Dumbledore's Got Style Novels & Stories

I saw Draco and Albert both coming back to their senses upon hearing my word…. “Ahhe… yes.. yes…we should get going..” Draco suddenly replied with cheeky smile of his…and moved out of house with Albert beside him… in meantime I checked their outfit and I must saw Albert had groomed up well… he was looking elegant and royal in his midnight blue colored suit gown which was coated with detailed golden colored design… while Draco… he looked way more handsome then he was in his green colored tunic cotton shirt and cream.. Colored trouser and high boots…

Alice POV I Have a quick shower and do my skin routine. Once I come out of the bathroom wrapped in the fluffy bathrobe I see Harry sitting in the front room reading the newspaper with another mug of coffee. He looks so sexy with his wet hair brushed back. I close the bedroom door and I get dressed. The blush pink dress hugs my curves. The dress has a pencil skirt that goes to my knees. I put on the black high heels and black thin belt on top of the dress.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

He tightened his as well for a mere second and then released it. Soon they came to the door of the large building, where a long haired man stood, Alexis expected a rip off version of Dumbledoor, but the man was young and handsome. He wore a great quality tuxedo as well as a movie star smile. 'Imagine having a teacher that good looking... how would you get any work done?' "Your highness", he politely spoke, he gently bent his head. "Bentley. You seem to be keeping this place in top shape", Alastair complimented.

This was not what he was expecting. The whole place looked like an house with young students moving with their various friends proudly dressed on their Black Sweaters with an inscribed red lettering of D and A conjured together to the upper left of the sweater. In all,Most of them were busy doing one thing or the other. He cleared his throat totally oblivious of his next direction. Thankfully, Mr. Alrik came to his rescue. "Didn't know you're an administrator here. From an history don back in Covington to a teacher at the Dark Arts Academy." Those were Arthur's words as the man approached him. Even though his tone was a bit rude Alrik still maintained his elegant smile.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

I didn’t need her in here making her snide comments. Professor Luca looked the polar opposite of what I expected him to look like; when Miles mentioned him, I had pictured an older man with a graying beard and a receding hairline who dressed in a semi-formal dress attire; a version of how young Dumbledore was portrayed in The Fantastic Beasts moving.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

My heart slammed hard against my ribs while my pussy throbbed like a needy little slut between my legs, still puffy and leaking from all the edging I had done earlier in the bathroom. The tiny black dress clung tight to my sweat-damp skin, my hard nipples scraping against the thin fabric with every single step I took in those sky-high heels that made my ass jiggle just right. I spotted him right away—Professor Damon Hale, looking like pure sin wrapped in that sharp black suit, the jacket hugging his broad shoulders and those strong forearms flexing as he shook hands with some boring faculty asshole. God, he was right there, tall and so controlled, that deep voice rumbling out polite bullshit