Fanfic Hermione Novels & Stories

"A southern half-blood." "Her blood doesn't matter. What matters is who she is. She's brave and fierce and kind. She saved my life more times than I can count. She never gave up on me, even when I'd given up on myself." He stood, moving to my side, taking my hand. "The moon chose her for me. I know it. Feel it. And I will not give her up." The hall was silent. Every eye was on us—on me, the half-blood stranger who'd somehow claimed their prince.

It made Olivia trust her, knowing she had someone like bianca beside her. "Good. I guess it's time I gave Hermes another call," Olivia's eyes had a wicked gleam. With Hermes's expertise and help, she could already see herself knowing one of Arielle's deepest and darkest secret. Then, she would put the redhead in her place.

Why had an act so small in the scheme of things seemed so intrusively intimate? “I suppose you need details of our moles and other distinguishing features in case she asks.” “Right now, I can see enough,” he said, causing her cheeks to burn. “Such a pity you didn’t moan, unlike the pretty miller’s daughter.” Hermione stared at her feet, still puce with embarrassment. Was that because of her bared breasts? “You’re mocking me,” she murmured. “Not at all,” he declared, putting a finger under her chin and raising it. “The face isn’t bad, either.”

She yell then head for the exit door. She twist the door knob but turn. "I'll rescue you from this mess little one" she smile cheerfully. All rage gone. Such mood swings she's got. Angry a minute, cheerful the other. It's pretty wierd. But anyways, I've finally gotten a friend. One who attains extra miles for my safety. Hermione since age twelve is my first friend and I'll certainly cherish her. **** Rowan's POV. I return to the location I abandoned the guards and brother Ron's rescurer.

Then he rounded the desk and took a seat at the head of it. Hermione stood frozen for a solid minute, shock washing over her as she mourned the absence of his warm body against hers. When she saw him return to his paperwork like nothing had happened, her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had almost fallen for another one of his tricks. She didn’t even ask for her hair band back. She had plenty of those anyway. Without another word, she quickly scurried out of the room. She reached her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, forgetting her earlier plans to purge her stomach and everything else, for that matter.

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

Now it was almost midnight and I couldn’t stay aloof anymore. I was a hermit used to being on my own for as long as I could remember! Hermione’s presence in my home disturbed me, especially tonight. The red bikini drove Freyr and me wild with desire! Why was she hellbent on breaking me? I didn’t want to lose my restraints and claim Zephyrus’s sister out of all the wolves in the world! Yet my heart thawed at the sight of her burning with fever locked up in her room. No, I didn’t feel a thing for her other than hatred. I just brought her over to my bedroom so I could look after her!

Binding me to him when it was the last thing I wanted. The last thing I had ever wanted. Before I could react, he bent down and picked me up by the back of my torn dress. I bit down on my lip so hard it hurt. Rage burned through me. "What have you just done?" I shouted. "How dare you!" His expression remained completely calm. As though what he had done was perfectly natural. As though he had every right. "Tanya the half-blood." His voice was low. Dangerously certain. "From today onwards, you become my slave and my mate."

She grabbed my chin so hard it felt like she wanted to crush the bone beneath her fingers. “William! Do you have no shame at all? How dare you crawl into another woman’s bed and cheat on me? Are you that desperate for women?” Looking at her furious expression, I only found it absurd. Ignoring the pain shooting through my jaw, I sneered, “You’re the shameless one, Juniper Green. Weren’t you hopelessly in love with Sean in our previous life? Didn’t you hate me for standing between the two of you? Weren’t you the one who personally signed off on the agreement to donate my bone marrow and sent me to my death? So now that I’ve willingly stepped aside and fulfilled your dream of being together, wh

Seemed like I did not need Felix after all. Giving her my most charming smile, I put one finger below her chin and lifted it up until her eyes met mine. "Of course I want to be your friend. You know how I feel. You are Hermione to my Ron and Tonks to my Lupin, how can I ever say no to you?" Mey smiled and when I reached my hand to hold her hand, she did not pull away. And albeit small, it gave me hope. For now, that was enough. * * *