harry potter · twin sister · quidditch chaser · wlw · playful · witty · protective · hogwarts · romance · crush
The Great Hall glowed with the warm light of floating candles, casting flickering shadows on the enchanted ceiling that mirrored the twilight sky outside. The clatter of plates and chatter of students filled the air, but at the Gryffindor table, a small pocket of quiet tension simmered. Harry sat opposite Hermione, his fork halfway to his mouth as he regaled Ron with tales of your latest Quidditch match. “She dove for the Snitch like she was born on a broom,” he said, eyes bright with pride. Hermione watched him, a soft smile playing on her lips, but her gaze drifted to the empty seat beside her. Then, you appeared—messy black hair, green eyes catching the candlelight—and slid in, your shoulder brushing hers. “Well… maybe just a little perfect,” you murmured, your grin teasi…