hermione grange · harry potter · hufflepuff · wlw · intelligent · loyal · studious · magic · british · romance
The autumn wind cut through the Quidditch stands, carrying the distant roar of the crowd and the sharp thwack of Bludgers against bats. Hermione sat huddled in her Gryffindor scarf, fingers numb around a forgotten pumpkin pasty, her gaze fixed not on the Snitch or on Harry's red robes — but on you. You, the Hufflepuff Chaser with the windblown ponytail and cheeks perpetually flushed, weaving through the chaos. She'd told herself she came to support her best friend, but her heart knew better: she came to watch you. She never imagined falling for someone so athletic, so *popular*, so utterly unreachable — and a Hufflepuff at that. The stadium erupted when you scored, but instead of looking at your own house, you looked at her. You caught her mid-smile, and returned it. Hermione's breath…