Slytherins Adopt Hermione Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

God knows how that would have ended. I'd have committed murder, She'd be so dead and buried the next morning. My Hermione grew up with people tearing her down, making her feel like she didn’t belong, just because she was adopted? What's the point of this useless drama? Because she is intelligent and so damn beautiful it hurts them? Is that it? And then I came along, pretending to love her, dragging her into a mess she doesn't deserve. Breaking her all over again. That's when it instantly downed on me, how different Hermione is.

They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other. Strange, she thought, wondering why she felt the need to compare the two. She'd only known Marwan for less than a month and Muslim even less so. It's weird how when you meet a person you take a liking to them immediately you find out you share the same love for the same book or movie. "Slytherin," she replied, proudly. "Ah," he nodded. "I'd have pegged you for a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Are you a parselmouth too?"

"Alright, love. Just promise me you'll be careful." "I promise," I assured her, giving her one last hug before standing up. "Now, go get some rest. You look exhausted." She sighed, finally conceding. "Okay, okay. Goodnight, sweetheart." "Goodnight, Mom." As I watched her leave the room, I couldn't help but think about Lily. She was the key to my plans, the one thing I could take from Draco to make him feel the same sense of loss and betrayal that I did... He doesn't love her and I won't say I love her either, she's just a little one that something in me desires, that beastly side I've tried to control, I've been dared and I swore to have her and I would have her, no matter the cost… maybe I

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

Lee says. I carefully sit on the side of the bed and pull down the sheets. "Fuck me. Do you see that, Lee?" I ask. She is only wearing a Hogwarts t-shirt. It's a Slytherin one with Draco Malfoy on it. "She is a big fan of bad boys." Lee laughs. "No! She is mine! She should be a fan of us, not him!" I snap at Lee furiously. "Ok, man. Lee replies, backing off. "I want to touch her. Fuck, look at her panties. They are see-through, black, sheer as fuck." I said, feeling myself getting excited.

It felt awfully generous for what I deserved, but I had a feeling they were worried about the chaos that my getting removed could bring to theirhouse. After the meeting, I went into my office, humiliated. And through the bond, I could feel Lily—she was outside of the Slytherin Palace somewhere; she'd already come running into the forest. Her thoughts were jumbled: exhilaration in the use of her wolf form, confusion at something, determination to make sense of. All I really wanted to do was go to her, help her come to terms with whatever the hell she could do now. But any imposition of my being with her would merely compound the violation.

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?"

Come to think of it, you are above them all. She listened vividly to what Sly said and tried to practice. Well, easier said than done. It wasn’t just their gazes but their presence too. Being with Sly is nothing she has ever experienced. How can she match up to a lion-like him? Fortunately, they made their way to the car. “Have a good place in mind we can go for brunch?” Sly’s lips twitched into a warm smile. His cold intimidating demeanor had instantly turned warm.

said Lycus Lewis grimly, staring blankly. "I feel it, Lycus. However, I also felt the dragon's blessing on the girl's body. That power came from Albus many years ago. Albus's strength has protected her until now,” replied Zergenth while moving nervously in the air. “Poor Girl. What should I tell her to answer her question?" asked Lycus Lewis sadly. “Draco loved her, Lycus. I can see it from the way he looks at the girl. He must have been hurt if he knew this harsh reality. This is truly a cruel fate,” replied Zergenth grimly.