Hermione Nickname Novels & Stories

Not Amanda. Not Amanda Light. Just Humi. The nickname started years ago when Sage Stone decided I wasn't worth talking to. The rest of the school followed his lead like obedient puppies. My former friends, my classmates, and even my own cousins fell in line. At first, I fought it. I begged for answers. I tried talking to them. I tried pretending nothing had changed. But eventually, I learned the truth. Once Sage Stone makes up his mind, nobody dares challenge him. Not if they want to keep their place in the pack.

“Girl, you look damn hot! Are you sure you’re that witch girl from Harry Potter and not a slutty version of Scarlet Witch?” “Her name is Miss Hermione Granger,” I told Trish, rolling my eyes. “Plus I’m not a redhead. Can’t be Scarlet Witch even if I want to unless you got a wig stashed somewhere for me to wear.” “Don’t think I’m a nerd but even I know that before she became Scarlet Witch, she was Wanda Maximoff and she was a brunette just like you,” teased Trish with a wink. “Anyway, what do you think?” She did a little twirl then looked at me over her shoulder, her brows wiggled as a mischievous smile formed on her red lips.

I scoffed and started walking again. “That’s what I thought,” Bryanna gloated. “You are so out of her league. People like us don’t lower ourselves to people like Isabella Aventini.” Bryanna, you are not even worth Isabella’s pinky finger, you bitch, I thought to myself. We walked for about 10 minutes more. “Why do you call her MC?” I asked, curiously. “Oh,” Bryanna laughed. “That was her nickname in girls’ prep school. Moo Cow or MC. She really needs to lose 30 pounds.” Bryanna snickered.

Why can't they call me Artemis since I'm already in their database? She chews the inside of her lower lips. She persisted in asking, "Aren't you?" "Yes, I’m Artemis," I uttered in a low voice. It isn't very comfortable to find out that these she-wolves ask me if I am Hermione’s twin sister because it directly indicates that she is significantly more well-known than I am. I didn't get what I deserved. "That's right. . ." she mumbled. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have to tell you that Hermione is going to be the one singing at the ball. I felt it necessary to bring that to your attention. I'm not sure how significant that is—"

She took a second to think but as expected, came up with nothing. “Am I supposed to know that?” “Exactly.” Most did not know the Luna Queen’s given name and those that did did not dare speak it. She was the Luna Queen and that was what she went by. Only my father had the privilege of calling her by her name. “You can call me honey, though,” I told her. “I think I would like it if you gave me a nickname.” “Just – oh, goddess.” She looked away with her eyes closed. I could only imagine she was embarrassed.

I asked, only somewhat joking as I referred to the Untouchable that tormented and raped Olive as he pleased. ‘He-who-must-not-be-named’ wasn’t one of the nicknames she’d given him, but I couldn’t resist a good Harry Potter reference. That being said, Olive was much more creative in the nickname department. Among my favorites were asshat and the dickless wonder, but the last thing I wanted to bring up was Blaze Madden’s penis. I had a light breakfast and the last thing I wanted to do was spew it all over Olive’s shiny new car. No, thank you.

Her fantastic rack was too beautiful to be hidden from the world; he wanted her in something with a lot of cleavage. Mrs. Jenkin's new clothing choices hadn't escaped the attention of Harry's classmates. More than once, he overheard a whispered conversation about her legs. Despite the fact that she was topless on her knees in front of him three times a week, even Harry found herself getting distracted when the teacher bent over, or idle-mindedly ran her hand up one of her long legs. Some of the students had even given her a nickname - "Gams" - so they could talk about her without getting in trouble.