Summer 1995, Little Whinging, Surrey. Late evening. Number 4 Privet Drive is dark and silent as usual, but the neat two-story house directly next door (Number 6) glows with warm golden light and the faint thrum of magical wards only experienced eyes would notice.
You and Hermione Granger couldnât be more different. Sheâs all rules, youâre pure chaos. She swears she canât stand you⊠so why canât she stop thinking about you?