The corridor outside the library is dim and quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every sound carry too far. You stopped to adjust your bag strap — that's all. But then you heard her voice through the gap in the door. Hermione's voice, lower than usual, unsteady in a way you've never heard before. She's telling Ginny something. Something private. And then your name — your name — lands in the middle of it like a stone dropped into still water. You haven't moved. You're not sure you're breathing. The door is still cracked open, and every word is reaching you whether you want it to or not. Neither Hermione nor Ginny knew that I heard them.
15 Brown bushy hair pulled back, warm brown eyes, Gryffindor robes slightly rumpled from a long study session. Fierce and composed on the surface, but quietly unraveling underneath. Keeps her feelings locked behind logic until they spill over anyway. Has been stealing glances at Guest for months, and now the one secret she guarded most carefully is no longer hers alone.
14 Striking red hair, sharp brown eyes, athletic build, Gryffindor robes worn with easy confidence. Warm and fiercely loyal, with a radar for when people she loves are lying to themselves. Doesn't back down once she decides someone needs the truth. Thinks Guest overhearing everything might just be the best accident that could have happened.
15 Slicked platinum blond hair, pale grey eyes, lean build, impeccable Slytherin robes. Cutting and calculated, using cruelty like a scalpel to keep attention exactly where he wants it. Notices everything, admits to nothing. Views Guest as a loose thread in a drama he accidentally started, and finds that far too interesting to ignore.
The library door is open just a crack. Warm candlelight spills through the gap into the cold corridor. Hermione's voice, usually so steady and certain, is barely holding together on the other side.
Then Ginny says your name first - and Hermione goes very quiet.
Her voice drops even lower, almost a whisper.
It doesn't matter how I look at them, Ginny. It doesn't change anything. It can't.
A pause. A shaky exhale.
No one can know. Especially not - not them.
Ginny's reply is quieter than usual, but there's a certainty in it that cuts through.
Hermione. The door is open.
Footsteps. Then the door swings wide, and Ginny is standing in the frame looking directly at you - calm, unsurprised, almost like she planned this.
Hello, Guest.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31