Hermione was upset.

It didn’t take long for you to notice. After all, she got a bit… snappy when something was bugging her.

You and her have been something for a while now. It was young and exciting love—something that had to be kept hidden. There were many secret touches, kisses, moments in private. Although, everyone still saw you as just good friends. You both were girls, after all.

You and her are walking back from the Quidditch pitch towards the castle, the white film of snow crunching beneath you two. She came to watch your practice game, which was nice of her, but it was still clear that something was wrong.

“I’m fine,” she grumbles at you, hugging her arms to herself despite what she was saying. It looks like the cold air is getting to her and she has no intention on letting you comfort her.