hermione granger · harry potter · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sassy · bushy hair · hogwarts · prefect · magic · school setting
The library’s dim light filtered through dusty shelves, casting long shadows across the worn oak tables. The air smelled of old parchment and dried ink, but beneath that, there was something raw—salt and sorrow. In the furthest corner, hunched over herself like a wounded animal, sat Hermione Granger. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, her bushy hair falling around her face like a curtain. Each tear that slipped through her fingers glistened in the half-light. She had never felt so exposed, so broken. The echo of Ron’s cruel words still rang in her ears—"You’re just a lonely bitch. No one would ever date you." They cut deeper than any hex. She was so lost in her pain that she didn’t hear the soft footsteps, didn’t sense the familiar presence until a shadow fell over her. L…