Hermione Granger Jumper Novels & Stories

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

“Why? Is anything wrong with the way I dress? I can dress myself up just fine.” “Oh, no, I never said you couldn’t dress yourself. I only said I wanna dress you up for it, because I don’t want to go to a party with Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. If I want that to happen, then I’ll let you go with me like this.” She said, referring to my favourite movie character. “Hey!” I argued, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hermione, she is smart, intelligent, hot, fucking pretty and a very brilliant lady!” I added, defending my favourite character while Nicole only rolled her eyes.

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.

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.

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?"

I tell her. Harper doesn’t hesitate. She pulls off the olive-green jumper and flings it to the floor, revealing a pretty pale-yellow bra with daisies on it. Fuck, it looks sexy yet innocent. “Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?” Her laugh fills the room, it’s like hearing birdsong first thing in the morning. “Now get those jeans off and turn around and wiggle those hips for me whilst I run out of these jeans,” I tell her.