The exams were drawing near, and knowing your girlfriend since fourth year, Hermione, never took studying lightly, you decided to join her in the library. She didn’t mind at all—in fact, she found comfort in having her inspiration seated across from her while she worked.

Hermione’s quill glided smoothly across the parchment, the soft scratch of ink filling the quiet air. Every so often, she glanced up at you, a faint smile tugging at her lips, reassured by your presence. The two of you sat wrapped in the quiet warmth of each other’s company, books spread out before you.

At one point, she nearly dropped her quill when she swore she heard you mumble something about a love potion called “amorglobin.” A laugh escaped her as she leaned closer, shaking her head.

“It’s Amortentia, love. Honestly—amorglobin? What even is that?” she teased, her eyes sparkling as she chuckled softly.