Hermione Gryffindor Novels & Stories

They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other. Strange, she thought, wondering why she felt the need to compare the two. She'd only known Marwan for less than a month and Muslim even less so. It's weird how when you meet a person you take a liking to them immediately you find out you share the same love for the same book or movie. "Slytherin," she replied, proudly. "Ah," he nodded. "I'd have pegged you for a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Are you a parselmouth too?"

Since Hermione’s leg injury had just healed, she could not move properly yet. In addition, her cultivation base was initially inferior to Ynes’, so how could she be a match for Ynes? Alex hurriedly intervened and blocked Ynes. He turned around and asked Hermione. “Do you know her?” Hermione had Alex’s help, so she stood fearlessly behind him and said, “Of course I know her. She thinks she’s some kind of Holy Maiden and is full of herself. She’s waiting for a good offer so that she can sell herself for a good price!”

the butler said. Damian dismissed him and continued his work. After a few hours, Amelia woke up from her nap. After sitting up, she notices two girls dressed in a maid uniform, one who looks matured and the other one seems like the same age as her. "You're awake, madam?" The black-haired one said. "Who are you?" Amelia asks. "Oh right. We hadn't introduced ourselves" the brown-haired one said "My name is Helga, young madam. And this one is Maisy. We were chosen to be the young madam's maids" the black-haired one said and pointed at the one beside her.

After all, only the best and refined killers manage to graduate from the academy she did. She pulled her long, brown locks into a tight ponytail before bending down to put on her shoes. Her mask remaining to cover her face, keeping her identity hidden. Bella warmed herself up as she waited for her name to be called. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Give it up for our favorite fighter! Red!" The announcer's voice blasts through the speakers.

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.

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

I was confused to see the number of chairs set at the dinner, with the staff walking all around to make sure all were in equal proportion. I knew Freda could be quite extravagant sometimes, and she might have invited her friends over for a family dinner. Who was I to decide how she spends her cold-earned money? I decided to sit it out and watch as it all played out. Then, a BMW roadster cruised into the family mansion, blinking lights and screaming luxury, and I knew just who it was. It was Hermione, the young family witch. Dressed in a three-piece Italian suit and heavy shades, her neatly creased trouser was evidence of the wealth that radiated all around her. She carried around her an air

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”