Slytherin Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.

Hermione The time has finally come when I'm going to see where my mother has grown up, the excitement that I'm feeling is so unreal and I can't wait to learn more about her and see the other witches, so far Jamilla and Gloria are the only that I have know and I don't consider Gloria one, when she has to have a sacrifice in other for her to have power.

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

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.

' I sent her a mind link when I noticed Zephyr was doing same and she calmed down. "Fine, she stays. She better stay out of my way as well." Zephyr hissed and walked away. When he left, Tyler followed after him and I closed the distance between Hermoine and myself. "You are here at my mercy so you will behave yourself and do as I say." I said in her ear and she shivered as she said her thanks. "Thank You so much, Yes I promise to be on my best behaviour." Hermoine bobbed her head and sobbed even more.

I said flatly. “Daxton sent you?” His tone dripped with amusement. I shot him a look. “You should stop testing his patience.” “Why? Worried about me?” He smirked wider. “I’m not blind, Cyrus. I know what this is really about.” I frowned. “What?” He leaned back, grinning like he was enjoying every second of this. “What was her name again? Oh, right. Anne Leidea. From Slytherin Pack.” My jaw tightened. “What the hell are you talking about, Butch?”

All to keep low. Pulling a gown over my shoulders, I wander around my room and throughout all the space given to me. My slippers scuff against the floor, as I run without guards around, looking for Hermione. I don't just rely on her, I care about her. She is my best friend, almost like a daughter to me. Did Moon do something to her? Is she being held captive- I catch sight of her. She's walking toward my quarters, head down, looking at her feet.

“Seriously, Shane? We both know that Harry will not die. This is the third time we are watching this.” “I can’t help it. What if he suddenly makes something stupid that can get him killed? Luckily, Hermione Granger is there.” Have I told you that Shane Croven has a huge crush on Hermione Granger? She’s her favorite character in the movie. I reached for her hand, enjoying the moment of seeing her reaction every time Hermione enters the screen. We end up cuddling in her bed and eventually fell asleep on each other’s side. “Have I told you that you’re beautiful?” I asked, mesmerized by her face. Her tie that is tied in a messy bun makes me want to kiss her.