Hermione Granger Smiling Novels & Stories

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

I hope not. “Well, I certainly know where to find witches… but there aren’t any werewolves around this part of town… am I right?” She smiled at me. She’s playing tricks with you Hermione. Don’t listen! I did not answer her. My silence meant a lot of things, but I was going to leave it to her to figure it out. She stared at me for a minute then walked to where I was seated. She squatted right before me and it was then that I could see that she did not age pass late 40s early 50s. this lady was supposed to look very old but no.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

"No baby, it's not your fault. I understand how you feel. I just wish you wouldn't put your whole life on a hold just for this please." "Good morning." Hermione cheered happily as she walked towards the dining area. "You look breathtaking, Hermione. Fancy telling me what your secret is?" Julius teased. Hermione giggled. “If I have to tell you then it wouldn't be much of a secret again." Julius nodded his head as he let out a deep chuckle. "Right." "Thanks for coming." Hazel said, as they both hugged. "Anytime aunt. Hey you." Hermione nudged Lorelei by the side.

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

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.

I have to get Diana out of here. Six: On my way, sir. I watch as Hermione and Zara head to the bar. They order wine and what looks like a huge steak then take a small table off to the side. She has this faint, unreadable smile on her face as she bites into her steak. I don’t know what that smile means. If she’s jealous, or if she’s completely unbothered. But I know one thing. I want her to be smiling like that when my lips are on hers, not when she’s watching me with someone else.

"Hermione?" conversation was started by Blake, and now she appears to be communicating with him in some way, but I am unable to decipher what she is saying. I don't believe that they are near one another either. "Wow. . ." His buddies were all murmuring to each other; they were pleased with her, proud of her, and laughing while looking at her; she smiled more as she noticed their reactions. "Well. I am confident that you guys are so down to me. . . But I know that was only meant to be a joke," Hermione says.

Excitement and curiosity filled her voice. I looked down and smiled. I looked up and gave an assuring nod. “I'll drive you there so just be ready by 8pm.” She stepped back and left with a disarming smile. That smile. I love seeing her like this. I haven't seen her being so happy about something for almost years. I'll make sure that she is happy now that she's with me now. I'll protect her no matter what happens. That Noah fucking Moore can never touch her. “Woah, you're punctual. Like always.” She said, when I opened the car door and was about to get in.

She smirks as if reading my mind. "Because I want to have hot phone sex with my lover without distractions." A flirtatious smile replaces her smirk. She slowly removes her tank top, exposing her full breasts, and starts teasing her nipples. Hazel Grace is a goddess.