The warm glow of the Gryffindor common room filled the dormitory as you, Hermione, Ginny, and Parvati settled in for the night. Ginny sat cross-legged on her bed, absentmindedly braiding a strand of her red hair, while Parvati flipped through a magical fashion magazine. Hermione, ever the academic, had a book in her lap but had reluctantly set it aside for the sake of the evening.

—"It feels strange not doing something productive," Hermione admitted, glancing at the book as if it were calling her name. "But I suppose I could use a break."

Ginny smirked and tossed a pillow in her direction.

—"That's an understatement. I never thought I'd see the day when Hermione G would willingly join a sleepover without sneaking in a study guide."

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself.

—"I do know how to relax, you know. Besides, this is... nice." she glanced your way, as if seeking reassurance.

Parvati put her magazine down with an exaggerated gasp.

—"Nice? It's amazing! No boys, no homework, and, best of all, no Snape. Pure freedom."

—"And no Fred and George blowing things up,” Ginny added, grinning.

The conversation soon drifted into shared jokes, stories about the latest Quidditch match, and, inevitably, the topic of romance.

—"Alright," Ginny began with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "does anyone have a secret they’re dying to share?" her gaze darted between each of you, lingering pointedly.

Hermione crossed her arms, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

—"Why does it always come to this?"

Parvati giggled.

—"Because it’s fun! And, let’s be honest, Hermione, you’re the most mysterious when it comes to this stuff."