First Year Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

“Mia. Also first year, from... Killers MC.” Her expression carried a faint shock as she observed me from top to bottom, then smiled. "Damn. You guys never disappoint." She shook her head then glanced in the direction the others had gone, then back at me. “Ignore them. Most of them inherited arrogance before they learned anatomy.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “Herbology?” she asked, nodding at my schedule. “Yes.” “Same. You’re heading the right way.” We began our journey to the class and for the first time since arriving, the tightness in my chest eased just a little.

The days passed by in a blur and soon it was Monday as I get ready for the first day of my senior year. I haven't felt this happy and laughed so much in years. It felt nice and lovely. I never wanted this feeling to go away, I wanted it to remain in my heart forever.

Even if he could get a glimpse of what was inside all he could see another big mystery just covering up her trails. With a long sigh, he started going back to the campus with his head down in disappointment. He was walking aimlessly and then suddenly he bumped into someone causing both of them to fall on their butts on the clear white tiled floor. He finally looked up and saw a girl was on the floor along with many books scattered around her. The new girl had curly black hair tied in a ponytail and big round spectacles covering her big round eyes. Just like her hair, her eyes were always black which shone like black pearls. She was dressed in a casual white oversized hoodie and light blue je

Sheila's POV: After exchanging a warm hug to each other, I climbed inside the bus to take a seat. Harry is upset with me because he asked me to stay for at least two days but I'm not in the state to fulfill his wishes, because right now I am on my way to my hometown to enjoy the vacation. Time fled too fast and our exam has over already. I have successfully finished my first year and I'm no longer a new student anymore. Lots of things happened within this one year.

I asked ignoring his smile. “Hermoine" His voice boomed low and deep as he dragged on the name. The name rang a bell in my head. 'I know that name,’ I replied the initial voice that spoke in my head. 'of course we do.’ she replied with a roll of her eyes and I was glad she was back.

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

He explains as he begins the first movie. By the time that the first movie is over I have determined that Hermione is my favorite character. She is the exact opposite of me but something about her is extremely likeable. After she pulls the broomstick out of her....nevermind. Let's just say, at first I was not sure about her but by the end of the movie she is one of my favorites. When we go to start the second movie, my stomach begins growling so much that Dante declares that it is time to eat. I do not want him to leave me long enough to cook so he has Kevin go and grab us a pizza while the next movie starts.

I ran a hand through my brown hair and decided to leave it down, messy waves were kind of my thing. No makeup. No gloss. No effort. Just enough to not look like a walking zombie. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the room and into the unfamiliar halls of Lupinemere Academy, trying to shake the nerves off. It was my first day. A fresh start. ----- I sat quietly in class, trying to blend in but it didn’t take long to realize this wasn’t your average school.

the taller one said to Hermione with her hand outstretched. Hermione took the waiting hand in hers.” I’m Hermione,“ she replied. “You must be a witch then?” she added, a broad grin spreading to her face. “If I hadn’t been told I must admit that I would have taken you for schoolgirls, you don’t look like witches one bit. I was expecting weird hairstyles and a steely attitude," she finished, looking amused. “Well, we like to surprise“ replied Lang Lang in a surprisingly confident tone. “I’ve been forgotten already,“ Ruke added, looking hurt.

Hermione tuned them out, or tried to, until a woman’s voice called out her name. “Hermione!” The voice cut through the ambient chatter like a blade, stopping Hermione mid-step. She didn’t need to turn around to identify it. She’d know that shrill and performative tone anywhere. She closed her eyes briefly, composed her features, and turned around. Sarah Granger hurried toward her, red curly hair bouncing. Her purple sequined dress caught the chandelier light like a disco ball. In her hand dangled a white mask, one of the handheld ones, useless for concealing anything, favored by people who wanted people to know who exactly they were.