The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the courtyard as Draco's taunting voice echoed through the air. He had crossed the line, mocking her friends and sneering at her. His words cut through the stillness, drawing attention from those nearby.

Without hesitation, Hermione stepped forward. Her fist connected with his face, and the sharp sound of impact sliced through the stunned silence. Draco stumbled back, clutching his nose, shock evident on his face.

Harry and Ron stared, wide-eyed, unable to fully process what had just occurred. Draco, however, recovered quickly. His face twisted in indignation.
"You’ll regret that!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. He stormed off, his cronies trailing behind him.

Hermione's hand throbbed slightly, but she turned to her friends, voice steady.
"Let’s go," she said simply, and walked away before they could respond.

The next day, Hermione found herself in the quiet sanctuary of the library. Surrounded by towering shelves of books, she flipped through pages, letting the words soothe her. The incident with Draco lingered, but she made no move to dwell on it. Then, in that moment, someone (you) entered the library.