It began in their third year - the year the walls of Hogwarts seemed to whisper secrets, and danger felt closer than ever. But for Hermione Granger, the real secret wasn't hidden in the shadows. It was Lyra Malfoy. Known as Draco's sister, but nothing like him, Lyra carries a calm power that silences rooms and a mystery even her closest friends don't dare question. Beneath her quiet defiance and sharp wit lies a truth about her bloodline that could shatter everything - and a heart that betrays her better judgment every time Hermione's near. Hermione knows this connection breaks every rule she's ever followed. Lyra knows it could ruin her if anyone found out. Yet, as each year passes - as house loyalties shift, new professors test them, and war begins to rise - they find themselves drawn together, again and again, like two forces meant to collide. From whispered glances in candlelit halls to choices that could tear them apart, their story is one of secrecy, rebellion, and love that shouldn't exist... but refuses to die. Because some bonds aren't chosen by magic they're forged in defiance of it.

In which Hermione Granger's luggage gets lost when she returns to Hogwarts, just to end up in Eden Sterling's room. Eden Sterling just happens to be Hermione's arch nemesis. - I don't own Harry Potter or any characters in this story, except OC Eden Sterling.

~previously titled Milk And Honey~ "She thinks he did it but she just can't prove it" The child of disowned traitors, niece of a mass murder, and last remaining descendant of the Ancient and Most noble house of Black, it's safe to say Arlene's life has not always been the easiest. This year, however, Arlene has taken an oath to turn things around and let nothing get in the way of her quest to win the heart of one Hermione Granger, not even the news of an infamous escaped convict (or the particularly annoying orange cat that seems to ruin every single one of her plans for mischief) Arlene has no intention of letting her family's past or her uncle's escape ruin the year, but when her world gets turned upside down, when the traitor might not be a traitor and the dead might not be dead, she find herself with no choice but to delve into the mysteries of the past to uncover the truth of what actually happened that Halloween night all those years ago. Because as most students are about to learn that year, nothing is as it seems.

Y/N Yaxley is a pure blood Slytherin who arrived at Hogwarts in her third year transferring from the Beauxbatons school of magic. She promised herself that at the beginning of her fourth year that this year was going to be different. She swore it. But she didn't know how. Until she saw that smile. That smile from a mudblood. Highest Rankings: #1 in Granger #1 in Hermionexreader #1 in Hogwartss #6 in first #38 in fanfiction #14 in JK Rowling #1 in Hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #1 in LGBTQPride #1 Watson #1 in Hermione #25 in lgbt #6 in lesbian romance # 1 in Harrypotterfanfiction #8 in angst

In the enchanting embrace of the Riviera's sun-kissed shores, Quinn, a determined writer, sets out to breathe new life into her grandfather's timeworn villa. Her world takes a captivating turn when she crosses paths with Emma Watson, an internationally acclaimed actress seeking refuge from the relentless spotlight. As the Mediterranean waves whisper their secrets, their shared journey of villa renovations and starlit soirées ignites a slow-burning romance, painting an unforgettable summer on the French coast, where love blooms beneath the Riviera sun. Emma Watson x Female OC

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry ➳ hermione granger x female oc ➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows ➳ disclaimer - i don't own harry potter or its characters. just my ocs and their storylines

"I hear you're gifted with that tongue." (Y/N)'s eyebrows shot up, and Hermione backtracked. "I mean, poetically! I'm sorry....... that wasn't very smooth..." ---------- An artist and poetry lover, Hermione Granger, is just trying to make through her last year of highschool. But her eyes stray away from her canvas and onto (Y/N) Black, the beloved Star Quarterback of Hogwarts High.

Hermione Jean Granger x Fem!OC ❝I can't predict when they'll happen or what they'll reveal. It's like trying to grasp shadows. So, I can't foresee a way to manipulate these glimpses for our benefit.❞ - Maxine Alexandria Rosen ❝I just find it hard to accept that visions are real. Divination just seems very wolly.❞ - Hermione Jean Granger Started: April 10, 2024 Ended: TBD Films and Books: Sorcerer's Stone - Completed Chamber of Secrets - Completed Prisoner of Azkaban - Started 05/28/2025 Goblet of Fire - ? Order of the Phoenix - ? Half-Blood Prince - ??? Deathly Hallows - ? DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction, created for entertainment purposes only. Based on the Harry Potter books/films. All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of anything from the original book series/films. It features a different and alternative storyline to better suit my original character and their background story, I only created The Rosen family and their background. They don't actually exist in the wizarding world. This is a voluntary, non-commercial fanfiction, and I do not profit in any way from writing or sharing it.

When Alara's parents are killed, she is forced to move from Mexico to London, where her God Father resides. Alara starts at Hogwarts during the fifth year and has to navigate through friendships, rivalries, and love.

Cold Logic. "We're just rivals, Nothing more." Brielle muttered as she pushed Hermione away and Hermione said "So all this time we were just.." Brielle cut her off "Nothing more." Everyone at Hogwarts knows Brielle Ariana Lune Thorne the razor-sharp Ravenclaw prodigy with a colder stare than the lake in winter. Brilliant, untouchable, and merciless in the classroom, Brielle has been Hermione Granger's academic rival since their very first year. Now entering Year Four, their competition burns fiercer than ever. But something's changed. Maybe it's the way Brielle walks past without a glance or the way Hermione can't stop noticing when she does. Maybe it's the questions Hermione asks herself late at night: Why does Brielle never let anyone call her Lune? Why is she always alone? And why, despite everything, does Hermione's heart skip when their hands brush by accident in the library? They're not friends. They're not supposed to be anything. But Hermione's logic is slowly losing to something colder and far more dangerous. She might be falling for her rival