Aesthetic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

The sight of his sharp fangs hinted at an allure from realms beyond, an intoxicating blend of fascination and danger. A beguiling fusion of magnetism and peril coalesced, forming an irresistible power that ensnared her gaze within the confines of his portrait. Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web.

As I stood there, transfixed by the beauty of the ice palace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the Cryomancer's skill, and a touch of wonder at the magic that lay within her grasp. As I stood before her icy prison, the Cryomancer's gaze met mine. Her beauty was captivating, her facial structure was a masterclass in elegance, with high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical features that seemed chiseled by the finest artist. Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder.

Arosh didn't have the foggiest idea what to say and she just scratched the side of her head. "Tssk!" Harry smiled at her and removed the shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. As Arosh gradually got the fallen towel on the floor, Arosh just gulped while noticing Harry's sculpted physique. His body is impeccably bended, smooth, and white and has abs, ideal for a main man in the film. "Excuse me." Harry said delicately to her, as she was hindering its entry. It was really at that time that she understood and rushed into the restroom. Later she heard Harry thump on the restroom entryway.

The hall with it’s altars to the gods was lit with torches and the change of the air sucked billows of incense towards him, bathing him in scented smoke. “Oh, it’s beautiful,” Harry whispered as he trailed Thaelen through the statues towards the mother goddess. “What’s with the hair though?” He asked. The feet of all the statues were covered with hair, braids and locks of it like skeins of silk, and the hands, eyes and mouths had been bathed in blood, dried now into brown stains.

“ I’m Aesthetic, but you can call me Thea sir. “ She said and smiled. As she observed the man who’s wearing a white suit, she noticed how good-looking he is. From his brown hair down to his black eyebrows. His unique shallow eyes that looks so interesting to stare. His well shaped jaws and the bridge of his nose, as well as his sexy lips that seems so tempting. He's also tall and masculine like Ace. This man! This man's presence is so captivating, like he would lock her up from his seductive world. “ Aesthetic means an art. “ The guy whispered right into her face. She watched how his lips curved a sweet smile. “ Your name suits you well lady. “ He added with a low voice. Thea began to observ

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

"You appear to be a vision, Autumn. Very suitable for a queen." I gave her a grin despite the nervous churning in my gut. Queen. The word didn't feel right. I wasn't the queen. Simply put, he is a pretentious liar. Mrs. Potts took a step behind me and ran her fingers through my hair. You have such beautiful hair, Miss. Dark as the wing of a raven. It creates a lovely visual effect. Are they not, Hazel? similar to fall foliage." I nodded while observing her create a complex updo for my hair in the mirror. I couldn't completely disguise the sharp lines of anxiety, but tendrils softened them as they framed my face.

Now I was the one they all feared. Harry stayed close, always at the edge of my shadow. He never scolded me, he never pleaded like Kael or Jason. He didn’t move when my temper slipped and a glass shatters across the room without being touched. He only smiled, low and dangerous, as if he’d been waiting for me to break free all along. “Do you feel it?” he asked one night, his voice was very low. “What?” I asked. “The shift. The way they move when you enter a room. How even the walls of this place hum when you breathe too hard. That’s power, Aria. That’s what you really are.”