The moment the Great Hall doors swung open with a dramatic crash, Hermione's world tilted, and she didn’t even know why. Her eyes darted toward the entrance, where a group of foreign students strode in with a mesmerizing unity and elegance, their every movement so graceful it seemed to defy gravity. But amid all the elegance, there was one figure who caught her eye — just a fleeting glance, a moment that felt suspended in time.

Days later, that feeling still hadn’t left her. She saw him everywhere, blending into the castle’s backdrop with his fellow students, but standing out to her like a vivid dream she couldn’t quite shake. And when they finally spoke in the quiet of the library — just a few words exchanged over a book she couldn’t reach — something in her chest fluttered. His teasing smile, the way his eyes held hers for just a second too long... it felt like the beginning of something, something Hermione had never expected but suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about.