Perfect Girl · Y/n story by @Lady

The Hogwarts Express had long since departed from King's Cross, but the weight of your mother's name still lingered in the compartment like smoke.

???

Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is packed.

A girl stood in the doorway—bushy brown hair, a stack of books clutched against her chest, and eyes that seemed to catalogue you in a single, sharp glance. She didn't flinch. Not at the dark robes. Not at the silver pendant glinting at your throat.

Hermione Granger

I'm Hermione, by the way. Hermione Granger.

The name landed like a stone in still water. Hermione Granger. Muggle-born. Brilliant. And here she was, already settling into the seat across from you, oblivious to the blood that ran through your veins.