Ron Hermione Fanfiction 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.

Then he rounded the desk and took a seat at the head of it. Hermione stood frozen for a solid minute, shock washing over her as she mourned the absence of his warm body against hers. When she saw him return to his paperwork like nothing had happened, her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had almost fallen for another one of his tricks. She didn’t even ask for her hair band back. She had plenty of those anyway. Without another word, she quickly scurried out of the room. She reached her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, forgetting her earlier plans to purge her stomach and everything else, for that matter.

I ask, looking around "Ares? He is not in school today, he has something to do in the palace..." She says, giving me a mischievous look. "See you after school!" She utters, leaving me precipitously. "After school??" I look to call after her, but she was suddenly gone "Or she meant after class?" I murmur, leaving to go to class. "Oh, my goddess! Hermione is so cool." "Yeah, I can't believe she is now friends with Princess Athena." A girl whispers to her group of friends

Since Kade hasn’t arrived yet, I don't have someone to dance with, but even if he’s going to come, I’m not able to dance with him, and he isn’t responding to any of the texts or phone calls I’ve been sending him. Someone grabbed my hand and steered me toward the edge of the room. It’s Hermione. “Just be yourself for the time being. After dancing with Blake, I will only pretend to be Artemis. You are required to cooperate, or else you know the consequences if I become angry with you, don't you?” Hermione is actively trying to intimidate me at this very moment. There is nothing else I can do besides give a slight nod. In a little while, she and I are going to switch dresses.

Harry's POV: 12 hours before...... She is trying her best to seek my forgiveness. But no, I'm not let them happen that easily. If she thinks I'm behaving so rude towards her, that's not a matter to me but she has to learn her mistake. Whatever she said inside the classroom is still haunting me. How easily she said those words while I was suffering here for her. "I don't need any of your permission and it's none of your business." It is still hunting me in my sleep. How could it be possible for her? Doesn't she feel anything towards me?

The sweet scent of her arousal filtered up to my nose like nectar. I slid my tongue into her sweet mouth, making her shiver. Soft moans escaped her throat as if she wanted me to dominate the kiss now. I didn’t hold back! I didn’t care if this was her family's home and anyone could walk into the room. Cupping her ass, I molded her body against mine. My tongue swirled against hers and I deepened the kiss to a new level. She was my drug, my food, my oxygen, my nectar, and I needed nothing more. A throat cleared outside the room, and I released her reluctantly. “Princess Hermione, can I come inside with your medicines? Luna Helena has sent them for you.”