Novel & Cerita Hermione Malfoy

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

I've never received this kind of attention to myself. A portion of my heart cracks. If this girl knew that I had been banished from my own family, I wonder what she would think. "I know you're new to being a maid, but I'll teach you everything you need to know, as will Head Maid Greta. My name is Macy, by the way. I know you probably meet a lot of people, but... oh my gosh, I just can't believe it!" the girl says quickly, oblivious to my sorrow.

I heard the B-word behind me but ignored it and knocked on the classroom door. “Hermione. Welcome. Principal Thompson did mention that you will be joining us. You can call me Mr. Morgan.” The class teacher said and I smiled in response. He was a man in his prime, wearing a formal attire but ditched the tie. “Everyone, this is Hermione Anderson. I pray we will all welcome her with open arms.” A brunette that looked like Barbie in the making, raised her hand and Mr. Morgan acknowledged her. “Is it true that you are related to Ken O’ Brian and live in the same house now?”

Ryker I watched her stumble to sit, such a clumsy girl. She didn't look at me, instead pulling out her phone to send some type of message. Probably to that punk Adam. I had no right to get upset, yet I could feel anger rising to the surface. "If you would like my mentorship, I would suggest we not be rude," I said sharply sitting at my desk. Her eyes darted up at me and I watched as her breathing increased. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was petite, young, and angelfaced. She had soft features. Plump pouty lips, and big emerald green eyes. Her hair fell around her shoulder like a blonde-colored blanket. I began to imagine wrapping my hands around it to pull her into me and stopped mys

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

Helena gritted, her eyes rolling in anger. She was trying to keep her cool all this while because of the hunger she was experiencing, but now that she was filled up, she had the strength to curse both of them. She knew how sensitive Draco was to smells and scents because he gets irritated by them easily, so she purposely carried a scented bag along with her to put him in discomfort.

answered Draco. I am Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of The Sky, the last dragon prince on Magica. Sir Edmund Brighton's eyes widened at Draco's answer. His body trembled violently. "Who is she? Why can she use dragon magic?” asked Sir Edmund Brighton. Draco turned his head towards Astrid, and the woman shook her head. "I also do not know. This all happened suddenly,” Astrid replied, shrugging her shoulders. "She's my Amicus, Astrid Lewis," Draco replied, glowering at Sir Edmund Brighton.

HERMIONE’S POV [FLASHBACK] “Stop, Hermione!” Bernard yelled, he was trying to get a hold of me in our bedroom as I was going mad. I just confronted him about something I found out but hoped that it wasn’t true. “Hermione, please. Just hear me out, I’m sorry.” He continued, I couldn’t hear him over the boils of my anger. Red was the only thing I could see at that moment, I was tearing down our bedroom. I was smashing the vases on the floor, tipping over my drawer with my skincare, and throwing objects at him.

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.