Romans & histoires Hermione Granger And Malfoy

"I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually." The air in the room suddenly shifted. The temperature dropped, not by degrees, but by a sudden, freezing pressure that silenced the banter instantly. A heavy, dark presence detached itself from the shadows near the balcony. Draco. He didn't speak... he didn't laugh. He moved with the terrifying, fluid grace of a panther closing in on its prey. Before I could process the sudden shift in proximity, a large, calloused hand clamped firmly around my waist. The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress.

She had donned a black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He had been with many fine women, and this one too in particular just caught his fleeting attention. He watched her walk past his car and into the elevator when he caught sight of her slick back ponytail. "That blonde hair…" Malfoy mumbled to himself as memories of a night in Las Vegas flashed through his mind. Among the hundreds of blonde hair shades he had seen, this one remained imprinted in his memory ever since that night.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

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.

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.

I looked up at her with my palm on my cheek, seething in anger, wishing I can be allowed to tear this bitch into pieces. “Malfoy I think our guests would like to cool off a little don’t you agree?“ Leanor said and another word Malfoy pulled me up from the ground and onto his shoulder to a bathroom that had a tub that was filled with water. The Water in the tub had some roses on it, and a trail of roses on the ground that spelt the word ‘punishment’ I saw this word and started to get scared. Malfoy said nothing to me, he looked at me as though he was not seeing me, like he wasn’t actually looking at me just looking through me, like I was a ghost that did not matter in any way.