Why Was Hermione Crying At The Ball の小説・ストーリー

"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?"

“I may actually take a walk out of the school grounds.” Cleo frowns like I said I want to go dancing in the practise hall in my birthday suit. “Why will you do that when we have a dance coming up in a few days’ time?” “I will not be watched from behind the curtains, Cleo!” My voice rises into a shout that regret immediately. I clam my mouth but it is too late, Cleo’s lower lip is quavering like it always does when she is deeply upset. I want Cleo to realise that I am jealous of her role as the Sugarplum Fairy.

She looked utterly humiliated. The commotion drew the attention of the other guests in the ballroom. Their curious, judging looks drifted toward Fiona. With tears in her eyes, Fiona looked up at Lucas and stubbornly reached out to him. “Lucas, please. At least don’t leave me here like this.” She couldn’t bear to become the joke of the night. But Lucas did not take her hand. Fiona’s tears finally spilled over. They slid down her face, making her look fragile and painfully helpless.

{HERMIONE} Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand. My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong? “Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her. But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.

Claire affirmed. Hermione threw her head back dramatically. “You should have seen the both of them. There is nothing I won't do to avoid this weekly meet up. But mum never listen to me." "Awwn, you want to cry?" Lorelei couldn't help but taunt. “I think she is really pained.” Claire giggled silently. Opening her eyes, Hermione watched as their eyes danced trying hard to curtail their laughter. Stretching her hand down to get a foot of her sneakers, she made a move to run after them.

Her lips gradually open. They suddenly air unexpected words. "I really am sorry hermione" "Am sorry I wasn't present amidst your every battle to protect caroline abd maintain the throne untill Ron's awakens from his unconcious state" she apologize. I freeze. I gaze akwardly but frozen at her. What the fuck?!. She knows?. She f**king knows my every beef with brother Rowan?. How the f**k is that possible. We all believe she grief over brother Ron alone and care less about us.

"I am really sorry. I swear I did not mean for you to---" "I get it. You did not mean for me to find out not so?" I asked, my hands trembled with as I held the sheet tight hoping to reverse the words I read off it. I was really holding up the dam that threatened to break my glands and overflow my heated cheeks. Hermione was actually crying and sobbing as we stood alone in my office, she had no reason to put up an act since we were alone so I wondered if she was genuine. "Do the Alphas know?" I asked in a low voice.

She fights against my hold, desperate to escape before the tears fall. Her body shakes in my grasp, and she breaks down in tears. Her sobs rack her body. "Hermione," I whisper, pulling her into a protective embrace. Her head falls against my shoulder, and she cries profusely. Her tears wet my suit, but I don't care. I run my hand down her back, soothing her. "It's okay," I murmur, clutching the back of her head with a fierce tenderness that makes my heart burn.

Hermione had seen it too and her eyes widened in surprise. He was still holding the cuffs when he came downstairs, I blamed myself mentally for not remembering that he should drop it right in the room. Hermione finally noticed what I was wearing and she pointed at me excitedly. “Fuck,” I cursed lowly. “This is why you two want me out of the house so badly,” she giggled like a teenage girl, swaying her glass cup of wine. “I guess I get your point, so I’ll leave you two to it.”

As I turned the doorknob, Jess and Emily threw themselves on me, and Emily broke into loud sobs. “M…my lady!” Emily managed to say amidst sobs, and I finally held her arms and brought her to face level. “What’s going on?” Why were they both crying like something unfortunate had happened? “We heard about what happened at the ball through the maids who worked there.” “I have always heard that His Highness was ferocious, but I didn’t think he would hurt you like that.” After knowing why they both felt so sad, a warm feeling wrapped around my insides, and I pulled both of them in for a tight hug.