Hermione Granger Drawings Novels & Stories

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

Deep in the palace library, Ronan sat in a high-backed leather chair, the only light illuminating the library was from the table lamp right across the seat he was seated on. He had a bottle of expensive whiskey on the table, it was already half empty. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn piece of parchment. It was a drawing Liora had made when they were sixteen. It was a messy sketch of the two of them under the moon. Ronan closed his eyes, the memory hitting him with the force of a physical blow.

For some reason, her instincts immediately told her this conversation wasn't as simple as it sounded. The teacher offered a small smile. "Hazel draws very well." Aurora nodded. "She loves drawing." "But after she finished..." The teacher opened a thin folder she had been carrying. Then pulled out a sheet of paper. Aurora immediately recognized the drawing. Herself. Darius. Hazel. Their house. And a dog they didn't even own. A very typical child's drawing. But there was one additional figure in the corner of the page. A man. Standing a little apart from everyone else.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Without a word, he stood up and walked over to Jasmine, leaning in to take a closer look at her drawing. I followed his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. The figure on the paper was unmistakable. A woman with sharp features, eyes blazing, surrounded by flames. But what truly horrified me were the demon-like horns jutting from her head, twisted and menacing. It wasn’t just a scary drawing—it looked eerily like Shane, though drawn like a child, with an anger in her expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Dr. Levine kept his voice calm and gentle as he asked, “Jasmine, can you tell us about your drawing?”

he said as he gently went closer to Lucius making his hands land on his legs and draw something in the middle of the two parents on the last page of the notebook making Lucius' curious to what he'll draw Later on, he saw some figure, drawing of a family and there he already knew that they were Grey’s family. Then, he drew something with the same figure but only that the recent drawing had no hair. He was curious who he was pertaining to on the drawing. Then, when Grey beamed in front of Lucius, he slightly mess his gorgeous dark - hair by swaying his small hands to his. Then, he immediately chuckled

She hissed. Rhys smiled through the pain. "But drawing is fundamental, and yours was horrendous. I'm just stating facts." "My drawing isn't that bad." Rhys gave her an ‘are you sure?’ look, and she rolled her eyes. "You're an asshole." "Only for you," he said, smiling. But soon his smile turned into chuckles as he remembered some of her drawings. He added, "Truly horrendous." This made Hermione break into a smile, which she tried to hide but failed. "Were they really that bad?" She asked.

I heaved a sigh of relief and went back to report myself to Prince Sebastian when I caught notice of a fragile beautiful young girl drawing randomly on the wall. I wanted to enter and scold her for destroying the paintings with her random hobbies when the sight of her tears stopped me. I walked in quietly and her eyes were closed, her finger moved randomly on the wall and I looked at the painting. A moon was drawn and three ugly looking people that almost made me snort. But one could recognise their gender from the rough hair and crown. Wait!. The crown! It has the symbol of the moon on the crown and someone seemed to be kneeling down.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.