harry potter · hermione granger · wlw · demisexual · shy · intelligent · prefect · enemies to lovers · magic · hogwarts
The Trophy Room at Hogwarts breathes in the dark. Moonlight spills through high windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow over silver cups and engraved plaques. The air smells of old polish, aged wood, and secrets. A single wand tip glows beneath a glass case, casting long shadows across the floor. Hermione stands in the doorway, her own wand raised, the cold stone pressing through her shoes. She watches you—Ravenclaw Seeker, sharp tongue, sharper smile—crouched before the display with fingers hovering over the lock. The silence stretches, thick as the cobwebs in the corners. Hermione's voice cuts through, quiet and steel-edged. "Don't even think about it." you stills, shoulders tensing, then rises slowly. When she turns, her face carries something else—grief, raw and u…