Novel & Cerita Harry And Hermione Fanart

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

And Luna was wearing a casual dress, and no one cared as she stood beside Lisa. Thinking of the contempt and abandonment she had experienced over the years, Luna's facial expression turned a little ugly. Harry looked down at the photo of the birthday party for a long time, his eyes seemed to freeze, blankly looking at the girl dressed as the little princess in the picture. Although a bit immature compared to the girl he remembered, she was exactly the girl he remembered. Now, he was even more certain that she was the one he was looking for. His heart was suddenly ecstatic and agitated.

We ordered a few lattes and some cookies and cakes and I think these people are vampires because they are asleep in the morning but always wide awake at night though they looked pretty much human. I handed Harry the piece of paper, “That’s Faith.” He grabbed it from my hand and unfolded it. Harry stares at the portrait of Faith that I drew and he was intently looking at it. “I have never seen her before.” He says. “What’s that Harry?” Diana asks. Harry showed it everyone, “Has anyone of you seen this woman?” “I haven’t.” Neal answers. “I haven’t too.” Zion agrees with Neal. Olivia and Georgina-Rose shakes their heads sideways while sipping their drink.

She can't turn weak all of a sudden. "Mr. Kale meet Rosaline our designer she will present the designs." Rose didn't look up but she could feel a dark gaze freezing on her figure. As soon as Harry looked at the petite girl standing near the door his breath stopped. His jaw clenched and his hands clutched the giant table. The look of his eyes was darker than the darkness itself. It was her. The girl he hates with his everything. _____________________________________ Next will be up soon. Keep voting and taping on the follow button for more interesting updates.

Harry and Kath's reunion was marked by intense emotions, a mixture of joy, relief and love. Harry held the woman he thought he had lost with special care, as if he feared she might slip out of his arms at any moment. "My love!" He spoke, pulling away to look at her face, caressing every bit of it, as if to make sure it was real. Like him, she was much thinner, haggard and with dark circles under her eyes that her make-up couldn't completely disguise, but she was still beautiful, illuminated by the late afternoon sun.

She didn’t seem too happy with him, he was at least trying to make her laugh but she tried to ignore that he was even beside her. “I noticed that you stopped but I didn’t want to bug you by asking.” Christian joined in the conversation again. “Well I just took a break; each of my paintings describes my mood. I could almost say that almost none of them are so lively, anyways cooking is my hobby now.” Hermione grinned. It felt like she was trying to say something, like maybe she wasn’t happy. “Oh and, Aren’t you two planning to have a baby? Don’t you want to get pregnant Hayley?”

Guilt gnawed at her, making it impossible even to meet the eyes of the people around her. … On the other side of the main hall, while Hector was tied up entertaining business associates, Harry had returned to Giselle's side. He showed her the pictures he had edited and asked, "Giselle, what do you think? If you think the pictures are fine, I'll post them!" The pictures showed the two of them standing side by side. Harry was half a head taller. Their features carried the same resemblance that made them look like siblings. So, no one would mistake them for a couple.

“You’re darn hot. You’re sexy. You’re rich as fuck!” I roll my eyes in frustration. She’s listing all the wrong things. Hermione could get any rich guy she wants with all that beauty and brains. Her eyes alone could cook and bewitch any man. Just like they did to me. My gaze shifts back to Hermione as she keeps talking through the presentation slides. Diana’s voice fades into the background. She looks… happy. Like this is her favorite thing. And that smile on her face always steals my soul away. You’ve fucking stolen my soul, Hermione. And no other woman, no other fucking woman, will ever have it except you.

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.

I feel a sudden grip on my shoulder and whirl around, only to see Harry, my friend standing behind me, the lights behind him casting shadows across his face. “You’re doing a terrible job at wooing her my friend. She looks bored to death.” He whispers as his eyes trail back up towards where Emma sits. I should gouge them out for that. I met Harry at an art exhibition. With our mutual interest in art and of course women, we hit it off almost immediately. Now, we’re drinking buddies. And I owe it to him that I’ve been able to make it back home on many nights. Lord knows I would either have gotten robbed, arrested or kidnapped on many nights already.