Hermione Granger Socks Novels & Stories

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 pu

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

(This is a spin-off from the main ending. it continues months after the surprise party thrown by Jessica for Emma, presumably the time she resumes for university. Thank you for your support for this story) "Jess, do you think I packed enough socks?" Emma asks, holding up a colorful bundle of socks for my inspection. Her room is a whirlwind of clothes, books, and the general chaos of packing for college. I chuckle, surveying the piles of stuff strewn across her bed and floor. "Emma, you've got enough socks to last you through a Siberian winter, let alone a Boston fall," I tease, reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately. She pouts and shoves them into her bag, going through her wardrobe

UG Chapter 6 White ankle socks, check! Black leather loafers, check! Blue gingham uniform, check! Red backpack, complete with shoulder straps, check! And a sparkling silver headband, check! Zea strutted confidently to school. As she glided along the school sidewalk, she could already sense all the eyes fixated on her. "Who is she?" "I don't know. I haven't seen her around before." "Her skin looks so smooth and radiant! She must be from a really rich family."

She opened herself to the shadows. She would have seen the possibilities for everyone around her. Harry Potter has it right. Chocolate. – Grams Knuckles opened the door of Nessie’s room. Standing in the hallway, Siobhan handed him a bag of chocolate candy and a cup of hot cocoa. “According to Grams, Harry Potter has more things right than the paranormal shows. When she’s feeling better, she needs to call Grams or Moira.” “Okay. She was so cold. She’s in the tub right now.” He said taking the items from her.

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

Still smiling, I drop it into the basket. “Interesting,” I murmur to myself. The bell above the door jingles softly as another person enters the shop. I approach the counter, finding Griffen already waiting there with a small bundle of socks in his hand. His posture’s more relaxed than earlier, barely, but the red in his ears is finally gone. As I step up beside him, he glances at me out of the corner of his eye and says, “I grabbed a few different cuts of socks for you. Ankle, crew, whatever those no-show ones are.”

After washing up and changing into cleaner clothes, I walk back to the dining room. Hermione joins me moments later, dressed in a pajama that catches my attention. The outfit accentuates her curves in all the right places, adding a cute touch to her appearance. The baby-soft pink with shades of purple and lint gold is artistically appealing, and the way it complements her skin is captivating.

I could go home and nurse the blue balls I was given that morning. The first thing I did was go into the bathroom. After grabbing my lotion, I froze. Sitting there on the counter were two small, pink socks. I could tell by the dirty imprints in the toes that these were used. They were Siri's. She was a slob, so there was no surprise. I picked them up and went to toss them into Siri's bedroom. Instead, I looked at the toe imprints and felt a stirring in my underwear. I pulled them slowly to my face. By the time they were three or four inches away, I could smell the rank smell. I had mentioned my foot fetish, right? Well to me, this was the equivalent of striking gold. Smelly socks worn by som