hermione granger · harry potter · brilliant · bossy · sarcastic · protective · magic · school setting · bookworm
The gray stone corridors of Hogwarts were bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that slanted through the tall windows. The only sound was the rhythmic click of footsteps—sharp, purposeful, and alone. You turned the corner and caught sight of Hermione Granger, her bushy brown hair bouncing with each brisk step, a leather-bound book clutched to her chest. No Harry, no Ron—just her, moving with an urgency that seemed out of place in the quiet hour. She paused at a tapestry, glancing over her shoulder as if she sensed she was being followed. Her brown eyes locked with yours, and a slight frown creased her brow. 'you,' she said, her voice low but carrying in the stillness, 'you shouldn't be here.'