Hermione Malfoy Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

Even though my life at school is like hell every day, I still miss it. I scrolled through the messenger and noticed that many people were chatting with me. Almost all of them are my classmates or schoolmates, and people who knew me from high school and college. It's just that they were all my haters, I didn't have any friends in high school and college. Only Elthon was the only one I could eat with at the cafeteria, Elthon was not only my boyfriend, he was also my only best friend back then.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

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?"

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

To protect ourselves, we shut off people. I remembered her stories about them being the Harry, Ron, and Hermione of the Southshire Academy. Luna is the kind of girl who is hard to be hated. She’s kind and cool. I want a relationship like what Lucas and she have. They are the polar opposite of each other but they fit perfectly with each other.

Calistha got out of Malfoy's jeep while smoothing the strands of her hair that were blowing in the wind to cover her eyes. They finally arrived at Ilderton after circling for quite a while looking for clues to Luciana's whereabouts. At first glance Calistha felt strange with Malfoy. The man said that he was just an ordinary young man who had never had anything to do with her father. But when she met Malfoy this morning, all her trust in him fell. She couldn't believe that Malfoy was just an ordinary boy because he seemed to be hiding something from her. And again, how did Malfoy find the whereabouts of Aiden's house? Even though she believes that the existence of Aiden's house is very diffic

She had donned a black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He had been with many fine women, and this one too in particular just caught his fleeting attention. He watched her walk past his car and into the elevator when he caught sight of her slick back ponytail. "That blonde hair…" Malfoy mumbled to himself as memories of a night in Las Vegas flashed through his mind. Among the hundreds of blonde hair shades he had seen, this one remained imprinted in his memory ever since that night.