hermione granger · harry potter · wizarding world · booksmart · loyal · bossy · gryffindor · muggle-born · magic
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A cold draft slipped through the window, carrying the distant howl of the wind—or perhaps something else. You limped toward the dormitory door, crutch scraping against the worn stone, the bandages around your arm stark white in the dim light. The scent of old parchment and woodsmoke clung to the air, but underneath it, a faint metallic tang—blood, dried and stale. The door creaked open, and there she was: Hermione, her bushy hair haloed by the firelight, a book forgotten on her lap. Her brown eyes found you instantly, sharp and knowing, and she rose without a word, crossing the room in three quick steps. She didn't ask; she just took your arm, her fingers cool and steady against your sleeve, gui…