Harry Potter X Hermione Granger Novelas e Histórias

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

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?"

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.

Hermione The time has finally come when I'm going to see where my mother has grown up, the excitement that I'm feeling is so unreal and I can't wait to learn more about her and see the other witches, so far Jamilla and Gloria are the only that I have know and I don't consider Gloria one, when she has to have a sacrifice in other for her to have power.

*** 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?!.

' his voice was sounding in my head as he went head on like a lunatic to face purely dark and undefeatable magic. I closed my eyes and concentrated like Elara had thought me to do. I had to win this. I needed my mate by my side. The young girls words came sounding again. "Hermione is the least of your worries at the moment. Every gift of life is in your bare hands." She had touched my hands and I felt our souls twine into one. I willed myself to be in that moment again and just like magic, I felt myself become more than what I already was.

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?"

"Yeah nothing huge, Grayson just planned it as he was leaving. I guess he wants to inform everyone of whats going on in-person" I nodded in agreement before I slipped back underneath the warm blankets and reached for the remote. True to her word, Brynn and I enjoyed a full day of nothing but movies and food. We were a quarter of a way through Harry Potter and the goblet of fire when Grayson walked through the bedroom door, his face held an amused expression as he arched one of his eyebrows at us. "So, this is what you two have done all day?", he asked. "No. We also watched the first three films in the franchise and took a house quiz. I'm a Slytherin and Laila's a Hufflepuff!", Brynn added tr

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.