Hermione Steals Grimoire From Harry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Once she was well, I would return to get her. I called Stella, and she agreed to come over in the morning. After informing my pilot, I went into my bedroom and packed up a few essentials. However, my glance fell upon Hermione’s sleeping form and I forgot all my woes. The urge to lie down beside her was so great, I couldn’t stop myself. I wasn’t a good wolf. I was tainted, bad, and feral! No female wanted me, except Hermione! I lay down on the bed beside her. Would it be wrong if I gave in to the temptation just for a few minutes?

It was incredibly difficult to discern that went on in that century old heart of hers. I stretched out and received it from her. "That's not all," she spun around, and grabbed a book off the table. She held it out to me again, and I didn't hesitate to take it from her hand. "As promised, I have given you the Crimson heart. And that..." She pointed at the weighty book in my hand. "That's a grimoire, containing research on the blood moon oath. If you go through it diligently, you might find a way to break it without any other kind of substitutions."

I waved goodbye, giggling, and slipped out of sight around the corner. Harry approached Hermione from behind and gave her a gentle shoulder rub. "I'm heading to the area of mystery. meet up with you after you check out?" She answered, "Sure," she said, shutting the book before choosing a different one. "I'm almost done here." With a final friendly squeeze of her shoulder, he added, "Okay, see you in a bit," and she left. I approached the queue ten minutes later, carrying a bundle of paper books beneath my arm. Hermione's eyebrow shot up.

, he asked, without looking up. "No I......well I came to ask you if I could go home to see my Aunt May, she might have a grimoire like the one in the library" "Might?" "Well...she actually does have one", she reluctantly admitted. "And you know this for sure?" "Yes", she breathed, absent-mindedly smoothing down her hair. "So you were lying" Merlin chose her next words carefully, "Grimoires are family heirlooms, kept in secret and passed down from generation to generation. To speak of them, would invite unwanted attention, such as what happened with the one that mysteriously disappeared from your library".

After the long, arduous search, the sight of the grimoire finally uncovered stirred something deep inside her—a sense of destiny fulfilled, perhaps, or simply the overwhelming joy of having solved a mystery that had eluded them for so long. "So the grimoire," Sai echoed, almost breathless, "it’s real after all." His tone wavered between disbelief and wonder, as though he still couldn’t fully grasp the reality in front of him. Both Dryzza and Esmeralda turned to look at him, their eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "You didn’t believe any of this, yet you came?" Esmeralda teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. Sai pouted, a bit defensive. "Well, can you blame me?" He crossed his arms, his lip

If she didn’t have such a good heart, I wouldn’t have loved her so deeply. Cerelia started to head back to the pack house, then changed course, heading closer to Arlo’s territory. Momentary fury sweeps through me at the thought that they could both be with him, but I manage to tamp it down. Cerelia wouldn’t do that. He tried to capture her and she won’t want to go where Hilda is. My wolf easily lets me follow her steps, all the way to the hollow where I hid the grimoire. Which she appears to have taken. To what end? And more importantly, where? As bright a trail as her fragrant smell offered initially, it ends here. Simply disappears.

I pushed against his chest and wriggled myself from his grip. "I want to see all of it please," I begged and she took my hand in hers once more. We were pack at the pack house this time Hermoine left where I stood with the others when Alexia had gone missing. She entered into Nirson's office and I saw them express their love for each other. "Mate?" I was shocked. No one knew Hermione or Nirson had found their mates to think that they were made for each other. I saw fear in Hermoine's eyes when Nirson handed her the report like the one I saw in her eyes when she begged me to keep the Alphas out of this.

I had made him an offer without even knowing if the offer could be pulled off and I didn't want to kill the hope in his eyes. "Okay, where is your Grimoire?" He said with much eagerness. "It's in my dorm room." "Okay, let's go," Dean tilted his head as he replied. Something in me lit up when he said that. I took the first step and Dean followed beside me.

Their dim light tried in vain to illuminate the cloying darkness in the passage. I retreated from her. “Not so fast. What is this?” The door at my back was still open, and for a fleeting moment, I wanted to jump back into the room and close the door in her face. Maybe the spell still held and she couldn’t go in. I would be safe, I thought. Her strange tongue flicked over her lips while she pinned me with her unblinking eyes. “A grimoire, Poppet. My father’s. Can’t you feel it? The magic oozing from it.” She held her hand out to receive it.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.