Hermione Granger Socks の小説・ストーリー

"What do you think?" "Damn, you're hot," he said, his eyes roaming from my head down to my legs. "Payton, you look like a succubus." "I do, huh?" I was putting on black long lace socks with straps to my waist, black lace pants which had its own straps that joined with the straps on my waist and went all the way to my stomach and formed a circle at my chest area, around my black bra.

Then I got confused… “Shorts or skirt?” “Shorts are okay,” she said. I pulled out a pair of white denim shorts and opened the drawer to get her underwear. Without looking, I took out lingerie and a bra, then returned to her. “Aiden,” she whispered but laughed at me. “I can’t wear this pair of socks. I need a panty.” “What?” I turned around to see what I had given her, and she was right. I handed her a pair of lace socks. Jessamine chuckled amusedly and followed me with her gaze as I walked back to the drawer.

I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"

From the bottom of the bag, Grace removes a separately wrapped pair of simple, thick-heeled pumps, dyed to match the dress and decorated over the toe with the same orange blossoms. “What’s this?” Setting the shoes on the floor and reaching back inside, she pulls out a translucent mesh drawstring bag. Opening it, Grace draws out a square card with folded fabric wrapped carefully around it. “Oh my gosh.” She looks up at me, her face awash in wonder. “They’re pearl beaded silk stockings.” What I’m about to do is entirely wrong, and I’m going to do it anyway because obviously, finding the dress is no longer an issue. And frankly, I have my own agenda her mentioning the word ‘stockings’ has edged

"Mama! Look!" Anika thundered down the stairs and skidded into the kitchen, practically vibrating. She was wearing mismatched unicorn pajamas, a single neon-pink sock, and a head of curls that looked like she’d personally lost a fight with static electricity. She pointed an accusing finger at her own bare right foot. "My other sock vanished. It’s completely gone." I looked from her panicked face down to her left hand, where the missing pink fabric was currently clutched in a tight fist.

“Now I get a turn? Save it. I don’t want a tie.” “It’s not a tie,” I said, offering a small, mischievous grin. “While I was picking out Oliver’s gift, the clerk mentioned a promotion—buy a premium item, get a pair of performance-grade hockey socks for free. You’re always complaining about the friction in your skates, and these are usually three hundred dollars a pair. These were a steal. I got the black ones to match your practice gear—” Before I could finish, Sebastian snatched the box and tossed it back into the bag like it was toxic. His expression was a thundercloud.

I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the floor where I stood in front of his desk. “Because short skirts and Harry Potter T-shirts are so professional,” he retorted. I wore a black, pleated leather skirt that sat high on my hips and flared out with bare legs and black combat boots. On top, I wore a white T-shirt that read, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one,” with the golden Harry Potter snitch on it tucked into my skirt. “Whatever, Muggle.” I plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

He spoke in a tone very much like an elder. "I'm wearing it thick." Mu Zi said with a smiling face, "Although these are socks, they are actually thickened warm bottoming socks, no worse than your coat." Gerry's girls' school uniform, the lower half of which was a skirt, had to be paired with thick bottoming socks in the winter. Gu Liang's eyes swept under her skirt. Mu Zi had a pair of long, slender, straight legs, neither withered nor bloated, with nice even curves.

“I take it your fullmooning went well.” Sofia inspected the look I was giving her. She had her hair in a low, side ponytail. I guess that was the only thing about her she could change. I was in a lilac knee-length, sleeveless dress. “What do you care.” I rolled my eyes. “Hermione. I’m not your enemy here.” She said. I could tell she wanted to come closer to me but my animal was between us. “You really should trust me.”

"Thank you so, so much for tonight. You've been amazing and I loved hanging out with you." "Glad to hear that... And likewise," she replied. At the door, she gave me a lingering hug. She then disappeared into the night. No question, she checked all the right boxes. Well-educated, well-spoken, well-mannered, well-dressed, well-connected, etc. As soon as Gray reentered the frame though, wearing one sea-green sock and one mustard-yellow sock with three-stripe slides, my 'perfect date' faded into the background, along with the rest of the world.