Hermione Granger Socks Novels & Stories

She smiled as she watched me sit up. "I am up thank you Ms Potter." I smiled as she left to tend to my siblings. I dressed in the academy blazer, pleated skirt, blouse and neck tie. I pulled on my white knee high socks and black Mary Jane shoes. I took extra care to curl my hair and left it fall down in red waves held in place with a black Alice headband. I had my mother's red hair and fair skin but instead of her green eyes I had my father's deep blue eyes. I put on light blush and the cherry lip gloss I liked.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "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?"

Monday came faster than expected and all students were dressed smartly in their school uniform which was a combination of light blue short sleeved shirt and grey slacks for the guys and a grey flared skirt which was just above the knee for the senior girl and pinafore for the junior girls. Jewel wore her uniform and complimented it with black high tops sneakers, her white socks showing. Her tie was loose around her neck and her hair was packed in a donut bun. She was just stuffing her back pack with books when Henrietta walked in.

She got a Beauty Hacks book from Abigail, a pair of pink Quay sunglasses from Ruby, a flamingo lamp from Rose, a Shawn Mendes perfume from Isabel, an Anastasia Beverly Hills Soft Glam eyeshadow Palette from Charisma, the Emily Merritt animal headphones from Summer and an expensive looking Prada clutch bag from Jace. Mom and Dad had promised to take her out for dinner anywhere she wanted. “Your turn,” Dad said to Alec. He opened his first present and pulled out a pair of taco men's socks. “Nothing like a pair of taco men socks right?” Michael chuckled. Jace nodded and turned to Alec. “We're throwing you a party tonight; men only,” he said and ruffled his hair. “Cassidy” I called out as I walk

I cracked open the windows just in case but closed the blinds tighter. I sighed, not at all how the night was supposed to go. I bent down and took off one of her shoes, then the other. They were Converse that had been painted over. Each had a foggy grey and green silhouette of a forest running down the sides, simple and calming. She was wearing pink fluffy socks. I chuckled quietly. That was not what I would have expected.

Ash takes Charlie’s hand and leads her to the kitchen; she sighs and leans against the kitchen table as Merlin and Claire clear the table and do the washing up. “Okay, what do you need?” She closes her eyes and sighs more deeply, sagging into one of the stools. “I forgot Christmas, I was so wrapped up in Eliza and running things while she was distant and then not there and everything. I completely lost track of the date. I have their main presents, but I forgot the stockings.” Merlin nods, and pulls out his wand again, and two red velvet socks appear, each with white fur around the top. She puts her hands out to touch them and he smells the tears coming.

God knows what was inside them. Suddenly, Mrs.Potter stopped and as I was quite busy in squinting the surroundings, I bumped into her back. She turned around and pointed at the floor. Following her gaze I saw a pair of black flat pumps. I then remembered that I was bare feet. I hastily slipped them on.

White high socks, black doll shoes. A femininity beyond imagination! - ... And, because of that, she felt... ... very - no - fun!! - ... My face turns red right now.

Leonard stopped in front of a sleek silvered door and he rang the doorbell, pulling me closer to his side. The door opened and I saw him– my Idol, Thomas Granger, he wasn't in his usual black and black overalls with his mud brown coat and his favourite red scarf wrapped around his neck. I struggled to suppress my squeal, ‘Ahhhhh! This was him.’ He wore loose sweatpants and an orange-green shirt, with the words, ‘Nerdy Green! Orange Squeeze!’ boldly plastered on it. I stood frozen in place till he turned to me, “So she's the Veronica I hear so much about.”

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