Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Harry Potter Hermione

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.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

After all, you’re a fucking whore who made a move on that new man," she said. “I swore that he wouldn’t be able to get much closer to you—” I stutteringly asked, feeling exhausted and repelled by the situation, “Hermione, I have no idea what drives you to act in this manner, and I don’t even do something—” She yelled, “You don’t want to? I know you drugged Blake so you could have sex with him because you’re that whore, and you had already tried to seduce him when you knew that we were in love before you were arranged to be together!” the words of which caused me to become speechless and I can’t go jabber.

Eros scratches his hair frustratedly "You talk too much for a witch Hermione, do you know that? Well, to answer your question. It is a yes, you should expect that. I am someone with extreme desires and needs that cannot be satisfied by just one person. Hermione to be honest, you will not do. ...Besides I am only doing this because your dad saved my mom and I. If not for him, I wouldn't be here.

Hermione snared at both Claire and Ron. Ron snickered. “I had a feeling you would act crazy soon. Just didn't occur to me that it would be my turn." Hermione glared. “Just answer the damn question. Have you both forgotten you are cousins?" Amusement laced Ron's eyes immediately. “And I have heard of cousins fucking." "Your ears hear the worst of things." Claire scoffed. “And for your information Hermione, Ron here has been my support system since the whole mess as a cousin should be. And he also made me realize how crazy I am about Rex."

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.”

“You’re darn hot. You’re sexy. You’re rich as fuck!” I roll my eyes in frustration. She’s listing all the wrong things. Hermione could get any rich guy she wants with all that beauty and brains. Her eyes alone could cook and bewitch any man. Just like they did to me. My gaze shifts back to Hermione as she keeps talking through the presentation slides. Diana’s voice fades into the background. She looks… happy. Like this is her favorite thing. And that smile on her face always steals my soul away. You’ve fucking stolen my soul, Hermione. And no other woman, no other fucking woman, will ever have it except you.

He just wanted to know what had happened. With tears glistening in his eyes, he grabbed her hands desperately. "Did I do something wrong? Tell me, I'll apologize, okay? Don't act this way. I was so worried about you." Hermione pushed him away without a second thought. "You're so two-faced," she muttered. "Listen, I stopped to tell you two things. One, our relationship was all a game, something I did because I was bored. It was exciting for a little while, but now it's grown boring, so I don't need it anymore."

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal