ginny hurts hermione fanfiction

[Transformation] + [Marvel] + [HP] What if you go to the wrong world? She was transmigrator as Hermione from the Harry Potter world, but she appeared in Marvel. A mysterious magic book allows Hermione to jump back and forth between the Marvel and Harry Potter worlds.

Hermione Granger always thought she was incredibly hardworking in her studies, even to the point of being obsessed, until she met Lynn… A study fanatic, a meticulous machine, a tireless monster—that's how students describe Lynn. A well-behaved student who follows the rules, and an extremely rare genius—that's how the professors describe Lynn. Until they peeled away Lynn's outer layer and saw her scarred core. “You can’t survive on just high scores anymore, so stop and take a break, okay?” — Hermione "Life isn't just about moving forward; pause for a moment and appreciate its beauty." — Albus Dumbledore -------------------------------- Read up to chapter 40 in advance at p@treon

Waking up in a new body is disorienting. Waking up as Hermione Granger—the brightest witch of her age—is a surprise. But realizing you aren't in Hogwarts, but standing in the middle of Tony Stark's New York? Complete panic. Fortunately, "Hermione" isn't empty-handed. Bound to a mysterious Grimoire that allows her to jump between the Wizarding World and the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she realizes one absolute truth: playing the good girl is for losers. Why bother with complex science and superhero morals when the Unforgivable Curses exist? Avada Kedavra solves 99% of her problems. For the remaining 1%, there's Imperio. Tony Stark: "J.A.R.V.I.S., it's time to design the Anti-Wizard Armor." Hermione: (smirks) "You mean the scrap metal that breaks the second you put it on?" Hulk: "HULK SMASH!" Hermione: (raises wand) "Shut it, green guy, or I'll cast Expelliarmus on your pants!" The Ancient One: "You are an anomaly. A sorcerer who does not belong on this timeline..." Hermione: "Let me correct you, baldy. I am a Wizard." Nick Fury: (eye twitching) "Where exactly are you from?" Hermione: (adjusts robes innocently) "Me? I'm just a simple exchange student from Hogwarts." Armed with unparalleled acting skills, a ruthless inner demon, and a wand that flashes green way too often, the MCU is about to learn why you never mess with a Dark Witch in sheep's clothing. [Features] World Hopping: Seamlessly travel between HP & MCU! Two-Faced MC: Innocent schoolgirl on the outside, ruthless Dark Lord on the inside. Magic vs. Tech: Watch science try (and fail) to explain Unforgivable Curses. Elite Banter: Sarcastic, unapologetic, and totally overpowered.

[No system, no transmigration. Main character: Harry. Sole love interest: Hermione.] Voldemort—the most powerful Dark wizard of his time. But could Lily Potter really have sealed away all his Horcruxes completely? What if one of those Horcruxes continued to subtly influence Harry, even after the curse? What if that influence caused Harry to awaken his magical abilities at a very young age? And if that were the case… when faced with bullies, would Harry have used magic to fight back? Now imagine this: the class divide in the wizarding world is far worse than it seemed. The pure-blood aristocrats don’t see half-bloods or Muggle-borns as equals—barely even as people. Ordinary pure-bloods are caught in the middle, pushed around by both sides. In a society like that… what path would Harry choose? ilham20

Hogwarts: Hermione and I Swapped Bodies! Tom found himself dumped in London. He figured he was finally set up to live a quiet, unremarkable life. He didn't expect to get yanked across realities again. And this time, it was a freaky body-swap. What the hell is a Hogwarts Acceptance Letter? Where did my "Little Tom" go?! How on earth did I wake up as Hermione Granger?! Stepping through the doors of the magical world, Tom is absolutely thriving and taking names. Hermione, meanwhile, is carrying the weight of the world, constantly treading on thin ice just to survive. --- "Mr. Riddle, the student body considers you the most versatile genius in the history of magic. What's your secret?" "Mr. Riddle, rumor has it you're the faculty's absolute favorite. The professors have practically come to blows over you..." "Mr. Riddle, they say you're the ultimate role model. Every student is proud to know you..." Tom simply raises a hand to quiet the crowd. "First off, I have to thank every single professor at Hogwarts. But more importantly, I have to thank Hermione. She's my absolute best friend. We're incredibly close—practically inseparable. Honestly, without Hermione, the life I have today simply wouldn't exist." --- Meanwhile, Hermione had her own thoughts to share outside the Hogwarts branch of the Daily Prophet: "Voldemort? Compared to that bastard, Voldemort is a sweet little kid! 'Incredibly close'? Who the hell is his friend?! The guy is a complete and utter Dark Lord! I only survived to see today through my own sheer blood, sweat, and tears, damn it!" ---

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

Join Hermione Granger in her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as she and her friends band together to confront the darkest wizard of their time. As the threat of Voldemort looms ever larger, Hermione is determined to fight back against the forces of darkness that threaten their world.

This is not a love story. This is an obsession that learned how to breathe. Ginny and Blaise were never meant to be a gentle pairing. She was wildfire that refused to dim. He was a mafia assassin raised in the last of the Sacred Twenty Eight, trained to kill threats in the dark and come home with a gift in place of confession. They are The Lovers reversed. They are choice twisted by fate. They are devotion sharpened into obsession. Ginny wants freedom. Blaise wants her. Only her. Always her. Their marriage is forced, their pasts are violent, their connection is toxic and magnetic in equal measure. They fight, they kiss, they cut each other open, they cling in the quiet afterward because no one else would survive them. If you are searching for soft romance, look elsewhere. This fic is blood, bruises, soul bonds, obsession, gore, and two people who love each other so deeply it destroys them both. This is not rainbows and healing arcs. This is violence in velvet bedrooms, soul bonds written in law, dangerous obsession, and two people who should never love each other but do, with a devotion that feels more like doom than destiny.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.