Hermione Granger Drawings Novels & Stories

Rosie gasps, putting a hand to her mouth, then looks at Greyson, “Is that the sleeping God in the chalk drawing?” Greyson narrows his eyes a little at her, but nods slowly, “I think so, but I’m not certain. It looks like them.” She nods and grabs her grimoire and lets it fall open on her lap before she starts flipping pages,

Underneath her portrait was a single line: ‘The witch who seeks the power of the chosen wolf. Killian’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She has been planning this for decades.” Selene felt a chill run down her spine. “But there’s something else here,” she said, turning the page. This time, she froze completely. Because the next drawing was of a small child. A girl with pale silver eyes and a birthmark on her shoulder, a crescent moon. Killian stared. “Selene… that child… looks like you.” Selene could not move, and she could not breathe. Her heartbeat slowed as she traced the lines of the drawing.

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

I arranged all I've drawn, observing it all, shocked to see that all I've drawn are the female in my life, from Fiona to Caramel, to Mom, to Josette even stupid Lizabeth and as weird as it is, I drew her too, I didn't even know I remembered every detail of her beautiful face vividly, her brown flowing hair and her gunmetal grey eyes, perfect description of her, of Lia, I wonder how she is now. I ruffled my hair as I got up, realizing I'm hungry and I'm certain Kai won't be around, even if he is, he's not talking to me, not that I blame him though, and even if we are on the same page, his food are the last thing I would ever taste on this planet. I packed my tools back, but I couldn't pack th

She tried to call some of them back, but they were too focused on their drawings. Selene continued helping the kids. She drew a tiger for one boy and a unicorn for a little girl. The children cheered and showed their drawings to each other proudly. For the first time in a long time, Selene felt useful. She felt like she was doing something good.

That night Luna sat at her desk with colored pencils spread everywhere while moonlight slipped through the curtains. The assignment paper lay open. She began drawing. First came Elias. Tall. Dark suit. Serious face. Then herself beside him. Small hand reaching upward. She stopped. The empty space remained. Her pencil hovered. Slowly another figure appeared. Long hair.Soft eyes.No name.Just gray eyes that looked strangely familiar. Luna stared at the drawing.Her chest felt tight. “I hate her,” she whispered.But the words sounded wrong tonight. She folded the paper quickly and pushed it into a drawer. Still, she could not stop looking toward it.

The class photos, framed and hung in an organized row. In one of them, I saw the girl. Black hair, green eyes, a toothless smile that lit up her entire face. She was in the middle of the class, next to other children, but my eyes were immediately drawn to her, as if a magnet were pulling me. She was wearing a pink dress with a star pattern, and her small hands held a drawing — a unicorn, with colorful scribbles. “She looks like him.” The thought hurt like a knife cut, deep and unexpected. The same grayish-green eyes. The same mouth shape. The same way of frowning. She was a miniature of Dorian, and each familiar trait was a silent aggression.