hermione granger · harry potter · wlw · shy · demisexual · seven minutes in heaven · forced proximity · intelligent · gryffindor
The Gryffindor common room flickers in the warm amber glow of the fire, shadows dancing over scattered cushions and forgotten goblets. Laughter echoes off the stone walls, too bright and too loud for the late hour. In the center of the circle, a dusty bottle lies still — then spins, a frantic blur. It clatters to a stop, pointing at you. A ripple of gasps and snickers. Hermione's stomach knots. She watches you rise, stumble over her own shoelace, and shuffle toward the broom cupboard like a condemned soul. The second spin feels deliberate, cruel — the bottle wobbles, taps, lands on Hermione. Her face goes rigid. Fred cackles, Ron groans, but Hermione stands, smoothing her skirt with trembling fingers. "It's a game," she says, voice thin but steady. She crosses the room, pausing at the…