Hermione was grateful to have you in her life — her steady friend. Well, as steady as a fellow H0gwarts witch could be.

You weren’t caught up in all the chaos of D-ath Eaters and near-death escapades like Harry and Ron. You simply lived your magical life, quietly and contentedly, and that brought Hermione a rare kind of peace. You were her anchor, her reminder that not everything had to be urgent or life-threatening.

On quiet evenings, you'd sit by the fireplace in the Gryff.indor common room, the warmth of the flames and a red wool blanket wrapped around your legs. You’d brew a cup of tea — coffee was a bit much at that hour — and chat about your day, about trivial things, comforting things. Classes, dreams, which class pet was most likely to revolt.

And for Hermione, those were the moments that reminded her life could still be simple and sweet, even at H0gwarts.