Hermione Is Jealous Of Harry's Grades Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“She doesn’t deserve you. Chloe. She’s nothing but a wolf-less little parasite clinging to the skirt if anyone shows her even a little care. She’s using you, Harry. Can’t you see that?” His fists clenched. “Don’t talk about her like that.” “She was always jealous of me,” I pressed, making sure I maintained eye contact. He didn’t look away. “ She had always been jealous of me, of our bond, my position in your life and wished you could see her just a little. She has an unhealthy obsession with you. She doesn’t love you. She loves what you give her… attention, protection, a place she could never earn on her own.”

Someone muttered quietly, “But what if? Harry doesn’t seem like someone easy to mess with.” Lena’s tone was lazy. “There are plenty of pretty girls at First High School. Have you ever seen him spare any of them a glance?” Her tone inevitably carried contempt. “All he ever did was follow me around. Even a lapdog wasn’t as clingy as him.” Sharp, grating laughter erupted in the private room, like a slap across my face. I wanted to leave, but my feet felt rooted to the floor, forcing me to listen—and hurt. Someone clicked their tongue in amazement.

Am lost of defensive words. I clasp my lips together. I itch my head. I pass mom s help out luck. She only smirk. She reurn a you're alone look. She return it amidst devious smiles. I gasp playfully. She betray me. She fucking betray me. I'll definitely return the favor. I send her a threatening signal. She exchange glances with Hermonie. They instantly burst out laughing. They laugh hard and loud at my failure. "Remains mystery at your second best position back at college's because you really as unintelligent" Hermonie mocks more.

she responded and I could bet on my title as beta that she rolled her eyes but the darkness didn't let me read her expression but from where her voice sounded, I could tell we were in the same space and she was at my far left. "Be serious," "I am," she replied. "But I don't know how I got here," "And I do? Lol, you should really apply for clown circus beta." Hermoine was intentionally stepping on my nerve to piss me off. At times I felt as though she fed off pissing me off so I never hesitated returning the favour Everytime. "I hope they bring her back," I picked a trace of sadness in Hermoine's voice and no matter how much I wanted to ignore her, I still asked.

Harry was acting arrogant and mean, before Diane's incredulous look. “I can't believe what you are saying to me Harry, are you kicking me out of your own house?” “I'm not kicking you out, but I'm not interested in you being here anymore, besides, the room you were occupying, from today on, will be occupied by my cousin Grace" Diane's cheeks filled with anger when she heard those words, the preference she was giving to her climbing cousin filled her with jealousy. “Of course, I imagine! Since I don't have Grace's legs, I'm not worthy of your attention," she had said that last thing without thinking about it, she had simply let herself be carried away by an attack of unforeseen jealousy.

The lingering resentment and bitter rivalry that had defined their first three years at the academy were entirely gone, replaced by a heavy, stunned awe. "They're staring," Zeyric muttered under his breath, keeping his pace steady and even as they walked side-by-side down the grand marble staircase. "It's entirely unnatural." "Let them stare," Thalen replied, his posture straight, his chin lifted with the effortless, aristocratic confidence that had once looked like arrogant posturing but now felt entirely earned. "They are merely contemplating the mathematics of their own inferiority." "You're incorrigible." "I am honest. There is a distinct difference."

In Rambridge's high school During break, Harry was at the school's cafeteria eating his packed lunch when he caught sight of Annabelle, the prettiest girl in high school. His eyes shone and his lips widened into a smile which soon faded as he watched Kiran walk up to her and snake his hands around her waist Harry had long had a crush on Annabelle ever since he was in 10th grade, but he had no courage to confess his feelings to her. Especially when she had a swarm of admirers around her. He was neither rich nor handsome, he felt he was no match for such a lady

Who wouldn't want to be beautiful and have the ability to accomplish anything with the snap of a finger? When I was going to receive my award for being the prom queen, the nerd student assistant showed up, and he revealed what I had done to be able pass all of my subjects. ''I am so disappointed with you!'' I thought Harry would sympathize with me, I was wrong. ''Harry, please...'' I tried to stop him from leaving me. ''Please listen to me. Hear my explanation first before you judge me...'' ''No!'' he yanked my hands away. ''I'm breaking up with you! You spoiled brat, ambitious whippersnapper!''

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

When the lunch bell rings, she stands up, brushing crumbs off her skirt. “I’ll… see you after school?” “Yes,” I say instantly. Her smile is small—but real. And when she walks away, my wolf stretches contentedly inside my mind. “Told you,” Zeo murmurs. “She’s yours.” I clench my fists lightly. “She’s not mine,” I whisper. “Not yet.” But gods help me, I want her to be.