Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Harry Potter Hermione

According to the books, Diana’s eyes were dark. “So what you’re telling me, is that I’m a reincarnation of someone long dead?” Hermione asked, looking offended. “Not exactly a reincarnation. I’d say you are going to be used as a host or something, cos you’re different from her, your heart is kinder”, Lang Lang replied, looking thoughtful. "Or do you have dreams of a past life or something?" “None that I can think of,” Hermione said. Withholding the dream she had in her kitchen and not knowing why.

Since Hermione’s leg injury had just healed, she could not move properly yet. In addition, her cultivation base was initially inferior to Ynes’, so how could she be a match for Ynes? Alex hurriedly intervened and blocked Ynes. He turned around and asked Hermione. “Do you know her?” Hermione had Alex’s help, so she stood fearlessly behind him and said, “Of course I know her. She thinks she’s some kind of Holy Maiden and is full of herself. She’s waiting for a good offer so that she can sell herself for a good price!”

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

He fired back. “C’mon. How isn’t it any of my business? The last time I checked, I was your sister, and that means I will be the godmother to my little cousin.” “And the last time I checked, you haven’t even brought home a responsible man.” She quieted down, a smug expression on her face. Hermione wasn’t someone to give up so easily, and I knew she was coming back. “Says the man who sent out his own wife to chase another love. At least my man doesn’t do that.” She sneered.

' his voice was sounding in my head as he went head on like a lunatic to face purely dark and undefeatable magic. I closed my eyes and concentrated like Elara had thought me to do. I had to win this. I needed my mate by my side. The young girls words came sounding again. "Hermione is the least of your worries at the moment. Every gift of life is in your bare hands." She had touched my hands and I felt our souls twine into one. I willed myself to be in that moment again and just like magic, I felt myself become more than what I already was.

“I fully expect him to burst into flames mid dance and declare his undying love for me. I even brought a bottle of water, just in case.” Hermione laughed at my joke, but it was cold and hollow, like the kind of laughter villains have before spiking the hero's drink with cheap poison. She glared at me, but before she could let out anymore words, I walked past them. If I had stayed any longer, then I would have “accidentally” dropped a tinge of my latest potion that was bound to have her itching uncontrollably for the rest of the night.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”