Novelas y relatos de Hermione Granger

Her hair was swept into a neat bun, and she wore a dress that hugged the curves of her body. The woman seemed to be aging quite gracefully, for she only looked to be in her 30s and gave off the gentle, refined charm of a woman from the southern part of Charmya. Based on her looks alone, one would have assumed she was Serena's older sister. However, Cassian knew that Serena didn't have any older sisters, so this woman could only be one person—Quinn Granger, Serena's mother. Cassian also noticed the high-quality emerald pendant Quinn was wearing. It was no ordinary jewelry.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

At 5 foot 10, she doesn’t need any more height, but she still wears 5-inch heels to accentuate her lean body, which what I wouldn’t give to add a few inches to my 5’5 inch height. She may be a high-maintenance and a mommy and daddy’s spoiled little girl, but looks can be deceiving. At 17 years old, Hazel is one of the most loved, soon-to-be high-ranking she-wolves in our pack. She is the Valedictorian of her senior class this year and was voted the most likely to succeed she-wolf in school. She is on the debate team, editor of the school newspaper, and even on the student council. She is the picture-perfect Gamma’s daughter. Her sweet and caring personality is like a magnet for everyone she

A slight headache hits her. Mr. Gauis tried consoling her but she declined, breathing out “I'm fine.”to him. She after awhile cleaned her tears and clenched her fist tightly. “Let get this over with. I am not going to let him or Adrian take anymore person from me.” “Adrian ..?”Mr. Gauis furrowed his brow. “How do you know of him?” “He's Caleb Father and the leader of the Secret Spy Organization. I see every other person except my generation, know him. ”

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Not because she didn't know what was in the bag, but because she could see that she was shaking violently. The platinum-blonde-haired witch tried to compose herself and calmly explain why she was there. "As you know, Bianca, my sister, Dhara, and I are witches. However, each of us has a gift of our own. As for me, I am a potions master..." "Like Severus Snape?" cut in Bianca, suddenly excited. "Who?" asked Dhara and Darya in the same voice. Bianca quickly put a hand to her lips before clearing her throat in an attempt to quell the embarrassed laughter that ran through her. She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!"

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

“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.

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.

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.