Hermione Granger Smiling Novels & Stories

She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house. “Hermoine Granger,” I answered and Susie fell into a rant about how the dynamic between her and Ron Weasley made for the perfect love story which I couldn’t help but agree with. *** An hour into The Chamber of Secrets I caught a scent that made me freeze in my seat, the room was dark except for the light of the tv screen but Jasper’s presence was clear as day to me. He was accompanied by a blond guy who looked to be around his age and as they searched the crowded room for space to join the marathon, it became painstakingly obvious that the only space left was on the couch beside me.

I blurted out. And for my dislike, her eyes moisturized a bit and she walked away without glancing back. Darn!! I can't see her crying. I let out a frustrated sigh and continued my way to my classroom. Have I gone too far? --- "Harry, shall we go to a movie?" Quinn asked with excitement in her eyes. "Yeah that great, I already booked a ticket for the movie name 'A Quiet Place' and checked the reviews, it says good. So what do you guys think?" Kevin asked showing four tickets in his hand.

I affirm Glinda stare on, unconvinced "Hermione...." "I need to use the restroom Glinda, see you in the classroom later." I say hurriedly, scampering for safety. Phew! I sigh, pushing the restroom door open. Glinda stands in front of me with a sly smirk. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" I let out a shrilling scream. "Oh goddess!!!!!!" Glinda burst into laughter "You seem to be forgetting who your best friend is."

She gestures from across the table, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Hermione sits close to me, her hand in mine. I gently caress her hand, my fingers dancing across her skin as we answer each question. She reacts visibly to my touch, glancing at me occasionally with a tight smile, a silent warning to stop. But we're live, and she can't do anything to retaliate. I ignore her, enjoying her reactions. "I know, right? Who would have thought a reckless playboy like him would capture the heart of a lady like me?" Hermione answers through faked smiles.

I repeated through my gritted teeth and glares at the girl, I saw her gulped and nodded her head fervently. "Y-yes, maybe s-she went out and I d-didn't notice her." "Thank you." I said and flashed my wide smile at her, as if I didn't kill her with my gaze earlier. "Y-you're welcome." The girl replied with an awkward smile. "Yow Liam, Hera wasn't here and I asked the student there and she said no one saw Hera arrive, are you s–."

“You’re not my t—” "Uh, so you are the instant boyfriend I have just recently." She said with the Hermione accent from the Harry Potter. I didn’t expect that. “And you think I’m so pleased with this kind of rumour that was spread all over the campus?” she smile mockingly. “Then, think again. You may have the good looks but you are not my type.” She added, stood up, brought the shake she was enjoying alone earlier then walk out of the cafeteria. I noticed that she’s beautiful especially when you get to look at her close even though she have thick eyeglasses and braces, she have a white and porcelain-like skin, her hair smells good and her lips that was between red and pink color, so kissable.

She smirks looking at the girls. " Oh Found it! The Guitar"

she asked. “Sure,” Jake replied,” I don’t mind, it actually belongs to the house". He said,smiling at Ruke, who did not look happy with the thought of hermione going for a swim in his brother’s pool. “Thanks” Hermione replied gratefully. She started walking back to her seat. She suddenly slipped and would have toppled over if Ruke had not caught her swiftly,as she was closer to him. They both felt the tingly feeling, as their bodies touched and hermione blushed so obviously, that Raphael couldn’t hide his grin, which further embarrassed hermione.

"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?"

She was… calm. Too calm. This morning, I passed her near the west corridor. For a moment, our eyes met. I braced myself for another bitter remark, or at the very least a glare. But instead, she smiled. A soft, almost serene smile that curled the edges of her lips. It made my skin crawl. Hermoine didn’t do calm. She didn’t do soft. She was wildfire and violence and rage bottled up in red lipstick and stiletto boots. But now, she floated through the halls like nothing ever happened. Like we were acquaintances. Friends, even.