Aesthetic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

With skin so pale anyone would have the idea of him being a corpse, the black clothing accentuated his menacing yet admirable frame. The boy….. The boy had a mop of curly silver locks that was lazily tousled on his face. A face that had symmetrical features akin to a magazine model. Her body was trembling. Harmony felt her body trembling, but she had a slight idea it was not from the cold. Beautiful people come and go, but she had only ever seen someone with such features in the movies. She was afraid her expression was giving away the awe she was feeling as she continued looking like a…. Creep.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

He's looking at me. "The world isn't prettier around me, Hermione. You just notice beauty more than anyone I've ever met." I laugh softly, shaking my head. "That's not true." "It is. I've seen you make a broken pen look magical when you're thinking about your little codes with it. You do that to me, as well, you know?" I blink at him. "Do what?" He steps closer, gently brushing my hair over my shoulders. "Make everything make sense. Make everything feel… right. Even the days that would've ruined me."

Or not, since I’ll be too busy riding him even faster than I would on a racehorse. The videos of him I’ve seen don’t do justice to how he looks. Man’s drop-dead handsome, I mean. Hot too, like an inferno dwells in his fingertips awaiting to be unleashed. He could be Hephaestus’s reincarnation set to torch the world to ash merely by his demeanor. And as the image of his smile and stare linger in my head, my fingers crawl south. I can’t control their movement. My brain cells aren’t doing that much. Hell, they aren’t doing shit!

I am happy to possess that part in her life. We watched Harry Potter together. She loves it especially the character Harry potter. A few years back she even used potter like round glasses out of her fancy over Harry Potter. At that time she really looked like a dumb nerdy kid, but I always had to lie saying "She is looking beautiful" As I didn't want to die at this age. She is the whimsical character that can't stay steady not even for a moment. Gradually she fell asleep while watching the Tv. I was sleepy too.

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

She had already passed me that look of hers which conveyed 'stop looking at me like you have to babysit me. The lights dimmed and Hedwig's theme played indicating that we were watching Harry Potter. This series was one of those that no one could hate, so the atmosphere was very peaceful. As the movie progressed, I looked at my Bellé. Her dark curls were tied into plaits resting on one shoulder while the gray top hung on her body. Everything about Rosaleigh was no doubt classy. Her deep blue eyes took in the television screen while I continued observing her. She was a piece of heavenly art.

As I walk past the streets of New York, people are either closing their noses or making weird sounds on reference to the pungent smell coming off of me, don’t mind me though, I’m definitely not proud of the fact that I stink. “can’t he have a bath or something?” asks one passerby lady, “yeah he sure does stink, and his hair, is almost lifeless” replies her accomplice. My almost bony legs begin leading me to my solace as usual. I find myself standing in front of the skyscraper, in front of the modelling building that I so much love. “MacPherson’s” it’s a cosmetic building with lots of high paid models in it, their cosmetics is like one of the bests.

(Noble people are egoists) And with each step, my eyes are able to capture the image of the person in front of me... capture all the tiny details of her... The unrealistic beauty, baby rose lips, untouched skin, silky hair, dark brown pits of pupils, long eyelashes, perfectly drawn eyebrows... and... and a sweet scent coming from her body that is similar to freshly baked cookies and freshly plucked strawberries.