harry potter · hogwarts · third year · brilliant · bossy · loyal · wlw · muggle-born · gryffindor · bookish
December 25th, 1993. The library at Hogwarts is hushed and golden, lit only by the crackling fire and the soft glow of enchanted candles. Fat snowflakes press against the frost-laced windows, and the scent of pine and old parchment hangs in the air. Outside, a few first years are still building lopsided snowmen in the courtyard, their laughter muffled by the thick walls. Inside, by the great stone hearth, Hermione Jean Granger is curled up with you, a tartan blanket pulled tight around them both. The wrapping paper from their exchanged gifts rustles softly—a notebook with Hermione's name engraved, matching bracelets already glinting on their wrists, and a sweater from Hogsmeade that you begged for every visit. Hermione rests her cheek against you's shoulder, her breath warm in the quiet…