Why Was Hermione Crying At The Ball Novels & Stories

"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?"

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?"

“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.

Hermione’s still seated with Zara at their table, watching as people start to leave. Her eyes find mine the second I look at her. Tracking and marking me as Diana tugs on my hand, pulling me toward the ballroom. Fuck. I hope she doesn’t misunderstand this. Diana's almost skipping beside me, her earlier tears forgotten. “This is so exciting!” We walk into the ballroom and the sound of soft, smooth jazz is playing from hidden speakers. A few couples are already on the dance floor, holding each other close and swaying. Over by the huge bar, people are laughing and pointing at the dancers, holding glasses of red wine. The whole vibe is just… Meh

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.

Finally, you came. I shifted my eyes to the woman that excitedly recognized me. It was Hermione, and she was screaming in happiness. She waved her hands at me, and I did the same thing. Then, I averted my eyes to the man standing before Fleur. I saw his gestures and could tell he wanted to dance with her. That made me irritated. I asked Mira again about the midnight dance. She reprimanded me first because I did not listen to her, then repeated the information about that midnight dance.

I aimed a vicious kick at him and hit his abdomen. Dylan grunted, and his arms loosened. I wanted to vomit the potion out at once, but he suddenly grabbed my hair and yanked me back. He held my face in an iron grip and poured the rest of the potion in by force. My tongue was cut open by the tube, and the taste of blood mingled with the bitterness. It hurt so much that tears streamed down my cheeks. The tears clouded my vision, and I could no longer see the expression on his face clearly.