Fanfiction Hermione Novels & Stories

Bothered though Hera was, she pretended to jump into their discussion, which now consisted of a brain being addled by pressure with schoolwork—specifically, at the times spent at the lesson and at the hours spent to the task—that acted upon and insubordinately to the merit and demerit of performance… Yawning, Hera withdrew once again, her head buzzing. The task, as her groupmates believed, was simple. They only had to present a theory about how much the brain could be damaged with stress, considering the gift that each student in Psyche Sect was undoubtedly given. Hera knew by then that she’d have to suffer yet another detention, and she found that she cared less. After all, the only reason

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!’

"I'm getting the impression this is the last thing you want to talk about, but I just want to make sure you're okay...I mean you came here as a little girl and-" "I'm fine. I've met someone, from the prisons. She's been wrongfully imprisoned and...I like her. And if you're not okay with that then I'm sorry, but I won't apologise for my feelings," she tells me, basically all in one breath. It takes me aback. The last thing I was expected was for Hermione to have a romance going on behind my back. Here I was thinking all she cared about what her work.

she said quietly, her voice dropping to that dangerous whisper she used when discussing truly serious matters. Parisa was my father's favorite concubine and the mother of Harrion. She was like sweet, slow poison—beautiful, charming, and absolutely lethal when it came to palace politics. Parisa was the only concubine my father almost made official when she first arrived. The last concubine, Mekina, was more reserved, content to stay by herself, but she had remained childless, although whispers in the palace said it was her decision. "I am," I replied, rising up to take my leave before she could dig any deeper into territory I wasn't ready to explore, even with myself.

Harry's POV: 12 hours before...... She is trying her best to seek my forgiveness. But no, I'm not let them happen that easily. If she thinks I'm behaving so rude towards her, that's not a matter to me but she has to learn her mistake. Whatever she said inside the classroom is still haunting me. How easily she said those words while I was suffering here for her. "I don't need any of your permission and it's none of your business." It is still hunting me in my sleep. How could it be possible for her? Doesn't she feel anything towards me?

The treacherous voice inside my head replied, Or perhaps it does not matter because regardless of what happened, you fall for him. * * * "Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," Hermione says to Ron in The Order of the Phoenix's chapter 21.

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."

The workings of the brain under it probably had no appeal at all. She turned to close the door and lock the car. Collins attention was galvanised. Leonard hadn't lied. He hadn't even exaggerated. Jasmine Leclaire was a stunner. Helen of Troy came to mind. Here was a face that could definitely launch a thousand ships. It seemed to simmer with sexual promise, aided by the erotic positioning of a deep pink flower over her right ear.

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.

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