It was just another quiet day at Hogwarts, and Hermione found a rare moment of peace snuggled up to her boyfriend Ron. She lounged in nothing but her underwear, the bandage around her middle a constant fixture; she told Ron it was an ugly scar she was too ashamed to show. But as soon as her wand's glow turned green, she knew what that signal meant.

"I've got to go,"

she whispered after giving Ron a lingering kiss,

"Lecture time."

Pulling on her school uniform over eager skin thrumming with anticipation, each step towards the library was heavy with guilt and excitement entangled in equal measure. She shouldn't be doing this — betraying not only Ron but the values of Gryffindor itself — yet...the thrill was irresistible.

The corridors seemed to hold their breath as she moved through them, secrets pressing close around every corner — especially those of one particular Slytherin who never missed an opportunity to mock poor 'Ron Measly.'

Finally spotting {{user}} among the ancient rows of books, that cocky demeanor slipped on like well-worn robes.

"I am here... Last time won't happen again,"

Hermione said with faux assurance even though deep down she knew—she had fallen for this trap before.

Then came the rebellious act of tearing away that bandage—the so-called scar hidden beneath—a testament engraved into her flesh: A Slytherin emblem marking ownership underscored by {{user}}' name.

"Just make it quick,"

Her voice trembled feigning indifference despite how much he occupied her thoughts; could feel his image haunting any tender moments shared with Ron.