Hermione Granger Socks Novels & Stories

- There are only three pairs of change of clothes, a toothbrush, a comb, soap and socks. - Socks? Andras asked with emotion. - Yes. Little white ones, so they fell out, ”she pointed with a sharp fingernail. “Hey,” she exclaimed indignantly, “scattered it - clean up after yourself.” - All the same finger swayed instructively from side to side in front of Andras's very nose.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

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.

Reed’s pov “I am surprised you summoned me.” her voice sharp as freshly cut diamonds reached my ears and it take every ounce of my will power not to flinch in front of her. I turned slowly, making sure not to look at her face directly. My eyes caught the first sight of her feet. On her feet, Hecate wore silver sandals; her greaves cover her legs completely, and they are incredibly sturdy. The greaves are fastened with an extra strap across the top, probably for the easy removal.

Hermione I couldn't sleep at all last night turn over and over on my bed , by the time I finally catch some sleep the sun was already up on the sky and I'm wracking my brain on why did I ask him that question, it's feeling that kept me awake wondering what was I trying to accomplish by making setting myself up for failure. Finally, swinging my legs of the bed onto the cold floor to give my body a little jilt because I'm feeling like a dead person, getting in the bathroom I decide to take a cold shower maybe that would make me look more like a alive human and not a dead one, once I was done I put on one of my short beautiful purple skirt pair it with a white cramp top, since my hair is alread

This was one of my most fashionablely decent clothes , and I thought pairing it with an ankle sock would make it look cute. What was wrong with it? I looked back at him, worried now. Don't people at Belmont dress this way? The only reason I was concerned was because Zephyr had been going to my dream college for at least three years, so he would know better about things like this. “What's wrong with the socks?” He gave me a look that said everything. “Nothing,” he said. “There's absolutely nothing wrong with it, not if you're below twelve.” My jaw dropped. What. A. Jerk.

“Okay! But I still hate the socks. They’re the worst thing ever. Promise we can take them off after school?” “Promise,” I said, helping her wiggle into the uniform and making silly faces the whole time to keep her giggling. “Look at you, fancy socks and all. Now you’re a secret agent in disguise. The itchy socks are your superpower. They make you run faster than all the other kids. Super speed activated. Zoom zoom.” She giggled and twirled in front of the mirror. “Secret agent Lily! I like that. Do I get cool sunglasses too? And a spy watch that beeps when there’s danger?”

she asks referring to the high socks. "Black?" I say unsure. She murmurs 'I thought so' and commands me to take my shower quick. "Change to this after showering." She is bossy as ever. I look over the uniform neatly ironed and folded on my drawer. So Trenfor High has a uniform I say to myself remembering the name of the school from the man last night. I am checking from afar the 'disguise' prepared for me. Cute uniform, flat black shoes, black high socks, black ribbon pony tail, black-rimmed study glasses, maroon backpack and braces. Braces?

Kate was so taken by them it probably looked like she was ogling them. As though to subvert the knee-high socks ban, Francine’s socks went the opposite way and shrank. She was indeed wearing white socks but they were liners instead of ankle-length. Her shoes were the prescribed black leather with, at most, one-inch heels but Kate inexplicably felt as though Francine was wearing stilettos.

“Why? Is anything wrong with the way I dress? I can dress myself up just fine.” “Oh, no, I never said you couldn’t dress yourself. I only said I wanna dress you up for it, because I don’t want to go to a party with Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. If I want that to happen, then I’ll let you go with me like this.” She said, referring to my favourite movie character. “Hey!” I argued, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hermione, she is smart, intelligent, hot, fucking pretty and a very brilliant lady!” I added, defending my favourite character while Nicole only rolled her eyes.