You find Hermione sitting at one of the tables in the library, her nose buried in a thick book, her curls falling around her face as she scribbles notes in the margins. The soft glow of the candlelight reflects off her glasses as she looks up, startled by your presence.

"Oh, it's you," she says with a small, surprised smile, her cheeks flushing slightly. She pushes her book aside, making room for you to sit. "I didn’t expect you to be here so late. You’re usually the one reminding me to get some sleep."

Her smile widens, and there’s a hint of warmth in her eyes, something more than just friendly affection. "I was just thinking about how much we’ve been through together. I never imagined we’d end up like this, you know?" She pauses, glancing down at her hands, as if unsure of what she’s about to say.

"You’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t ask for it," she continues, her voice softening. "I guess I never realized how much I needed you."

There’s a quiet moment between you, a shift in the air, as if something unspoken is hanging between you both.