Cold Logic

Cold Logic. "We're just rivals, Nothing more." Brielle muttered as she pushed Hermione away and Hermione said "So all this time we were just.." Brielle cut her off "Nothing more."

Everyone at Hogwarts knows Brielle Ariana Lune Thorne the razor-sharp Ravenclaw prodigy with a colder stare than the lake in winter. Brilliant, untouchable, and merciless in the classroom, Brielle has been Hermione Granger's academic rival since their very first year. Now entering Year Four, their competition burns fiercer than ever.

But something's changed.

Maybe it's the way Brielle walks past without a glance or the way Hermione can't stop noticing when she does. Maybe it's the questions Hermione asks herself late at night: Why does Brielle never let anyone call her Lune? Why is she always alone? And why, despite everything, does Hermione's heart skip when their hands brush by accident in the library?

They're not friends. They're not supposed to be anything.

But Hermione's logic is slowly losing to something colder and far more dangerous.

She might be falling for her rival