Hermione Granger Fan Art Novels & Stories

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

’ Lorelei asked looking disturbed. ‘Young girl got to look good.’ She winked making her look funny. Lorelei scoffed ‘Can't you just head to the spa or something? That looks really ugly.’ ‘Beauty is pain my love.’ Claire said as she checked herself in a hand mirror. ‘Nah, this sort of your beauty is ugly.’ ‘Nah. You are just jealous.’ While bickering at each other, Hermione came on looking like a raccoon. She definitely just got out of the bed and didn't think it through enough to save her friends eyes from the disaster she looked like.

“Because we could make some pretty intense magic together.” The comment made me sick to my stomach, so I ignored it. “Do you mind if I look at your work?” I asked the girl. She shrugged. “Sure,” she said. “It’s not very good.” She slid her paper over to me. It was actually really good, except for the fact that she put more blemishes on her face than there actually were. It didn’t look like she was a shifter from her drawing. “I like it,” I told her. “I’m Harlow, by the way.”

she replies as she stands. "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. Didn't you see my awesome drawing?" He remarks. He turns the pages of his notebook and tears out the page with the drawing. "Here," he stretches it to her. "You can have my amazing work of art. You can ask for my autograph another time," he grins. "No thank you. It's very awful for something called art." "No, it is not," he disagrees. "It looks like Fiona from Shrek," she tells him, watching him rise to his feet.

On her chest is a pin with a single rose surrounded by a crown of thorns. "I'm doing my best to protect him, Hermione," she whispered, "I have never been keen about your plan to hide all these years, but if it is your will, then so be it." She frowned as she placed the picture back under the pillow. "He doesn't look like you though, more like great grandfather Philip," she thought, and with that thought, Agate Althea went back to sleep. ✫

Probably since their fifth study session, weeks ago. Hermione nodded, already gathering her things. “Yes. My dad is receiving another batch of arts and antics today. I want to see them. I plan on snagging some for myself, too.” She grinned. He bit his lip, contemplating whether to say what had been on his mind. But he didn't think he could hold it in any longer. As she stood to leave, he stood and grabbed her hand. His fingers wrapped around her wrist. Was it just him, or had she become thinner? "Hermione, wait."

Her eyes cast a pink glow on the floor as she growls low. "Sammy. Please stop." I quietly beg her. She doesn't look up. She spins the pad around so it's right side up for me. I stare into the black of the picture. Into the red glowing eyes. She growls loud. She takes the stick and starts to draw circles around the eyes. It's fast and crazy. I almost get the feeling she's trying to tell me something. I swallow as I reach out. I grab her wrist. Instantly, I'm hit with a heat that almost makes my own skin burn.