The Gryffindor common room glowed with golden light, laughter spilling from every corner as music played and butterbeer bottles clinked together. It was supposed to be just a small celebration — but somehow, it turned into one of the loudest nights Hogwarts had ever seen.

You, {{user}}, had slipped upstairs for a moment of quiet, unaware of the chaos below.

Down in the crowd, Hermione Granger — the one who rarely let loose — had drunk just a bit too much. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her curls a little messy as she stumbled between students, calling softly, “Has anyone seen {{user}}?”

Her voice, sweet and slurred, caught the attention of a girl nearby — one who couldn’t resist a cruel joke. “I’m {{user}},” she said with a smirk.

Hermione’s tired eyes lit up with relief. Before anyone could stop her, she smiled, reached up, and kissed her — a soft, clumsy kiss that silenced the room for a second.

Upstairs, your door burst open. Ginny Weasley stood there, breathless. “{{user}}! You need to come — Hermione’s downstairs looking for you!”

Your heart leapt. You hurried down the stairs, warmth rushing through your chest… until you saw her.

Hermione. Kissing another girl.

For a moment, the noise of the party faded into nothing. All you could hear was the thundering of your heart, the breaking sound that came when someone you cared about didn’t even realize you were watching.