Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

brown short head in her late twenties. The different walls rumbled closing on to each other causing a clutch as the flames of fire bubbled up between the tinny spaces that were left out. As the fire kept closing in on her, she started gaining consciousness. Gasped in terror to her feet with her eyes held to the ground in such of something. it was then when she knelt down to pick up what she was looking for when a male voice startled her. "Hecate." called the black man about the age of thirty with white short hair. in both is hands held two swords and on him was a long trouser with no shirt. "you can't leave hell sister. you have to pay for your sins."

The woman in her thirties smiled politely, hanging on my every word. "I'll need shoes too, black preferably.." I paused, distracted by the clicking of a woman's heels on the flooring. I looked around and found myself unable to say another word once I saw who the woman in heels was. Jamie Harris! Fuck!! Not now!! Of all people to walk through this lobby today, it had to be her. I wasn't prepared to see her yet. I've had a long time to think about how I wanted our first conversation to go,but I was jet lagged and my brain wasn't working. I haven't shaved in months.

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.

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.

He gave me back my note. For the rest of the class, he didn't distract me. At the end of the class, we parted ways. I had to get a textbook for my next class so I went to my locker. I opened it, took the textbook, and closed it to see someone resting on the locker next to mine. It was Tiana Cooper. If you must know, Tiana Cooper was the biggest bitch at Queens High and also the school's number one whore. Not to be mean but she fucked around. Even Chris had tapped her.

The line went dead. Teacher Grumpy was on the other end—that was what everyone at our workplace called her. She had a large, round head crowned with curly black hair, gray strands beginning to show at the ends. Her eyes gave the perpetual impression that she was neither fully awake nor completely asleep. A plump, reddish nose sat above her thin, pale lips. She favored red clothing, which only served to intensify her already forceful personality. She rarely smiled as if joy had been completely drained from her. According to rumors, she spent so much time in the company of a Dementor that she had taken on its characteristics.

Lucian reminded him. "Who? Ophelia?" he inquired with surprise. He didn't know that well about Ophelia. From the she reacted towards Jonathan's adopted daughter, whose name I don't want to take, she is the type to hold a grudge if they hurt someone she likes. She is the loyal kind. That's why she volunteered to pour that chemical on her head, Darius thought "Yes, that girl" Lucian confirmed his suspension. Darius hid his amused smile behind his palm.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

She was stalling. “I will show you,” Iris made Athena stand up and dragged her to a separate room, and Azazel followed. She opened the door revealing a little girl of about seven years. Athena and Azazel were stumped. Iris stood ashamed. Athena and Azazel looked at each other in astoundment. While Azazel understood what was happening, Athena still lacked emotional processing of the situation. The little girl had blonde hair and hazel eyes, pretty as the other two ladies in the room. She immediately got down and ran toward Iris, hugging her waist, “Is she Theia, Mom?” the girl asked, knocking the breath out of Athena and Azazel.