Hermione Granger Wardrobe Novels & Stories

I remember her saying once that she didn’t need to sleep all that much, unlike other witches due to her age. Sure enough, the Headmistress, already dressed for the day, answers the door. It’s strange to see her decked in modern, human clothes. Although she wears a pair of cargo pants and a buttoned-up shirt under a sweater, she still manages to look like someone who was beyond human. Her white hair is braided tightly down her back, not altered at all because nowadays, having dyed white hair was not uncommon. Even here in Cluj-Napoca, we’d seen people with hair dyed in multiple colors.

My jaw clenched. By the time I tried on the fifth dress, I was sweating, silently cursing everything from Draco’s stupid cheekbones to Larry’s stupid fingers. How did I get into this mess? Why couldn’t I be a normal girl with a boring boyfriend and a part-time job at a bookstore? “You’re staring again,” Draco drawled as I stepped out in a dark emerald gown. “That one... hmm. It says ‘deadly but still docile.’ I like it.” “I feel like I’m being packaged for auction,” I snapped and hoped he wouldn't pull a gun and shoot me.

Across from it, two arched doors stood open to reveal a walk-in closet. Elara was already there, grinning as she stepped aside. “Told you.” Inside, rows of shelves, drawers, and hanging racks stretched across the walls. Dresses. Leather. Silk. Boots. Heels. Lace. Colors I loved and never told anyone about. Styles I’d never dared wear, but somehow… Dorian had known. There were underthings in delicate fabrics. Battle leathers with metal clasps that fit like armor made for a queen. A Luna. “You planned this.” My voice was barely a whisper.

"I’m just glad he’s keeping you thoroughly adored. Now—clipboard time. Dress fitting, guest list confirmations, food tastings—" "Food tastings?" She winked. "Well, one of us deserves to enjoy this. Now come on, my queen. Let’s pick your armor." The wardrobe room was massive. Gowns in every shade and shimmer hung from carved wooden racks, while golden sunlight poured in from arched windows. My breath caught just stepping inside. Freya pulled a deep violet gown from one rack, then a gold one with intricate embroidery. "This screams Luna. And this? This screams 'bow before me, bitches.'"

I remembered I was hypnotized by the vampire called Eryx. I might have submitted to them but how dare he take me against my will! My necklace glowed bright as heat and anger overwhelmed me. I paused for a moment to steady myself, then walked over to the shared wardrobe and started getting dressed. The girls' uniform consisted of a tailored, long-sleeved white blouse with vintage buttons and either high-waisted black skirts or fitted black trousers. For some reason, I wasn’t in the mood for a skirt today. I slipped on my heeled Oxford shoes and sat at the edge of my bed. I breathed in deeply, then turned to the flowery hand mirror on my nightstand.

“Let’s do muffins. Any leftovers I’ll take with me and make the guys jealous.” She was laughing as he walked down the hall to Marie’s room. The door was opened, and he stood just out of view watching the four girls. A stack of Marie’s books had been knocked over and he decided that it must have been the crash that he heard. Marie had a sleeveless floor length empire waist dress in dark gray with bright purple trim and lace. He already knew that she chose that to pretend that it was her Hogwarts Ravenclaw uniform. Dee had a knee length pale pink tea dress with a navy sash and trim. Taylor had a similar dress with tiny white flowers all over the pale blue material with white lace at the hem.

While Rhys was outside sorting out the pastries they brought, Hermione was inside sorting through his wardrobe for something to wear. In the end, she picked one of his massive flannel shirts to wear and tied her hair into a messy bun. She did this not only because it was comfortable, but because she knew it would undoubtedly evoke a reaction from deep within him. She knew this because she had seen the look he gave her the last two times she'd done so — a look of pure desire. Hermione checked herself in the mirror for a second. This time, she had taken things up a notch. The shirt stopped right below her butt, and the only thing underneath was her lacy red underwear.

“Why? Is anything wrong with the way I dress? I can dress myself up just fine.” “Oh, no, I never said you couldn’t dress yourself. I only said I wanna dress you up for it, because I don’t want to go to a party with Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. If I want that to happen, then I’ll let you go with me like this.” She said, referring to my favourite movie character. “Hey!” I argued, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hermione, she is smart, intelligent, hot, fucking pretty and a very brilliant lady!” I added, defending my favourite character while Nicole only rolled her eyes.

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

For the first time, I noticed the way she was dressed. Fear punched me in the stomach so hard I had nothing to say. Normally, Mom dressed in flowing skirts, blouses, large silver jewelry. She didn't get she looked like the stereotypical witch right down to the delicate pentagram she wore around her neck. I'd tried, Erica tried, I think the whole coven mentioned to her gently at one time or another she could do with a wardrobe change. But nothing influenced Miriam Hayle and her sense of style.