Hermione Granger Mudblood Novels & Stories

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.

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

Damien chipped in with urgency in his voice. I exhaled sharply and was lost in my thoughts over his point of view. However, I didn't see it that way. I felt Jeremy was overprotective, and that had limited me from attaining some ranks as a pureblood. It was a shame for a pureblood to be defeated by a witch. It was a thing that shouldn't happen. Before now, I had read in the pack library the power, and command a pureblood have. As a pureblood, there shouldn't be anything that could defeat me except the Moon goddess. This wasn't my skill, but it was the ability the Moon goddess gave to me from above.

My face is crimson. I feel like I'm burning, I'm so red. I see scarlet. My face is flushed. I am filled with excitement as I gaze at Gertrude's coiled body, trembling and groveling. I want her to suffer. Her tears pierce my heart, and I realize that I want to hurt her even more. Every sharp note that they make just serves to fan the flames of my inner fire. They ring in my ears. I take up an iron mace from the weapons rack, its weight firm and heavy in my hand, and my movements don't even feel like mine.

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"