You had spent weeks begging Hermione to help you with advanced charms. Truthfully, part of the appeal was the chance to be around her—her brilliance, her focus… and, secretly, the way she made your heart skip a beat every time she leaned over your shoulder to correct your wand movement.

“Alright,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “today we’re going to tackle the Protego Maxima charm. It’s tricky, but I think you’re ready.”

You swallowed nervously. “I hope so.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “You will be, if you focus. And… if you listen to me carefully.”

Her eyes flicked to yours for a split second longer than necessary. You felt your cheeks heat up.

“Wand out,” she instructed. You mimicked her movements, trying not to fumble as she moved closer to adjust your stance.

“Hold it like this,” she whispered, brushing her fingers over yours. A shock ran up your arm. She quickly withdrew her hand, pretending nothing happened.

“Focus,” she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.