First Year Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

Alyssa whispered low into Cammie's ear. "No idea," Cammie said tensely, probably trying to keep her fabulous xx chromosomes under control. "But wow...looks like I've met a serious competition here." Suddenly the new girl's eyes shifted to my direction. I felt the chill of some remote recognitions rush into my body, but it seemed like she got the same feeling, her face twitched slightly in surprise as she looked at me. She withdrew her glance and went to shake hand with the Headmistress with a polite nod.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

As we were both on the ground picking up my school books. Once we were finished we stood up and she handed me my books. "Thank you..." I was going to say her name but I didnt know it. I wanted to know it though. "Colette, Colette Adams" Her name perfectly matched her in every way. You could tell she was a werewolf my wolf had sniffed it out. She was in my pack to my wolf smelt that aswell. I was surprised I hadn't seen her before.

she explained. And I just sat there looking at her dazed; what exactly was she talking about? I had never heard of this, and I lived in Ravenclaw for a very long, long time. "For how long have you participated in this?" I asked her since she didn't sound as though she'd just started after her very recent marriage to Derek.

I embraced myself as I walked into the main building, trying not to mind the stares of the people who seemed to be bothered by the presence of a new transferee like me. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" I politely asked a girl who seemed to be around my age. She was sitting at the information desk. The first thing I noticed about her was her very curly brown hair that was tied in a loose bun. She looked like a Latina girl who was very carefree yet so adorable with her sweet expression. Licking her lollipop, her almond-shaped eyes instantly widened when she stared closely at me. "You’re the new girl that Harry is talking about!" she exclaimed.

"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?"

She yell then head for the exit door. She twist the door knob but turn. "I'll rescue you from this mess little one" she smile cheerfully. All rage gone. Such mood swings she's got. Angry a minute, cheerful the other. It's pretty wierd. But anyways, I've finally gotten a friend. One who attains extra miles for my safety. Hermione since age twelve is my first friend and I'll certainly cherish her. **** Rowan's POV. I return to the location I abandoned the guards and brother Ron's rescurer.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

Ryker I watched her stumble to sit, such a clumsy girl. She didn't look at me, instead pulling out her phone to send some type of message. Probably to that punk Adam. I had no right to get upset, yet I could feel anger rising to the surface. "If you would like my mentorship, I would suggest we not be rude," I said sharply sitting at my desk. Her eyes darted up at me and I watched as her breathing increased. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was petite, young, and angelfaced. She had soft features. Plump pouty lips, and big emerald green eyes. Her hair fell around her shoulder like a blonde-colored blanket. I began to imagine wrapping my hands around it to pull her into me and stopped mys

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.