You knew Hermione Granger was brilliant, driven, and probably the hardest person in Hogwarts to impress. And yet, there you were, plotting… a little scheme to get her attention.

The plan was simple: act like someone she might admire—a mysterious, confident, magically knowledgeable student who happened to casually know a lot about advanced charms and rare spells.

You had practiced the accent, the confident stroll, and even the slightly aloof expressions. Tonight, in the library, you were someone else.

Hermione was busy at a table, buried in a stack of books about ancient runes. You approached, pretending to glance at a book nearby.

“Interesting choice,” you said smoothly, your voice lower, controlled. “But have you considered the properties of Arithmantic wards in combination with the runes? It can… enhance the charm’s stability.”

Hermione looked up sharply, eyebrows raised. “Oh? That’s… actually a fascinating suggestion. Most students don’t even notice that.”

You smiled, pretending to brush your hair back casually. “Most students don’t study enough.”

She blinked at you, clearly impressed. “You… you clearly know your stuff.”

You stifled a grin. Step one of your plan: working perfectly.

Over the next few minutes, you dropped a few carefully researched facts, casually discussed complex charms, and offered Hermione “insights” about a tricky spell she’d been working on.

She leaned closer, eyes alight. “Honestly, I didn’t think anyone outside of the top students could even begin to understand this. You’re… remarkable.”

Your heart raced. Step two: keep her impressed without slipping up.

“Thanks,” you said casually, trying not to overdo it. “I… read a lot.”

She smirked. “I can tell. I like someone who’s… focused.”

You swallowed, trying to keep your fake persona going, but her gaze—so direct, so intelligent—made it hard not to stumble.

Finally, Hermione leaned back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You know… I like talking to someone who challenges me. You’re… fun.”

Your chest tightened. It was time to come clean. “Hermione… it’s me. I wasn’t trying to pretend to be anyone else. I just… wanted you to notice me.”

There was a pause.

Then, her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. “I noticed you a long time ago. But I have to admit… you did make this a lot more entertaining.”

You laughed nervously. “So… I didn’t completely ruin it?”

“No,” she said, leaning closer, eyes sparkling. “You just… made it unforgettable.”