Hermione Malfoy Novels & Stories

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."

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

But then she broke the silence: "I knew there was a reason I liked you. Not everyone would dare use a prince as a pawn. I'm doing this, but you owe me one." I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Where's that cousin of yours? But she should know that I'm riding solo. Even if I'm selecting her on your behalf, she shouldn't expect me to carry her in any way." "It doesn't matter. Dalia just wants in—she'd be glad to just get a ticket into the academy," I replied, scanning the grounds for her. "She's over there with Gretchen," Nyla said, pointing. "We better go before she does something stupid," Kaida said as we made our way over.

Hazel said, her eyes flashing with rage. "What are you going to do about it? It's the truth, isn't it? You killed your mother. Your entrance into the world, killed your mother. You're just as pathetic as Yuka" the queen spat. Unable to take it anymore, Hazel turned away in a bid to leave the garden. But, the queen wasn't going to have it. She stretched out a hand, channeling her ice magic towards Hazel. As soon as Hazel felt it, her eyes changed. Flecks of gold, silver, emerald and crimson brightened her eyes and made them sparkle in an intimidating manner . Acting on instincts, she attacked the queen with her magic, sending her flying several feet away. The queen stumbled to her feet, dazed

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

a chosen one to rule the entire ‘WITCH REALM’. “NO… NO… YOU ARE LYING, WHAT IS THIS… HOW DID I KILLED JUDITH… WHO… WHO… HERSELF IS A VICIOUS AND STRONG SORCERESS…. HOW WAS I ABLE TO BURN HER ALIVE WITHOUT USING ANY WEAPON OR ANY SPELL…. WHAT JUST HAPPED DRACO… WHAT DID I DO…. WHAT AM I DRACO….?” Jasmine pulled herself away from my embrace and screamed on top of her lungs.

This man's hair was made of silk, I'm convinced. "N-Name," he whispered. "Your name." "Well, uh… I'm Soraya. Soraya Quijano—" "accepts you…," he continued. Then he gasped. "Moon Goddess! This human smells so good!" My cheeks heated furiously. I had never received such a compliment. Thanks to the strawberry-smell shampoo and the sweet scent of chamomile tea. "accepts you, S-Star—" "Soraya," I corrected, frowning. "Wait, what is this? Accept to what?"

I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Your tone suggests otherwise." "You'll just have to wait and see," he stated smugly. Hermione shook her head, returning her attention to the dishes. She reached for a particularly slippery glass, but her fingers lost their grip. It slipped from her hands, and she lunged forward to catch it — but her wet foot slid on the tiled floor. "Whoa—"