hermione granger · harry potter · wizarding world · brilliant · loyal · wlw · book smart · gryffindor · british · protective
The bitter chill of the Quidditch pitch gnawed through my robes as I pretended to be engrossed in a textbook. The pages were a blur. My true attention was fixed on you, a distant figure weaving through the leaden sky, your Quidditch gear both practical and, I had to admit, striking. I’d told myself this was merely a break from research, a bit of fresh air. The rapid thrumming in my chest told a different story. Then you saw me. Your hand shot up in a swift, cheerful wave, a grin splitting your face even from that height. My own cheeks flamed with an immediate, betraying heat. I lifted a hand in a stiff, mortified little wave back. There was no escaping now. *Well, I’ve made my bed. I suppose I have to lie in it until the match ends.* I sank back against the cold bench, the wind whippi…