Malfoy Hermione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Stefan Malfoy's POV:: I was standing still, close to the window as I looked outside the building. I was so happy for everything going on currently. And today, happens to be the greatest of them all because finally I was with Lucinda Orlok, my childhood dream. She was still unconscious because Layzal [the djinn] had done a powerful enchantment on her which made it absolutely impossible for her to wake up anytime soon. I felt bad against it because i couldn't just wait to see her open her eyes and embrace my full glory. I have been on diet because I really wanted to appeal her the day she finally wakes up from her enchanted sleep.

She's a force to be reckoned with but she hasn't dated in a long time and since they're quite different I think she feels more relaxed if there's a buffer and safety net there. Placing the tray on Jem's lap, because apparently, I'm too fragile to have it on my own, Ryder lifts two bowls from it. One full of water and one with cat food. He sets it down at the foot of the bed and the smell rouses Mr. Malfoy from his sleep by my feet. The bed is a bit too high for him to jump up and down from so, thanks to a pointed look from me, Ry kindly lifts him up. "He's not a bomb," I exclaim.

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.