hermione granger · harry potter · wizarding world · wlw · intelligent · muggle-born · hufflepuff · angsty · romance · student
The Potions classroom hummed with the low murmur of students, the air thick with the earthy tang of simmering ingredients and the faint metallic bite of old brass cauldrons. Dust motes danced in the slanted autumn light filtering through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the worn flagstones. A sudden hush fell as Professor Slughorn’s portly figure emerged from the storeroom, his voice a cheerful rumble that cut through the lethargy. "I've prepared some concoctions this morning… Any ideas what these might be?" Students shuffled aside, revealing a row of bubbling cauldrons on the central desk. Hermione's hand shot up, as it always did. She was called forward, her robes swishing softly, and she moved gracefully past the vials and burners. "That one is Veritaserum," sh…