Hermione Granger Mudblood Novels & Stories

“Girl, you look damn hot! Are you sure you’re that witch girl from Harry Potter and not a slutty version of Scarlet Witch?” “Her name is Miss Hermione Granger,” I told Trish, rolling my eyes. “Plus I’m not a redhead. Can’t be Scarlet Witch even if I want to unless you got a wig stashed somewhere for me to wear.” “Don’t think I’m a nerd but even I know that before she became Scarlet Witch, she was Wanda Maximoff and she was a brunette just like you,” teased Trish with a wink. “Anyway, what do you think?” She did a little twirl then looked at me over her shoulder, her brows wiggled as a mischievous smile formed on her red lips.

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.

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Your tone suggests otherwise." "You'll just have to wait and see," he stated smugly. Hermione shook her head, returning her attention to the dishes. She reached for a particularly slippery glass, but her fingers lost their grip. It slipped from her hands, and she lunged forward to catch it — but her wet foot slid on the tiled floor. "Whoa—"

Instead, I bled through my gloves and finished all fifty-eight. Not all of them were cruel. One student, a girl named Nyra Alen, offered me water after a training match. Her skin shimmered faintly like moonlight, and her House crest marked her as Sirenblood—an offshoot of water elementals known for song-based magic and emotion sensing. “You shouldn’t let him push you like that,” she said, handing me the flask. “He’s doing it because he’s afraid of what you’ll become.” I snorted. “Pretty sure it’s because he enjoys watching me bleed.”

He prompted gently. “She said she had a plan for the Luna, she wouldn’t tell us what, but she kept going into the city. She said the Luna didn’t deserve the title because the Luna was only a half blood, not a real wolf. She said she would make Aiden seen her for what she was, and then she would make Aiden pick her as his Luna.” Ashely kept babbling as if her mouth had a mind of its own. “Really, and how did she think she would do all of that?” Jax asked, disbelief on his face.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

I say, playing along with whatever she’s getting at. “The sixteen-year-old birthday girl,” she says, annoyed. “Her parents named her Justice, creative. I slipped away when a few excited boys moved in on her. How about we go back and join Justice on the dance floor?” I find it more humoring than she does. In a matter of seconds there’s a flash of messy brown hair and a pair of fierce brown eyes staring me down. Her glossy lips purse to form whatever smart reply that brain of her is thinking, but a static filled voice interrupts. “Black Night, this is Muggle Born…where are you?”