Hermione Granger And Severus Snape Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

He exclaimed with a dramatic eye roll. Hermione's grip on his arms was unyielding, preventing him from launching an attack on the other person. Despite his burning desire to retaliate, he was powerless due to Hermione's forceful intervention. His face twisted in disgust as he turned on his heel and strode away, Hermione at his side. Hermione whipped around to face us, her eyes shooting daggers piercing our souls. I can feel the weight of her evil intentions bearing down on me. It's as if a dark cloud of hostility hangs over her every move, signaling that something genuinely dreadful is on the horizon. Sensations are coursing through me.

Either he has no interest in going further, or he is a pure gentleman. This is what I want. And I want more. I pull myself on top of him to the point where I'm straddling his lips. His hands still don't stray, no matter how hard I accelerate the kiss. It's getting heated, until the sound of the door bursting open behind us immediately pulls me away from him, like he's a plague that if I get caught being near, I will get in serious trouble. Turning around, I see Hermione stumble through the door, her hands cupped under her mouth, filled with blood. The sight near makes me throw up, but I compose myself at the sight of blood trailing from her eyes. It makes both me and Shinee jump out of bed i

his voice rises and it makes me stop to look at him. The moment our eyes lock with each other, it feels like fireworks on a summer night. At this moment, his words just melted every resistance, every wall, every reason that's left of me. Leaving me with this consuming desire for him. He holds my hair, our foreheads fall on each other's. Like it's the moment we finally give up fighting. “I love you… Hermione,” he confesses, and my stomach does a wild sickening flip that feels too fucking good!

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

Seemed like I did not need Felix after all. Giving her my most charming smile, I put one finger below her chin and lifted it up until her eyes met mine. "Of course I want to be your friend. You know how I feel. You are Hermione to my Ron and Tonks to my Lupin, how can I ever say no to you?" Mey smiled and when I reached my hand to hold her hand, she did not pull away. And albeit small, it gave me hope. For now, that was enough. * * *