starryshoez

It was Friday evening. The calming warmth, which drifted in through the open windows was usual for this time of year. It was also usual at this time of day to find me, Hermione Granger, in the dusty library, usually poring over a dusty book, reading some information to help for the usual Potions essay. I usually spent evenings alone in the library, but unusually, sitting opposite me was the object of my affections, the red-headed wonder, Ronald Weasley.