Novel & Cerita Funny Harry Potter Pictures

I pretend to think about his question placing my hand on my chin and looking up at the sky as I swirl around in my chair. “I doubt, I’m not really a big fan of keeping the devil that close as a pet” Harry seemed to find this very funny as he couldn’t stop laughing, I stared at him. Just laughing for a little before I joined in with a slight giggles. It was actually quite reliving. “What’s so funny?”

Harry moved toward Sienna after giving it some thought. He curled up his thin lips and let out a half-smile. “Do you want me to delete those pictures?” he inquired. “Yeah.” ‘Isn’t this guy just babbling nonsense? How could I let him keep such ugly photos of me?’ Harry nodded straightaway. Then, he changed the topic and teased her with a mischievous smile, “Well, if you call me by a sweet name, I'll pass you the camera.”

Harry immediately jumped off old Levi's body, ran to his bag, and pulled a picture from his bag. He held out the picture in front of Carwyn Levi, cheerfully saying, "Uncle Levi, last time Harry drew a picture, he got first place! This is a painting by Harry, give him one!" Carwyn Levi's heart was racing, he accepted the painting, and looked at it carefully, feeling his heart now melt.

Without waiting for Hector to finish speaking, Harry cut him off, saying, "Hector, talk later. Hurry up and take a picture of me and Giselle!" Before Hector knew it, he was holding a phone. He looked at Harry and followed his request. He casually took a picture. One look at the picture, and Harry immediately frowned. He complained, "Hector, couldn't you at least try? You made me look hideous. Take it again." They retook the picture several times, but Harry was still dissatisfied. Hector laughed in disbelief. "Harry, has it occurred to you that maybe it's because you're ugly?"

He didn't even remove Catherine's hand on his arm. This is crazy. Why did I even believe he would remove his lover’s hand on his arm? She’s his great love, anyway. “Uh, Serena…” Harry got my attention by calling my name gently. “I don't think you’d like an ice cream in my hand instead of in a cone. My chocolate moose has become a cow.” I couldn't help but laugh at Harry’s joke. I saw a woman behind Harry trying so hard to hide her laughter while I almost teared up laughing at his crazy joke. Even Andy laughed at him while Catherine and Tyler remained silent and it brought me back to seriousness.

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

He pleads with me with a pouty face, and I let out a small smile before handing him the cup back. "Thank you, baby." He says, and I roll my eyes. He drinks the tea in less than five seconds and throws the cup on the floor, making a burning sound. "Fuck! What is in that stuff? It is so horrible. Ew!" Harry exclaims as he rushes over to the side table in the room and chugs on the water in the jug shamelessly. "Prussian blue seeds and water," I say in an amused tone, and he sets his jug on the table harshly to throw a murder glare my way.

"No, Paul. There's nothing going on between me and any athlete." God, it even sounds like a lie. "Not that I'd have anything against it," Paul says with a sigh of relief that I can hear through the speaker. "But have you seen the pictures published by Sports Channel One?" My other hand clenches around the tablet I'm holding, and I look down at the screen showing a crystal-clear photo of me, Jaxon, and Harry at the aquarium. Harry is perched on Jaxon's broad shoulders, his face lit up with more joy than I've seen since his last birthday. That's saying something, considering Harry gets excited about everything from ice cream to finding a cool rock.

Instead, I pad across the room and find the body lotion on the nightstand, sitting next to the photograph I pulled out before I'd showered. Harry stares up at me from the frame, his blue eyes holding that particular quality of mischief that made him dangerous and irresistible in equal measure. He's beautiful in the photograph: all sharp features and that rare smile he reserved for moments when he thought no one was looking. But the smile in this picture is different. It's genuine. It's the smile he gave me in our last week together, before Dakor decided that Harry's existence was something that needed to be erased. My hands start shaking.