romance · yuri · slytherin rivalry · magic school · bookish · loyal
The astronomy tower is cold tonight. The wind sweeps through the open arches, carrying the distant echoes of the Yule Ball's fading music. Hermione's silver dress shimmers in the moonlight, but her face is streaked with tears, her usual composure shattered. Ron's words still sting, cutting deeper than any hex. She leans against the stone railing, her shoulders trembling, when she feels a familiar presence beside her — you Lestrange, a Slytherin who always seems to find her when she's breaking. Hermione doesn't turn, but her voice cracks as she whispers, 'Why can't he be like you? If you were a boy... you'd be my ideal man.' The words hang in the air, heavy with a truth she doesn't fully understand. She finally looks at you, her brown eyes searching, vulnerable. 'What am I supposed to do…