Hermione Granger Fanfic Novels & Stories

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?"

Alex said, “Look at you, gnashing your teeth with that expression like you’re trying to eat me alive. What’s wrong? Didn’t your master inform you that I’m her husband?” Hermione was infuriated. “Nonsense!” Dorothy... Alright, it was Xienna Stoermer. That was the goddess in Hermione’s mind, an existence as great as the sky. Xienna was faith itself to her, so how could she allow someone else to slander Xienna? Alex’s words touched her sore point. “You deserve to die for blaspheming my master!” Hermione shouted angrily and was about to draw her sword at Alex, trying to take his life.

HERMIONE’S POV [FLASHBACK] “Stop, Hermione!” Bernard yelled, he was trying to get a hold of me in our bedroom as I was going mad. I just confronted him about something I found out but hoped that it wasn’t true. “Hermione, please. Just hear me out, I’m sorry.” He continued, I couldn’t hear him over the boils of my anger. Red was the only thing I could see at that moment, I was tearing down our bedroom. I was smashing the vases on the floor, tipping over my drawer with my skincare, and throwing objects at him.

I arched into his touch, craving more. "Such an eager little slut," Snape murmured against my lips, tweaking my nipple through my robes. "So desperate for my touch. Tell me what you want, Hermione." "I want you to fuck me," I whimpered, rubbing my aching core against the hard bulge in his trousers. "I need you inside me, Professor. Please." Snape growled and ripped open my robes, sending buttons flying everywhere. He tore away my lacy bra, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised darkly.

Now it was almost midnight and I couldn’t stay aloof anymore. I was a hermit used to being on my own for as long as I could remember! Hermione’s presence in my home disturbed me, especially tonight. The red bikini drove Freyr and me wild with desire! Why was she hellbent on breaking me? I didn’t want to lose my restraints and claim Zephyrus’s sister out of all the wolves in the world! Yet my heart thawed at the sight of her burning with fever locked up in her room. No, I didn’t feel a thing for her other than hatred. I just brought her over to my bedroom so I could look after her!

“You’re darn hot. You’re sexy. You’re rich as fuck!” I roll my eyes in frustration. She’s listing all the wrong things. Hermione could get any rich guy she wants with all that beauty and brains. Her eyes alone could cook and bewitch any man. Just like they did to me. My gaze shifts back to Hermione as she keeps talking through the presentation slides. Diana’s voice fades into the background. She looks… happy. Like this is her favorite thing. And that smile on her face always steals my soul away. You’ve fucking stolen my soul, Hermione. And no other woman, no other fucking woman, will ever have it except you.

All to keep low. Pulling a gown over my shoulders, I wander around my room and throughout all the space given to me. My slippers scuff against the floor, as I run without guards around, looking for Hermione. I don't just rely on her, I care about her. She is my best friend, almost like a daughter to me. Did Moon do something to her? Is she being held captive- I catch sight of her. She's walking toward my quarters, head down, looking at her feet.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

Her whole damn cabin. Hermoine was breathing hard, her hands in her hair. “I gave everything for this!” she screamed. “Everything! I’ve waited for months , Ares! MONTHS!” I didn’t say anything. She turned on me, her eyes wild. “Do you know what this means?! He’ll never look at me again. Never! He’s bonded to her now. That’s it. It’s over.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t care about her feelings. I only cared about my failure.

"Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!" — Hermione Granger * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy Trying my best not to flush, or worse, blush, I cleared my throat nervously. "Your pen." I pointed at the blue pen laying on the ground between our chairs. "Oh," her eyes followed mine. We both leaned down to grab the pen at the same time, causing our heads to bump.