Hermione Granger Jumper นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Now that I know the killer, I will destroy him. I moved further to grab the clothes. It was as if I was wearing the clothes of some giant. They were lose and comfortable just like the baggy clothes I love to wear. Wearing this blue frock given by Damon was already making me tired. It was so uncomfortable that it was choking me. I was not able to get rid of the dress in one go and I decided to just rip the dress off with my nails.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

she asked. “Sure,” Jake replied,” I don’t mind, it actually belongs to the house". He said,smiling at Ruke, who did not look happy with the thought of hermione going for a swim in his brother’s pool. “Thanks” Hermione replied gratefully. She started walking back to her seat. She suddenly slipped and would have toppled over if Ruke had not caught her swiftly,as she was closer to him. They both felt the tingly feeling, as their bodies touched and hermione blushed so obviously, that Raphael couldn’t hide his grin, which further embarrassed hermione.

The lady was wearing skinny jeans and an oversized shirt this time around. I looked around and sniffed. There were too many scents. I could not find that masculine cologne I knew Ken to always wear. There was more of this lady’s scent and cooked food. I tried my best to concentrate harder, just the same way Hector taught me. It was still difficult, especially when my heart was beating too fast. “Hermione! Watch out.” Derrick shouted. I heard something swing and if I did not react within that split second, my brain would’ve been displaced.

Thank god I wore a thick jumper and trousers, I was warm and cozy. Looking to my right I see Chloe, this time Bri referred to her as Cambridge Academy's very own Regina George. She took advantage of the fact that we had no uniform prancing around in mini skirts and tiny tops. I don't blame her, she's got a pretty figure so why not flaunt it? However her heels surprisingly within the limit of 4 inches were bright pink and evil to the human eye. God those things were vibrant. She gave me a dirt making me look back to my book.

After washing up and changing into cleaner clothes, I walk back to the dining room. Hermione joins me moments later, dressed in a pajama that catches my attention. The outfit accentuates her curves in all the right places, adding a cute touch to her appearance. The baby-soft pink with shades of purple and lint gold is artistically appealing, and the way it complements her skin is captivating.

She’d edged her way to the empty desk next to him, and slid into the seat, eyes lowered, and her books clutched almost defensively against her chest. She wore an oversized, ugly school jumper, sleeves rolled back, and the fade on her uniform skirt clearly identified it as having gone through the second hand shop several times. She was rounded in the way of a perfectly ripe piece of fruit, all soft curves. He’d guarantee she had the sort of arse under that hideous skirt that would shake as he slapped it, and into which he could dig his fingers as he f-ked her.

----- Warning: adult content in this chapter ----- Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 1:25 AM Joan came out of her memories as the group arrived at the fourth floor. Making her decision, Joan fastened her steps and made a move to hug Erik from behind. Knowing that the hug would not be comfortable because of all the armor that she was wearing, a white glow covered her body and Joan's armor disappeared in motes of light to be substituted by a white dress. Now free of all the armor, Joan managed to hug Erik and hide her face on his back. Erik just relaxed and 'tanked' the impact of Joan's body on his back. He knew that this knight-wife of his rarely made d

“From the top. Five, six, seven, eight.” I snap into position. I inhale, glue a smile in place, and jump on three. Priya’s eyes meet mine(the Hermione girl, I just learnt her name was Priya actually.) She mouths breathe. I do. We hit the stunt. I step into their hands and rise. The ceiling banners flash by. Then my mind throws a movie I do not need, Ronan’s mouth at my throat, the way his breath goes uneven when I tug his hair, his voice saying my name low. My ankle wobbles.

I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the floor where I stood in front of his desk. “Because short skirts and Harry Potter T-shirts are so professional,” he retorted. I wore a black, pleated leather skirt that sat high on my hips and flared out with bare legs and black combat boots. On top, I wore a white T-shirt that read, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one,” with the golden Harry Potter snitch on it tucked into my skirt. “Whatever, Muggle.” I plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.