Fanfiction Harry Potter Hermione Novels & Stories

I wondered if the food was going to be as good as it looked, or if it tasted better than my mom’s cooking. Hermione pulled out a chair for me very close to Christian and I sat, I wasn’t quite over the little argument with him, tried to shift my chair away from him. But he didn’t seem to like that very much, he gently held my arm and grabbed my chair, shifting it much closer to his. He gave a soft, reassuring smile and gently squeezed my thigh under the table. I didn’t know what that was for but it gave me some mixed emotions. “I called your sister, she said she had some business to attend to but she would be back early. And that was thirty minutes, did she tell you where she went?” Hermione

As I was reading the paper an idea came to mind, maybe it's not the right idea but it's a good idea for now I just need to find my mate and see if she will be on board with it since I got the confirmation from Joi that Nash agree to meet at eight. Leaving the office I went in search of Hermoine and I found her inside her new office, still looking like she hadn't decided on how to decorate and made it her own. Closing the door I sat on one of the two chairs that faced her desk “How has your day been going?” I finally asked her. “ It could've been better if I wasn't still thinking about my stupid stepmom,” She said angrily. I know her and that woman never had a good relationship and that's not

she spat bitterly and I frowned. "Excuse me?" I squeaked in surprise, not knowing why she was angry with me when I was the one who was kidnapped and even tried to run away but was caught. "Oh, don't mind her," intervened another dishevelled and exhausting looking wife. She had dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks were sunken in and her dress looked creased, "Katherine is always moody, and looking for a fight when there's really no reason for it," she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks."

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

AIDANA’s POV Her gentle fingers draw each trestle back, tucking them behind my ear with adept precision. I catch her eye in the mirror. She is so innocent, my little Hermione. She’s a gift I'm grateful for, who is almost always by my side. Almost. Perhaps her family miss her. She doesn't seem to care so much any more. Hermione has realised her life here - with me - is much better. "Do you actually enjoy your hours in the temple?" Hermione asks, tightening the braid she created in the tips of her fingers.

But the only problem was, would I stay sane until then? With my heightened senses feeling every move of hers, I would go crazy if I had to remain locked up with her here for ten days. ‘She’s cooking for us!’ Freyr mind-linked with me, inhaling the aroma of some freshly made sauce. The aroma was heavenly indeed, but who needed food when I was dying to devour her instead? I closed the laptop and got up to check her out. It was useless trying to work when all I could think of was Hermione. Images of Hermione cooking for me clad in nothing but a red bikini made me lose my sanity. I had to check her out. Was she really cooking for me, wearing a bikini?

“Hana, I’ll send you home. It’s already late.” “But, Oppa, We’re still having fun!” Nauen protested. “She can sleep here with me.” “No. She needs to go home, Naeun. Your pretty unnie is already exhausted. Sleeping beauties have to rest, remember?” “But she’s no sleeping beauty. She doesn’t need a prince charming to save her. She’s Hermione and can save even her friends. See…” pointing at him with her wand, “she saved you.” “I can’t contest. Hana has magic tricks up her sleeves, and I’m under her spell.” He winked, and Naeun lifted her with the matter-of-fact look.

"Let me fantasise pleasure for a while." "Good idea!" His eyes twinkled wicked mischief. "I will do the same." He half turned, waving her to fall into step with him to follow Leonard and Favour. He made no attempt to take her arm or hand, for which she was grateful since she was super-conscious of his physicality as it was, and any contact would feel sexual after her blunder in linking pleasure and fantasy. "Favour said you and Leonard have been friends since school days," she remarked, trying to dampen the sizzle she'd unwittingly raised.

I went closer and sat beside her and as I sat, she held my hand and started to look straight into my eyes, which creeps me off, well, kind of. "Seraphina Agni, my child, my granddaughter, the fated child of Ignatius and Tana, I have dreamt of you." As she spoke, her hand that was holding mine, started to squeeze it hard. She's strong for an old lady, I must say.

My voice rose up a notch. “You think I would let those girls into my father’s house?” Hector gave me a weird look and I must admit, I did sound a bit stupid. “Where is all of this coming from? I thought we were passed it.” “We were but now I want to know who those girls are.” I told him. Hector chuckled then shook his head. “Hermione. I was with them before you and I were even an item. They are not in my life anymore. I cut ties with them.”