Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

Hermione tuned them out, or tried to, until a woman’s voice called out her name. “Hermione!” The voice cut through the ambient chatter like a blade, stopping Hermione mid-step. She didn’t need to turn around to identify it. She’d know that shrill and performative tone anywhere. She closed her eyes briefly, composed her features, and turned around. Sarah Granger hurried toward her, red curly hair bouncing. Her purple sequined dress caught the chandelier light like a disco ball. In her hand dangled a white mask, one of the handheld ones, useless for concealing anything, favored by people who wanted people to know who exactly they were.

Alex paused, rolled his eyes lazily, then let out a dismissive laugh, as if her words were weightless. Selly inhaled again, deeper this time. Her gaze sharpened—she was no longer just the victim. “Just so you know, Professor. If this ever gets out, I’m not the only one who falls. Your wife does too—Dr. Helena Harrington, dean of the law faculty.” “So now you’re threatening me?”

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.

She would protect the world she had helped to build. No matter what the old magic threw at her, she would not break. She was Elif Demir. She was the half-blood's hope. And she was just getting started.

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

She says lowering her eyes down for the humble effect but I knew better. Her fake stuttering and scared act couldn't fool me, "Why did you barge into my quarters?" I growled. My wolf and my beast wanting her out because she was contaminating the sweet smell of my mate with her desperation. "I'm sorry I know it was wrong of me," her eyes watered a little, "I just couldn't help myself but wonder how you looked like after all the rumors about you. I'm Gretchen, my father is the Gamma of Grimwell pack." She batted her lashes and stepped forward, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

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-"

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

He's constantly the one who displays a genuine concern for my well-being. As he drew closer, I stood rooted to the spot, unable to turn away. I allowed him to wrap his arms around me, feeling his warmth against my skin. However, as I relaxed into his embrace, a sudden clap shattered the moment, causing me to jerk away from Kade's touch. Her eyes widened in amazement as she let out a breathless "Wow . . ." A rush of excitement fills me as I catch sight of her. It's Hermione. With a glint in her eye, she exclaimed, "A daring and powerful superhero!"