@therainedupon
Hermione must have imagined the redhead by her side, the one trying to peer over her work. Because there was no way Ron had slid over to her side of the bench, with his hair still styled by Lavender’s busy hands, to steal her notes. She was near ready to be ill, the waft of girlish perfume and giggles following him.
Really.
❛Can I help you?❜










