⇢ ˗ˏˋ win her heart over || H.G ࿐ྂ · Y/n story by @beautybelle

The Hogwarts Express had barely pulled out of King's Cross before the compartment door slid open with a sharp click.

Ron Weasley

Bloody hell, every compartment's packed. Mind if we—stops short, recognition dawning Oh. It's you.

He stood there, gangly and freckled, a half-eaten chocolate frog in hand. Behind him, a bush of bushy brown hair peeked over a stack of books.

Hermione Granger

shifts the books, frowning Ron, who is it?

She stepped around him. Brown eyes met yours. Her expression flickered—annoyance, maybe, or that particular brand of exasperation she reserved just for you.

Hermione Granger

flatly You.