Hermione Granger Through The Years Novels & Stories

“I do. I’ve seen the movies and read the books, because I know you’re going to ask.” The smile comes back to her face, but it’s not the same one as before. I’m back to feeling like a jerk and am getting afraid it might be too late. We just had sex—twice—and I’m acting like none of it mattered. If only she knew how much it did. How much it always has. “They’re modern classics.” “Yeah, they are. Obviously, I’m a fan.” “I got sorted into Ravenclaw. I did the quiz online.” “I got Gryffindor.”

She was, after all, the entity that nurtured Hera and was the one who had made it possible for her to reach 12th grade despite her moronic, lazy self and perception. Hera walked, pursing her lips, at the deserted hallway. At night, the building was orchestrated by such a deafening silence that chilled to the bones, especially when the cold night breeze whistled along with it. It was a comfort for Hera. Fewer students were passing through and, hence, fewer students looking in her direction. If only the hallway was this quiet even by the day, she’d probably never dread the time she would have to steer through it. Since she had arrived at the school, she’d always received more unnecessary atten

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.

Hermione The time has finally come when I'm going to see where my mother has grown up, the excitement that I'm feeling is so unreal and I can't wait to learn more about her and see the other witches, so far Jamilla and Gloria are the only that I have know and I don't consider Gloria one, when she has to have a sacrifice in other for her to have power.

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.

"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?"

She yell then head for the exit door. She twist the door knob but turn. "I'll rescue you from this mess little one" she smile cheerfully. All rage gone. Such mood swings she's got. Angry a minute, cheerful the other. It's pretty wierd. But anyways, I've finally gotten a friend. One who attains extra miles for my safety. Hermione since age twelve is my first friend and I'll certainly cherish her. **** Rowan's POV. I return to the location I abandoned the guards and brother Ron's rescurer.

"What on earth are you blabbering about? I swear on my life that I have never laid a hand on anyone—" "Can you picture Hermione in your mind's eye?" He asked with a curious tone, his eyebrows furrowed in anticipation. "I'm urgently trying to alert you. I have a deep understanding of Hermione's character and personality." With a chuckle, he uttered those words, causing me to erupt into even more boisterous laughter. However, my mirth was abruptly cut short as I recollected the fact that she had attempted to take my life, a shocking revelation that caught me completely off guard.

The most bizarre times were when she binge-ate chocolate eggs, only to regret it. I witnessed the fear, pain, and despair when she found out that her mom had Cancer. They used to snuggle on the sofa and fall asleep together because Jen was too weak to make it upstairs. I remember the time she discovered that wizards didn’t exist. She found the Email for the fake Hogwarts letter her mom had purchased online. I had visions of her lying on the ground between platforms nine and ten at Kings Cross Station with a fractured skull and concussion. I witnessed her princess mania, and when she refused to eat nothing but spaghetti. I recall her questionable fashion sense and her obsession with boy bands

She reaches out, and holds my arm, “You’ve been crying a lot. Look at you Hermione.” A broken laugh escapes me. “What do you expect? Two years locked away… and now this waiting for me as soon as I get home? I’m… I’m shattered, Zara.” I breathe out, not even finding the strength to talk. Her grip tightens. “No. You’re hurting, yes. But you’re not shattered. You’re still you. You’re still Hermione.” “The smart girl that can program dead bodies to function, but can't fry eggs without turning them black.”