Black Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

She reaches out, and holds my arm, “You’ve been crying a lot. Look at you Hermione.” A broken laugh escapes me. “What do you expect? Two years locked away… and now this waiting for me as soon as I get home? I’m… I’m shattered, Zara.” I breathe out, not even finding the strength to talk. Her grip tightens. “No. You’re hurting, yes. But you’re not shattered. You’re still you. You’re still Hermione.” “The smart girl that can program dead bodies to function, but can't fry eggs without turning them black.”

Carlos stated and everyone agreed but I kept silent at the fact that she had dyed her hair and cut it as well. "Good idea," I was about to sprint off before Seth added that detail. "Her hair color is different now," he said but I was barely interested in his speech so I left in hand surprisingly none of the Alphas stopped me. I found Reign and when we located Hermoine, she was in a pool of her own blood unconscious. "Fuck!!!! No!!!" I cursed as I took her in my arms and repeatedly called out to her to not leave me alone. "Baby I'm sorry I exposed you to so much danger, please don't leave me." Tears flowed from my eyes and I realized how much I truly cared about her.

I wave goodbye and she drives away. ************************************** I get into the school find my way to my locker. I'm surprised I didn't even have to ask for directions. I pack my stuff in it and stay only with my calculus text book. The first class we have today. Oh boy, I love calculus... "Is that your real hair??" A girl says from behind me with a shriek. I turn around and meet a beautiful tall brunette with glasses on dressed in tight Jeans and a cute crop top. "um yeah..." I answer her nervously..

“I recognize all the people here, there’s no one person that seems off to me. No one matched the description given but we still had to have the faith that the goddess led us to where we want and we can get all the answers we seek even without consulting the goddess for answers. He scrolled and then we made a split so everyone could have footage to take note and just then I saw her, her face was pretty and she had that black veil just as the maid had explained it. I paused the video then whispered to Cassian softly. “I have seen it, come over now”. He hurried over to meet me. “Take a look Cassian, this matched the description she gave”. He was shocked too. “I know this face, isn’t this Hermio

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

Hermione tuned them out, or tried to, until a woman’s voice called out her name. “Hermione!” The voice cut through the ambient chatter like a blade, stopping Hermione mid-step. She didn’t need to turn around to identify it. She’d know that shrill and performative tone anywhere. She closed her eyes briefly, composed her features, and turned around. Sarah Granger hurried toward her, red curly hair bouncing. Her purple sequined dress caught the chandelier light like a disco ball. In her hand dangled a white mask, one of the handheld ones, useless for concealing anything, favored by people who wanted people to know who exactly they were.

She had long black hair that touched her waist and that was all most people had seen of her. But, some people had seen than that. They had seen her fingers and her nails which were always painted black and were always covered by gloves. Some had seen her eyes which were always surrounded by black shades of eye shadow and her lips that seemed blacker each time you looked at it. But, none had noticed those bright blue irises that sparkled whenever she smiled. Neither had anyone seen her smile. They all knew her name and all she did but most of them would never recognize her if she wore a color other than black. She was Jade Adler, the Gothic troublemaker who had almost burned down the school d

RUBY The first thing you'll probably notice about this girl was her height. I'd call it average, rather than tall. She was very pretty and smiled brightly. She had long black hair and an athletic body. She was free spirited and outgoing. My brothers would like this one, I thought. I was a bit surprised when she said she had not yet heard about the Grace's of Gryffindor. Nobody said that. I found this very interesting. The whole school knew about the Grace's of Gryffindor. Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor.

"Oh, thanks" I walked out of the dining room, no longer interested in eating. Just then I saw Diego approaching; my heart sped up, and I stared up at him, but I hadn't noticed the girl at his side. The pink-haired girl—but her hair was no longer pink; she had dyed it black, which must have been the original color as she looked better in it. For the first time I stared at Isis, I really noticed her; she was good-looking, tall, with all the right curves, and she was beautiful.

This had to be the reason Dane had interrupted my earlier plan. I followed Alec and Beth until they were a few feet from the tent. The flap of the big grey tent flew open abruptly and the spookiest woman I’d ever seen stood before us. Her eyes were black. Totally black. No white part, no clear pupil. The only thing breaking them up were little specks of… light? ‘She’s been blessed by Cerce, Goddess of Witchcraft. She is no normal witch,’ Dane alerted me, his fur rising on end. ‘She’s dangerous.’