Hermione Granger Mudblood Romane & Geschichten

She had donned a black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He had been with many fine women, and this one too in particular just caught his fleeting attention. He watched her walk past his car and into the elevator when he caught sight of her slick back ponytail. "That blonde hair…" Malfoy mumbled to himself as memories of a night in Las Vegas flashed through his mind. Among the hundreds of blonde hair shades he had seen, this one remained imprinted in his memory ever since that night.

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

"Big brother, I have already looked at my one, and there is something else you need to know before you go any further. Grandmother Caroline isn't a wolf, she is the high priestess of Ravenclaw coven and headmistress of Ravenclaw Academy, which makes you, Bella, and me hybrids-that could be why you are having trouble controlling your magic. With Elena's dose of Alpha blood and also being an elemental, you're much more powerful than either of your mates." 'Oh great, more magic' his wolf grumped and Mikhail could feel the beginnings of a pressure headache cooking his brain. As he digested the new information his phone rang. Automatically he picked it up and confirmed that two full teams were on

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

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?"

"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?"

Hazel said through gritted teeth. "Right. I heard about you. You must be Hazel Spiers, the crown prince's bride" Anya drawled, her stare condenscending. "My name is Princess Anya, Hazel and I'm a half blood" Hazel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I can tell what you are just by looking at you. I can already tell that you're a proud bitch whose ego is bigger than a mountain" Anya clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowed. She had no idea why a mere red blood was addressing her so informally. She had never seen a red blood who was courageous enough to look a black blood in the eye without showing fear.

I asked her. "Can't afford it," she answered honestly. "I'm just here for the experience." Her frankness surprised me. Most Omegas would act demure or flirtatious in front of an Alpha, but she was just naturally herself. "What's your name?" "Sophia Grey." "I'm Lucas Stone." "I know," she smiled. "The heir to the Stone family." "Then why aren't you acting a little more... enthusiastic?" I asked, curious. "Why should I be?" she countered. "Because of your bloodline? Or because of your wealth?"