Harry Potter Meme Hermione Novels & Stories

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Hunter’s right there beside her, smug as hell, and I intend to crush his throat. One good hit and I'll put this snake-ass motherfucker down and end him right fucking now. But the crowd is getting thicker around us and their cameras are flashing lights, capturing everything. I glance at Hermione. Her eyes are red, and her chest keeps jerking up and down like she just ran ten miles. She’s trying to look strong, but I know her. I know the way her chin sets when she’s lying to herself. She’s pretending she’s over me. Pretending I don’t matter.

Her husband nodded. Moments later, the lights dimmed once more. But they didn’t see anyone walk to the middle of the floor. When suddenly, the familiar tune of Hedwig’s Theme came on. The students, especially the ones who have watched and loved the Harry Potter movies, recognized the music. “This! Isn’t this in the soundtrack of the Harry Potter movie?” “Yes! It is! My gosh! This is my ringtone!” “And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.”

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.

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.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

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.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

This man's hair was made of silk, I'm convinced. "N-Name," he whispered. "Your name." "Well, uh… I'm Soraya. Soraya Quijano—" "accepts you…," he continued. Then he gasped. "Moon Goddess! This human smells so good!" My cheeks heated furiously. I had never received such a compliment. Thanks to the strawberry-smell shampoo and the sweet scent of chamomile tea. "accepts you, S-Star—" "Soraya," I corrected, frowning. "Wait, what is this? Accept to what?"