Hermione Granger Third Year Novels & Stories

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Vivian came to see him many times, but every time, Winston turned her away. He threw everything of Vivian's out of the house. Then he took out everything related to me from the utility room and rearranged it bit by bit as we did three years ago. I thought Winston was crazy as he mumbled while arranging it: "Aryanna, I can feel it, you're by my side. "You're home, right? Look, the house is still the same as it was three years ago." But things didn't lie. Winston had long ago thrown away most of my things.

Cela said. "I'll take note of that for next time. By the way, what is it about?" Hyun asked. "Oh, actually I have a favor to ask from you," she said. "What is it? Is it something related to the third book?" he asked excitedly. "What's with the third book? Did Ivy go through about it already even without me?" she asked. "Oh no, Ms. Cela. It's not like that. However, she told us to be ready for anything that you might need that is connected to the preparation of the third book," Hyun explained.

The silence, as our eyes shifted from her retreating figure back to the message, lasted for as long as it took Maya, looming unnoticed behind us, to formulate the perfect accent to the revelation occurring. “‘One plus one equals three’ . . . You are the third, then! We could only hope.”

She says lowering her eyes down for the humble effect but I knew better. Her fake stuttering and scared act couldn't fool me, "Why did you barge into my quarters?" I growled. My wolf and my beast wanting her out because she was contaminating the sweet smell of my mate with her desperation. "I'm sorry I know it was wrong of me," her eyes watered a little, "I just couldn't help myself but wonder how you looked like after all the rumors about you. I'm Gretchen, my father is the Gamma of Grimwell pack." She batted her lashes and stepped forward, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

I took a bag of chamomile tea from a box and stuck it in a mug. "Amazing is an understatement," Cam said. "How long were you two friends?" The teapot whistled. I took it from the stove and poured water in the mug. "Her family moved to Salem when we were in the third grade. We were in the same reading group. She was shy and always had her nose in a book. Our teacher challenged us to read the Harry Potter books. We read those books twice by summer vacation. She was a total book nerd, so we got along together perfectly. I used to say her parents moved to Salem for me because I needed her." His eyes filled with tears.

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.

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.

Still, it does not mean that our house has all the scholars in the school. There are a lot of other students that are smart, but their other characteristics overpower their intelligence which is why they got sorted to the other houses. One is not simply a genius when one is in the House of Iota, one is also wise and tactical. I was awoken from my thought when I found Anne jumping and running around. She was like walking sunshine. I smiled at them as they continued to wander the halls of the third floor. Marbled pillars scattered across the hall and in the middle were two grand staircases that both lead to the fourth floor. The third floor was more like a ballroom, I heard it was where the se

Which was why, once the witches council put their sights on her --literally, she wore a glass eye throughout her sixth year-- and even more so after the Lilith fiasco, she became a nervous wreck, always wanting to please, but never quite managing to do so. Huge achievement like getting not one but two familiars, and one from the top class at that, were met with curt nods and even more speculation. Calling forth a baricade of fire at such a young age was rewarded with even curter nods coupled with being levelled satisfied gazes with calculative glints. What they were calculating she didn't quite know. Fine and precise spells --luck on her part-- warranted being looked at smugly, enough to m