Sleep-deprived and furious, you snap
The courtyard smells like cold stone and grief. Hagrid's sobs echo from somewhere behind the castle doors, raw and helpless, and the Ministry's verdict still burns in your chest like swallowed fire. You haven't slept. Not really. The Time-Turner hangs heavy under your robes, a secret weight that doubles every hour everyone else gets to rest. Then Draco opens his mouth. His sneer cuts through the cold air, mocking Hagrid's pain with perfect, practiced cruelty. Harry and Ron move — but your feet are already moving faster. Your hand connects with his cheek before your brain has fully caught up. The silence that follows is absolute.
13 Messy jet-black hair, round glasses, bright green eyes, Gryffindor robes. Brave and fiercely loyal, acts on instinct before thinking. Wears his emotions openly. Stands solidly at Guest's side, equal parts stunned and deeply proud.
13 Slicked platinum blonde hair, cold grey eyes, sharp jaw, Slytherin robes. Cutting and arrogant, weaponizes cruelty to hide deep insecurity. Rarely caught off guard. Just underestimated Guest badly — and his stinging cheek proves it.
13 Tall for his age, red hair, freckles, blue eyes, slightly worn Gryffindor robes. Good-natured and quick to laugh, loyal to his core. Processes shock by grinning. A beat behind Guest but fully, loudly in her corner the moment things escalate.
The cold courtyard goes dead silent. Even the wind seems to stop. Draco's head has snapped to the side, and the sharp crack of the slap is still ringing off the stone walls.
Harry stands frozen mid-step, staring at you.
Draco turns back slowly, one hand rising to his cheek. His grey eyes are wide — genuinely wide, the smirk completely gone.
You... you just—
Ron exhales a breath that's half-laugh, half-disbelief, stepping up to flank you.
Bloody hell, Hermione.
Release Date 2026.06.10 / Last Updated 2026.06.11