Hermione X Ginny Novels & Stories

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

I twist my mouth, and my facial muscles relax as we share a moment of understanding. However, the unsettling feeling within me still lingers about my standing in Hermione's view. I feel like I can't compare to the history she shares with Xavier – years of friendship that have deepened their bond. Nevertheless, I'll continue to be persistent until she lets me in and accepts me as her partner. I grasp the door handle and step out of the restroom, granting Xavier the privacy he needs. As I head back to the bar area, Hermione intercepts me, her eyes blazing with simmering fury, her expression deathly calm. My step falters when I run into her, and my heart skips a beat.

Rachel and Howard exclaimed at the same time, both wrapping their arms around Ginny while she cried. “Ginny, don't say such a thing. No matter what happens, we won't disown you.” Rachel spoke softly, making me scoff. Ginny’s cries grew even louder, her sobs rattling the room as tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, dripping down her already flushed face. She clung to Rachel and Howard desperately, shaking as though she might shatter if they let her go. Before either of them could stop her, Ginny pulled herself free from their arms. She stepped forward and then, thud!

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?"

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

It was like every day that past, the darkness grew even more, Axle had been locked away in his room and all windows and doors changed to silver so he couldn't escape until we found a way to reverse his condition. "Luna, please confirm the guest lists." Hermoine sashayed around my desk swaying her hips excited. She never changed but I grew to learn to love her that way. "I'll do the confirming for you," I heard a familiar voice reply from the entrance. "Alexia!" I was so excited to see her o jumped from my seat but Hermoine was quick to hold me back. "Luna, you should not react that way in your condition," she reminded me of the protruding bump I had in front of me.

“We’re here to join in on your drinking game.” “Actually, we’re having our fortunes told.” Ginny smiles conspiratorially. “Still want to join?” Ginny is a witch hybrid, a mix between a werewolf and a witch. But she tends to lean more towards her witch side. She’s sort of a celebrity on campus, making a small fortune from reading palms and brewing love potions. She’s really sweet though. Gorgeous. Popular. “Yeah,” I tell her. “I’m in.” I’m not a fan of fortune telling but really— what’s the worst that can happen?

"I promise, we will keep it discreet. No more forcing, no more drama. He took a step back, his eyes lingering on her a moment before he turned toward the door. "As much as I want to bend you over right here and now, I'll keep my promise." Ginny felt like she had been punched in the gut as she watched him leave. She could not believe she just agreed to his demand. She groaned smacking herself hard on the head. "Dammit!" ____ Within minutes, Ginny was walking down the stairs in a pair of short denim shorts and a crop top. Her flip-flops were slapping gently against the floor as she was heading to the kitchen.

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.

"Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!" — Hermione Granger * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy Trying my best not to flush, or worse, blush, I cleared my throat nervously. "Your pen." I pointed at the blue pen laying on the ground between our chairs. "Oh," her eyes followed mine. We both leaned down to grab the pen at the same time, causing our heads to bump.