Hermione Granger Monologues Novels & Stories

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

“Uh… I don’t—this isn’t really my thing.” “Clearly,” someone behind me mutters. I attempt a cartwheel anyway, if you can call what I do a cartwheel. It’s more of a desperate sideways crab scuttle. My foot slips halfway through and I crash sideways onto the mat. The room goes silent for two seconds before someone coughs into a laugh. “God,” the Hermione girl says, “we’ve got a rescue mission on aisle nerd.” My face burns. “I’m pre-med. I know how to treat a concussion if I get one.”

“You were at the auditorium weren't you? And the last time I checked even the fetus in this Great Fortress remembers Tau Upsilon Rex who addressed us all and told us of Jaylen's identity. You heifer!" Standing up in a hurry, Hermione made an attempt to pull a fast one at Ron but he was quick to move further away from her causing her to hit her arm against the hard wooden table. "Fuck!" Hermione cussed angrily as she stared at her wounded arm. "I am going to snuff life out of you, Ron! Just watch and see." She bickered. "Calm your nerves. Why are you always so hot headed?" Lorelei inquired. She looked tired.

"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?"

Morgan is making me crazy. "I have to use the bathroom. Would you like to accompany me?" Julia nodded when I asked, and we headed to the bathroom. I stepped into the bathroom, took out the bun and let down my hair letting them fall onto my back. I touched up my makeup and applied some lip gloss. ‘I will go to that Jerk Morgan's office and give him my peace of mind. Yes I will just go to his office and say what I have to say and leave. Who does he think he is anyways?’ I thought, grinning at my reflection in the mirror.

I opened my email as she talked. IRIS, I am excited about our meeting later. I hope you are having a great day. Mrs. Kinfro is a very smart woman. Listen to her closely. -Ryker Lorcane How can I listen to her closely with distractions from the gorgeous professor, I thought, rolling my eyes and moving to the next email. IRIS, I miss you. I hope you are enjoying California. Please call home. -Love, Mom

Everything I have done to secure my future has been blown to pieces. It’s all over, Mom, I reflect as I am led out of the house in front of the staff, my head hanging low in shame. ***** HERMIONE Mom’s wolfish eyes latch onto mine the moment she arrives, the sharp click of her heels preceding her. She tosses her purse into the hands of a waiting attendant, who acts promptly to swap her stilettos for slippers before she even clears the doorway. "You’re still here," she notes grimly, calling for a chilled drink as she sinks into a chair across from me.

I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

I dug in after Michael walked out to make some calls. “You are special, Hermione.” The blonde lady told me. She patted her skirt before sitting on the chair Hector was sitting on yesterday. “Never doubt that.” I think this was supposed to be a pep talk. I’m pretty sure Ken had a lot of those from her. “Whatever you do, just be very careful.” Her voice cracked and she used her gray handkerchief to wipe the tears that had escaped from her red, puffy eyes. I nodded. She couldn’t possibly read minds, right? I don’t remember thinking out loud enough for her to know that I was going to do something about all of this. Nah, it was just a talk.

I didn't even realize that I was laughing so loud until the woman goes “ You won't be laughing soon” And that makes me laugh even more. Maybe I have gone mad that I'm about to die without achieving my dreams, or I didn't get to see my father one last time, and I didn't even have a chance to look for my mother. Damn, Hermoine you sure know how to make an exit, don't you?. I was thinking to myself when we heard a loud growl outside, uh? Everyone in the room was frozen. I think we all held our breath, hoping that we didn't hear that but another howl let us know that we heard right.