Hermione Granger Emma Watson Novels & Stories

Before they bowed down to her, That stupid thing, that runt, the woman who was in charge of everything that should have been mine, they just bowed down to her. Sienna De Luca. Omega. Nobody. Now the Luna. How could a person like her just become a Luna when she was nothing more than an Omega? A lowest rank, one that he could use as a consort to breed him children. I dug my nails into the soft leather of the armchair, unable to stop the rage bubbling beneath my skin. It burned like acid in my veins, every second of it replaying over and over in my head. He chose her. Publicly.

– E. A slow grin spread across his face. Emma. Emma Henderson. The name alone conjured a cascade of images: sun-bleached blonde hair the texture of silk, eyes the startling blue of the deep end of the pool, and a laugh that was somehow both innocent and knowing. She was the undisputed queen of their social circle, the glittering center of a universe that orbited her father’s money and her own effortless, devastating allure.

IF YOU STILL HAVE PROBLEMS, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL TRY TO HELP YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN. EMMA

My eyes nearly fell from their sockets when I heard the names. "Is Emma Watson there too?" "I think so!!" "Girl, outta my way. I'm gonna take a sneak peek." I moved to pass her and ran as quick as my heels could get me without tripping to the entrance.

“Girl, you look damn hot! Are you sure you’re that witch girl from Harry Potter and not a slutty version of Scarlet Witch?” “Her name is Miss Hermione Granger,” I told Trish, rolling my eyes. “Plus I’m not a redhead. Can’t be Scarlet Witch even if I want to unless you got a wig stashed somewhere for me to wear.” “Don’t think I’m a nerd but even I know that before she became Scarlet Witch, she was Wanda Maximoff and she was a brunette just like you,” teased Trish with a wink. “Anyway, what do you think?” She did a little twirl then looked at me over her shoulder, her brows wiggled as a mischievous smile formed on her red lips.

Just chairs, comfortable ones, positioned conversationally. Emma had dressed carefully. Not formally—she'd rejected that approach immediately. "If Aldric wants to understand what we've built, he needs to see it. Not a political delegation." She wore the soft blue sweater Grace had helped her pick out last month—Grace's opinion on clothing being both frequent and strongly expressed. Her hair was down. She looked like what she was: a woman in her mid-thirties who happened to be Luna of a pack that was shaking up supernatural politics.

Ron grabbed the soft, tender hand. He squeezed it in his palm and asked, "Emma, is it really you? Are you not angry with me anymore? Have you forgiven me?" The woman took advantage of the situation and tried to snuggle into Ron's arms. "Mr. Hagrid, I'm not Emma. But if you're willing to, I can be anyone you want me to be." This gentle voice partially sobered Ron from his drunken state. He made an effort to open his blurry eyes and coldly stared at the strange woman in front of him. "You're not my Emma! Who sent you to impersonate Emma?"

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

just than she saw it in Anna's arms. "Oh there you are thank you so much girl" she said and took her cat from her arms. "Oh no worries she is adorable" Anna said. "Emma they are my cousins, they are new at the school, you know they just had their rituals" said Mariana. "Oh freshers" she said applause. "Girl! she is Emma Lorcan, she is my classmate, she is a witch " said Mariana. "Meow" said Sparkles. "Yeah of course, she is her cat sparkles" said Mariana laughing.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.