Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Hermione Snape

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

"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.

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 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.

She breathed out again so they all could hear her grievous petrification. The sight which killed her from inside, disturbed her mentally beyond repair. “But, Why?” Juniper asked again, a sour expression came to her face. The compassion everyone emanated for Persephone was going over her head. They don’t have to defend someone who is dying over a dark wizard. A man of evilness. Sighing deeply after noticing the visible displeasure on Juniper and Ahlum’s face, Vera shifted her head to them, telling them why it broke Persephone’s heart.

Well, more wrong than pretending to be a dead man to trick a crazy mage. "You know," she said, settling across from me with her own cup, "I've missed our talks. Do you remember the stories you used to tell me?" I nodded, playing along. I definitely didn't know any stories. "We were going to travel the vast land of Valeria," she continued, staring into her tea. Nyla had reached the basket. She was carefully moving things around, searching for anything that looked like a key piece. "I dream about it sometimes," the Mad Mage went on. "I dream about you. But then I wake up, and you're not here, and I remember..."

“Now I know you’re screwing with me.” “Hermione, language,” Siobhanny chided, curling her tongue wickedly. Self-consciously, I patted at my frizzy hair, trying to make it lie straight in the way that it never would. “Come on, you love mages. You have that suckable Draco substitute all lined up for your bed. Whatever will Ron think? Or is screwing a bad Slytherin why you’ve chosen Alex? The thrill of the taboo?” “Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.”

"You're right. I do like him." Hermione smiled back. "I know." The two women shared a look, then turned to gaze at the city below. After a moment, Yvonne paused. "Wait." She turned to Hermione. "If your husband was your high school sweetheart... which fiancé did Gianna steal?" Hermione's smile froze. She shook her head slowly. "Rhys and I had a huge fight. We separated." She looked out at the skyline. "But I guess fate dragged us back together."

, she began with the comparison again I felt a pang of guilt, but I pushed it aside. "Hermoine, you poisoned Selena's drink. You know what that means. You know what Cassian will do to you if he finds out." “He already did and so what? Do we all have to die because of that”, “You shouldn’t have gone that extreme Hermoine. I had the perfect plan and was waiting for the perfect time to execute until you ruined things now he knows we are after his throne”, She rolled her eyes “Oh well you said that many times already without any clear action. I had to do something”, she snarled.

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.