Hermione Granger Socks Novels & Stories

I replied, kicking my boots off and turned towards him on the sofa, crossing my legs. Damon smirked, spotting my Little Miss Naughty socks. "Nice socks." "Why thank you, I got it in a pack of six." I replied proudly. "Are they for adults?" He asked teasingly. "Hey, I have a small foot… and maybe they were from the kids' section...” How the hell did he figure that out? They weren’t that childish! He chuckled. "So you." "I like my socks and tights." I protested, sticking my tongue out.

RUBY The first thing you'll probably notice about this girl was her height. I'd call it average, rather than tall. She was very pretty and smiled brightly. She had long black hair and an athletic body. She was free spirited and outgoing. My brothers would like this one, I thought. I was a bit surprised when she said she had not yet heard about the Grace's of Gryffindor. Nobody said that. I found this very interesting. The whole school knew about the Grace's of Gryffindor. Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor.

Inside was a white T-shirt that said Big Sister and two pairs of baby socks, one pink and the other blue. “Mum, you got me a T-shirt! It’s so gorgeous, thank you! I love it... but I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do with the socks,” Jems said, looking at them, confused. “Jems, look at what’s written on the shirt. You’ll understand why the socks are there.”

One green, the other deep purple. I had no idea what Gram's obsession was with fuzzy socks, but I had about a dozen pairs myself courtesy of her. Her own fluffy foot coverings today were bright blue with yellow stripes. Maybe it had to do with the fact they kept her in stealth mode, allowing her to sneak up on people. Her favorite. Whatever the reason, Shenka smiled with real delight-how did she do that?-and accepted the offered socks. "Thank you so much, Ethpeal." She sat instantly and slid her own crisp white socks from her feet, choosing the green ones, standing and wiggling her toes when she was done. "They're perfect."

Now, he found the woman wearing a knee-length black lolita gothic gothic dress and platform shoe straps matching the color of her dress creating a mysterious impression on Nora's appearance. The only thing that stood out about Nora's all-black look were the pink socks Nora was wearing, which looked out of place with Nora but the warlock woman didn't seem to mind that fact at all. He also noticed that Nora's hair had turned pink like the color of cotton candy, along with the woman's natural makeup. Only Nora's light purple irises remained the same. “Oh, Nora surprised you? Nora accidentally. Really," Nora hummed happily as she said it, walking until she was in front of Veronica. There was not

“I’m telling Granny you used the H word.” “Telling me what? What H word? Health? Happiness? Hellfire? Habiliment, haemathermal, halitosis? Hemorrhoids?” What a combination. Granny strolls into the room, looking utterly chipper in a twenties-style black beaded dress with fringes hanging down. A beaded headband with a huge black flower rests over her forehead, and her white hair has been curled into ringlets. She looks stunning. She’s also giving all my brothers the granny look, which tells them that she knows they’ve been using the time unwisely, obviously, because I’m not yet dressed and gleaming in the sparkling tux they brought with them.

"I think it's cute. Very first semester student body president. Also? Definitely less alarming than your 'flamingo socks and chaos' look from yesterday." "Hey," Deja muttered, "those socks had character." "They were characters," Lily smirked. "You've got time to change if you want, though." Deja considered it for a second, then shook her head. "Nah. Let's see how the Zuo fam handles Polite Brunch Deja." She sat, smoothed her slacks, and crossed her ankles like her auntie had taught her. "Game face on. Mom, this one's for you. Wait Lily, I thought I was late for breakfast."

He’s the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.Don’t you have better things to worry about?” My eyes take a second to evaluate him, running from his head of silvery-white hair all the way to his toes before returning to his legs. Then I make a show of leaning down and staring at his shins, even tapping against them. “Like maybe the fact that your stupid lucky socks are showing through your team-issued ones? Are those…kittens? Pretty sure that goes against regulation.”

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur