Why Was Hermione Crying At The Ball Novels & Stories

Bang! "Ava, open this door!" The sharp click of my stepmother’s heels against the floorboards made my stomach twist. Before I could even move, Lydia pushed the door open. She stood there holding a dress that looked both expensive and suffocating. "Look at you," she hissed. Her cold eyes swept over my tear-stained face with absolute disgust. "Crying over a boy who had the guts to throw you away. Get up. Wash your face. You’re going to the Lycan King's Ball."

My eyes flew open at that absurd remark made by David. “You mean to say, even if I will go rogue… you two fools will accompany me?” I did not want to cry. Why they had to be so sweet? “That’s exactly what we mean.” David kissed my cheek and stood up ruffling my hair, “and see, you made us forget what brought us here. Now, who is the brat!” Emma face palmed and leaned towards me, closer to my ear, “That Jackass Juliet. She is upset since the ball night.”

There are damn eagles flying around in the hall hurting people and she is out here blocking the exist and talking crap. I finally got to the front and grabbed the front of her sparkly green crop top. "You got some bloody nerve, Hermione. Get your damn hands off me." She screamed at my face. I effortlessly threw her over me and she crashd on the heads of some of the students. I heard yelps and gasps. Then silence of disbelief plagued us for a few second before we heard a shrill cry coming from the hall plus Briana kept saying things that did not matter in this crisis. And like flies we all poured out through the back doors, screaming and crying out to the cold air that hit us once we got out.

I still felt just as ugly as ever. Tears began to form in my eyes as I looked at myself, taking in my awkward appearance. I quickly whirled away and finished getting ready for bed. … The next day wasn’t much different than the day before. I went to class in the morning, where I met Fiona outside of the lecture hall; only this time, she had a sheepish look on her face. “What?” I asked as I approached. “What is it?” Fiona grinned. “The ball king and queen were announced,” she said. She nodded her head over toward a bulletin board that was surrounded by other students, mostly girls. “Wanna go check?”

When he sobered, I smiled, “Alright, I need to go now and look for my friend.” “Sure.” he muttered. When I turned around to walk away, he called, “Hey, listen, do you think you know a friend of the girl who came to the ball in a yellow gown? She has curly hair.” I frowned. Why did that sound like Lara? She was the only one who had come to the ball in that appearance. “She is my friend. Why?” “Oh,” his eyes widened, “actually when I was coming inside, I saw her crying by the entrance door of the pack house? The main one beyond the gardens and fountain.”

It was like a new rejection all together. _ "Hermione, you took so long. Are you okay?" The Queen asks "I am, thank you your majesty." I bow, plopping my buttocks on the empty seat opposite the Queen. Athena and Adonis search my eyes worryly, obviously I had cried a river. Glinda and Hermione sits concentratedly, eating the meal before them. "So, tell us Hermione, how are you dealing with the loss of your grandmother?" Glinda cuts into my reverie, with a plastered innocent smile

Albert screamed out in pain, and Hermione cried out, Elizabeth continued to whimper, even as tears ran down her eyes. "You failed Albert. Just like you always have, and just like you always will." With that, Lancelot released Albert from his grip, and his cousin fell to the ground, gasping for air. Lancelot turned around and searched for the guards. "I want this woman and both her children thrown into the dungeon!" Hermione's eyes widened in terror as three built men approached her. She turned to Edward, in attempt to plead with him. Edward locked eyes with Lancelot, and was going to say something, but Lancelot was faster.