Hermione Gryffindor Novels & Stories

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.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

' his voice was sounding in my head as he went head on like a lunatic to face purely dark and undefeatable magic. I closed my eyes and concentrated like Elara had thought me to do. I had to win this. I needed my mate by my side. The young girls words came sounding again. "Hermione is the least of your worries at the moment. Every gift of life is in your bare hands." She had touched my hands and I felt our souls twine into one. I willed myself to be in that moment again and just like magic, I felt myself become more than what I already was.

she asked, leaning closer to the table. He lifted his head and tilted it sideways. "I haven't gotten a read on you yet. I don't know where to place you, Hermione Windsor." He sighed. "But you're the only one who's shown genuine interest in me since I arrived at this snobby rich school, so I guess you're not all that bad." Hermione smiled. "The feeling is mutual, Rhysand Huxley." Rhys grimaced. "Rhys is fine, thank you."

First of all, I'm not impressed by his want to use Hermione in this, and second, why her? "I don't understand? Hermione has a lot of power. There's nothing virtuous about it," I remind him. Her power is still unknown to a lot of us. She has premonitions, and has been sent up here for protection. Unfortunately, she doesn't really get much of that. Damon rubs the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable for the first time I've ever seen. "I mean purity, like of the physical kind."

The woman in her thirties smiled politely, hanging on my every word. "I'll need shoes too, black preferably.." I paused, distracted by the clicking of a woman's heels on the flooring. I looked around and found myself unable to say another word once I saw who the woman in heels was. Jamie Harris! Fuck!! Not now!! Of all people to walk through this lobby today, it had to be her. I wasn't prepared to see her yet. I've had a long time to think about how I wanted our first conversation to go,but I was jet lagged and my brain wasn't working. I haven't shaved in months.

she asks. “OH! I know that one! That’s the witch kid, right?” Xander asks. “Harry Potter,” Madelyn confirms. “Which house do you think you’d be in?” I ask her as we step off the elevator. “I’d like to say Gryffindor, but probably Huffle Puff. How about you?” “I’m Gryffindor all the way,” I say. “And, I’d bet you’d be a Gryffindor, too. You’re very brave.”

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