Hermione Granger 5th Year Novels & Stories

The stands were empty, but the deck was alive with the chaotic, nervous energy of thirty junior athletes stretching, adjusting their caps, and eyeing their new coach with a mixture of reverence and terror. "Coach Reyes?" Naomi turned. A young girl, perhaps twelve years old, was standing a few feet away, clutching a foam kickboard to her chest like a shield. She looked terrified and entirely hopeful. "The director said you were the one who went to the Trials," the girl said, her words rushing out in a breathless tumble. Her eyes dropped briefly to Naomi's scarred hand before snapping quickly back up to her face, a flush of polite embarrassment creeping up her neck. "He said you were going to

“Broomstick riding is usually something we teach during the 3(rd) year. Considering you are mostly all in your 3(rd) year, and it’s a gorgeous night, I figured we should give it a go.” “But Professor Howl…” a girl said, her hand raised high in the sky. “Yes, Julia?” Professor Howl asked, eyeing the girl. “This is Anila’s first year. Is she riding a broom as well?” I felt my face flush with embarrassment as everyone turned their sights on me. I wanted to step backward and hide away from all their curious gazes but before I could, Professor Howl cleared his throat loudly, drawing all their attention away from me and toward him.

His lashes flutter, and for a terrifying moment, I think he’s going to pass out again. “Hey,” I say quickly, my voice cracking. “No. Don’t do that. You don’t get to check out now. That would be rude.” One corner of his mouth twitches. “Still… bossy,” he rasps. I let out something between a laugh and a sob. A shadow falls over us. The girl holding him before steps forward, uniform torn, hair half burned off, but her eyes sharp and focused. I recognize her vaguely. She's a witch in third year, the one who sat with me on the swing at the garden. The one who blurts out prophecies.

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

“I do. I’ve seen the movies and read the books, because I know you’re going to ask.” The smile comes back to her face, but it’s not the same one as before. I’m back to feeling like a jerk and am getting afraid it might be too late. We just had sex—twice—and I’m acting like none of it mattered. If only she knew how much it did. How much it always has. “They’re modern classics.” “Yeah, they are. Obviously, I’m a fan.” “I got sorted into Ravenclaw. I did the quiz online.” “I got Gryffindor.”

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.

I arrive to an unhealthy caroline. She's all jerky with slimy foams evolving her lips. She's no different from an epileptic victim. "This is the fifth time since your departure" Hermione unviels. My lips hangs. No harm dare befall her. "Then get a physician!" I growl, she flinch.

"Are you aware that transformation spells are mastered in the sixth year?" "I don't understand what that sentence is supposed to mean." It was my turn to frown. "All witches attend Ihikiton. It's where we learn magic and spells and potions and what have you. It's a nice place for the most part. If you don't take into account the bullies and know it all teacher's pet. Or the queen bee and her minions who-" "Mira!" She blinked at me owlishly. A second later, she flushed deeply. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble."

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

Hermione stood up. “Don't ever compare yourself to me.I am not,was never and will never be like you.If you want to think I cheated go on ahead.I owe you no explanation whatsoever.I am no longer yours,”she said angrily.He saw it all.The beauty.She was still as beautiful,now more beautiful.Its like she wasn't aging.There was a spark in her eyes as she spoke.