Hermione Weasley Novels & Stories

As we were both on the ground picking up my school books. Once we were finished we stood up and she handed me my books. "Thank you..." I was going to say her name but I didnt know it. I wanted to know it though. "Colette, Colette Adams" Her name perfectly matched her in every way. You could tell she was a werewolf my wolf had sniffed it out. She was in my pack to my wolf smelt that aswell. I was surprised I hadn't seen her before.

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.

At 5 foot 10, she doesn’t need any more height, but she still wears 5-inch heels to accentuate her lean body, which what I wouldn’t give to add a few inches to my 5’5 inch height. She may be a high-maintenance and a mommy and daddy’s spoiled little girl, but looks can be deceiving. At 17 years old, Hazel is one of the most loved, soon-to-be high-ranking she-wolves in our pack. She is the Valedictorian of her senior class this year and was voted the most likely to succeed she-wolf in school. She is on the debate team, editor of the school newspaper, and even on the student council. She is the picture-perfect Gamma’s daughter. Her sweet and caring personality is like a magnet for everyone she

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

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

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?”

“Since I was 14, I have spent millions on private investigators but they couldn’t find her. And now that I got her location, they’re telling me it’s a dead end? So it’s been a wild goose chase all along?” “Riele….” She called softly as she moved towards me, but I stepped back and she paused. “I couldn’t find my mom in the psychiatric home, but guess who I found? Hermione Gates, and who is that? Oh, that’s you!” I stated sarcastically, “So you might want to start talking right now.” Hermione took in a deep breath before sitting by the edge of her office table, “I knew you would find out eventually. You’ve always been a smart girl….” She complimented me with a soft smile, I rolled my eyes.

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.

Erik invited them in, and walked inside the chambers. As he entered the chambers, he saw his three wifes, Susan, Joan, and Leona, seated in the sofas around a low round table, talking and drinking tea. The two guests entered after Erik and were looking around the room with curiosity. The girls had put down their tea cups and got up from their seats. At that, the guests' attention went to them. "These are my wives that decided to accompany me in this summons to 'fix' the school. This is Susan Ravenclaw, Lady of Ravenclaw and the Hogwarts' castle."

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.