Hermione Granger Year 7 Novels & Stories

she says and I cover my ears mockingly. "Don't speak his name." "Zel, he is not Voldemort", she laughs and I still keep my hands on my ears even though I can hear her. Everyone has their fears. Even Jumpers. Mine happens to be the tormentor of souls. The God of death. I felt like I had a very big target on my back at times, but it's been seven years and as long as the necklace remains around my neck. He can't find me. Klara gives me one last smile before she walks out of the kitchen. I put my lunch in my bag and decide to leave for school.

Drawing upon the information provided by the map, Severin muttered to himself, "Perhaps there are seventh-grade herbs on this planet too." He was a seventh-grade medium-rank alchemist, so any ordinary sixth-grade herbs were useless for him. Only seventh-grade herbs could ignite Severin's interest enough to warrant action. He hoped that the herbs on the planet ahead held sufficient quality to meet his exacting demands. It would be disappointing if all of them were sixth-grade herbs.

Pops asked as we all looked at him. "It was in school, a kid in the 7th grade was talking to his friend in the hallway and he pointed at one girl and he said, look I gave her a love bite. Mommy neck looks like hers so I figured it's a love bite, is it a bad word?" He asked, innocently. Honestly I don't know what's more shocking, Liam always doing and saying things innocently or the fact that a 7th grade student is already giving a girl hickey. What do they know that they are doing?

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

Right. Our next class was History, our teacher was a chirpy she-wolf who made us introduce ourselves. Again. Introduction was pretty much the only thing that happened all through Geography I, and Herbology I, I'm just glad our Arithmetic teacher wasn't in attendance because if I hear one more 'my name is' or 'years old' or 'nice to meet you' I'd probably stand on my head and start screaming like a madwolf. "That was a nightmare," I told Diana as we went out after getting dismissed at six o'clock.

Mystic Lavender – Second Year Deep Sapphire – Third Year Twilight Gold – Fourth Year Each year had its own color so students could easily recognize what year level everyone belonged to. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m the most beautiful girl in Lunaris and the future luna of the Silvermoon Pack. How dare you bump into me and look at me as if you’re somehow above me?” I almost laughed at what she said. Did she just say she was the future luna of the Silvermoon Pack? If that was the case, then she liked Maxwell. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. What a great way to start my day. It looked like my life here wouldn’t be peaceful after all because on my very first day, I had already bumped into

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.

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-"

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.

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.*