Harry Potter Hermione Photos Novels & Stories

Two pictures side by side. Hermes, and a woman with long, flowing red hair and a smile that could melt cameras. My breath catches. My vision blurs. Even if that woman is older now, there’s no mistaking her. The same red-haired girl in that photo — the one kissing Hermes’s cheek. The same girl Hermes had called nobody. Shit.

And now, Hermione was rushing towards him like this with the Reflective Eye whirling around her body. A fiery fire surged through his heart at the sight. Holy sh*t, this really was a magic treasure that made people jealous.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

I moved around the office, looking for something to help me understand who the little boy Harry was talking about was. My heart was beating frantically, as I did not want to discover that what I suspected was true. No, it couldn’t be true. Not giving any thought to what Harry was discussing with his beta, I casually opened one drawer. I walked over to a shelf and pulled out a book with a black leather cover. I opened it and could see that it was a photo album. Did Harry have pictures? Aged black and white photographs and several color ones showed a young Harry with a beautiful woman with blonde hair and big green eyes. They were both holding a little boy whose hair was the same color as the

I was confused to see the number of chairs set at the dinner, with the staff walking all around to make sure all were in equal proportion. I knew Freda could be quite extravagant sometimes, and she might have invited her friends over for a family dinner. Who was I to decide how she spends her cold-earned money? I decided to sit it out and watch as it all played out. Then, a BMW roadster cruised into the family mansion, blinking lights and screaming luxury, and I knew just who it was. It was Hermione, the young family witch. Dressed in a three-piece Italian suit and heavy shades, her neatly creased trouser was evidence of the wealth that radiated all around her. She carried around her an air

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

she added, walking to the counter. The room looked like a witchery Lab; it had framed worn out, as well as new photos of diverse plants, hung on the walls. The only photo, which carried that of a living being, was the black and white image of a young woman who seemed to be the deceased Queen of the witches. Aside from that, there was a huge counter in the middle, which had several empty concoction bottles, and bowls containing unprocessed herbs littered on it. The room did not fail to give out its sorcery vibes, as two shelves stood facing each other at the opposite walls. I needed no one to tell me what filled the shelves were potions, poison, elixirs and herbs.

Riele whispered, and they both laughed. A sudden shout came from behind the picnic setup. “Hold still, will you?!” Harry appeared, a camera hanging around his neck, trying to wrangle it with one hand while the other wrapped protectively around a pretty woman with soft curls and a shy smile. Charlotte’s eyes widened. “No way! Is that your girlfriend?” Harry blushed instantly. “Her name’s Amina. She’s not used to loud people.” “We’ll get her used to us,” Charlotte winked, pulling Amina into a hug. “God help you.”

*** Few minutes later I exit mom's room. She's currently asleep. Her tears really drained her. I chuckle. Typical mom. I turn around. A firm grip unexpectedly spin and slam me hard against the wall. I wince. Hermione!. Her tight grip gradually shrink my perfect jaw. "What are your intentions with Ron and his female rescurer?" She questions. I gasp. She knows?. How?!.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "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?"