Sirius/hermione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

“You’re darn hot. You’re sexy. You’re rich as fuck!” I roll my eyes in frustration. She’s listing all the wrong things. Hermione could get any rich guy she wants with all that beauty and brains. Her eyes alone could cook and bewitch any man. Just like they did to me. My gaze shifts back to Hermione as she keeps talking through the presentation slides. Diana’s voice fades into the background. She looks… happy. Like this is her favorite thing. And that smile on her face always steals my soul away. You’ve fucking stolen my soul, Hermione. And no other woman, no other fucking woman, will ever have it except you.

When the magic faded away, she opened her eyes. "I love you," Hermes said, kissing her as he began moving again. "I love you too. Now fuck me hard so we can meet with the others and figure out how we're going to defeat those evil sisters." Hermes smiled as he did what she said.

she stammered. "It's no need to try to lie or deny it, he already told us himself." I watched as all the color drained from her face and I wondered what all the fuss was about. Everyone was definitely bound to find their mate so why would anyone thinks we would try to stop such a union by the goddess herself. "He did?" Hermione's blue eyes were dilated and she looked very scared. "Here have a glass of milk, you look pale." I rose from my chair and poured out a glass of milk for her from the carton I retrieved from the freezer.

She didn't draw her face either when she drew herself on the walls having sex with the man. "Sapphire, I have to read this to you," Scarlette said seriously. "The owner of this book had a friend who is addressed as Witch in this diary and she fell in love with a man called Sirius. They were madly in love but the owner of this book was envious and wanted Sirius for herself. She hated her friend and she's a granddaughter of Selene, a goddess," "Fuck," the picture dropped from my hand. A goddess curse? Is that why the curse is so strong?

At the sight of her panicking so much that she was incoherent, Sirius said, “I’m confessing to you very seriously right now. Even though I did it all of a sudden and didn’t prepare any flowers or a ring, I’ll make it up to you.” That was the least of Myka’s concerns. All she had thought was that she owed Sirius a lot in the original timeline and that she did not want to hurt him in the present timeline. It was out of her expectations that he might fall in love with her in the present timeline as well. “I’m sorry, Sirius. I can’t accept your confession. I don’t want to date anyone right now. Let’s just be friends, okay?” “Tell me honestly. Are you rejecting me because of Aster Fritzgerald?” S

I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

"Hermione, let's be clear - there will be no physical intimacy between us. It's unfair for you to speak disrespectfully and condescendingly just because my parents are trying to control me and who I should like. I am fully aware of my responsibility, but the mere thought of developing any affection towards an individual such as yourself is unfathomable—" "Silence your mouth, Kade!" she barked. Her laughter echoes through the room, filling the air with a joyful melody. "You're seething with anger because I belong to Blake, and you can't have me. Are you pursuing my sister for this reason? I vividly remember you attempting to strike me before—" "I'm completely lost, Hermione. I have no idea wh

The moonlight barely touched the ground. I could see the edge. The line between Brimstone and my salvation “We’re almost there,” I said, breathless. Then I saw her. A figure stepped out from the shadows. Hermoine. Her arms were crossed. Her long hair was down, her eyes cold. I stopped walking. “You,” I said. “Well, well,” Hermoine said. “Look who’s running away.” Marisa laughed loudly. “Oh look, the great Hermoine. Thought she was going to be Luna. Thought she was going to marry Salvatore. Now she’s nothing.”

Sirius didn't speak to command them but the look in his eyes was enough to command his servants. The male and female bodyguards who happened to hear Ashley's moans and cry lowered their heads or turned their faces away so Sirius couldn't see that their red faces was blushing. The girl's voice is very sweet and melodious. Like a beautiful melody that ignites lust. Like fresh water for a dry throat. They want it! Of course they were forbidden to have wanted Mr. Sirius' favorite girl. That girl was different from the others. She is Miss Brown herself. They would lose their lives very tragically if they touched a strand of the girl's hair.