Hermione Weasley Novels & Stories

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "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?"

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

I quickly ran towards the exit to leave the club. The cold breeze hit my skin as I went to the back and spotted Yeka and the girl by the dumpster. She was trying defuse the bomb strapped to the little girl's arm. My heart broke when I saw the little girl with her hand over her mouth as she muffled her cries. Her face was stained with dirt and tears and her hair was dirty and messy. "Hey, sweetie," I went on my knees beside her. "Almost there," Yeka muttered. The little girl looked at me. "What's your name?" I asked softly.

{HERMIONE} Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand. My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong? “Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her. But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.

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?”

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

“Hana, I’ll send you home. It’s already late.” “But, Oppa, We’re still having fun!” Nauen protested. “She can sleep here with me.” “No. She needs to go home, Naeun. Your pretty unnie is already exhausted. Sleeping beauties have to rest, remember?” “But she’s no sleeping beauty. She doesn’t need a prince charming to save her. She’s Hermione and can save even her friends. See…” pointing at him with her wand, “she saved you.” “I can’t contest. Hana has magic tricks up her sleeves, and I’m under her spell.” He winked, and Naeun lifted her with the matter-of-fact look.

she spat bitterly and I frowned. "Excuse me?" I squeaked in surprise, not knowing why she was angry with me when I was the one who was kidnapped and even tried to run away but was caught. "Oh, don't mind her," intervened another dishevelled and exhausting looking wife. She had dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks were sunken in and her dress looked creased, "Katherine is always moody, and looking for a fight when there's really no reason for it," she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks."

He's constantly the one who displays a genuine concern for my well-being. As he drew closer, I stood rooted to the spot, unable to turn away. I allowed him to wrap his arms around me, feeling his warmth against my skin. However, as I relaxed into his embrace, a sudden clap shattered the moment, causing me to jerk away from Kade's touch. Her eyes widened in amazement as she let out a breathless "Wow . . ." A rush of excitement fills me as I catch sight of her. It's Hermione. With a glint in her eye, she exclaimed, "A daring and powerful superhero!"