Harry Potter 9 3/4 Scene Novels & Stories

There wasn’t anything he could do at that moment but just regret and find a way to tell he has feelings for her. By the end of the Philosopher’s stone, the two of them were so stuffed with food they stopped eating. Emma Jean was working on her second bottle of Vodka while Kieran was on his third bottle of whiskey. At the start of the Chamber of Secrets, he paused the DVD to stand up. “We should stretch our legs and go to the bathroom. We are not going to be moving from this room for the rest of the day. It’s going to be a Harry Potter kind of night.”

"Yeah nothing huge, Grayson just planned it as he was leaving. I guess he wants to inform everyone of whats going on in-person" I nodded in agreement before I slipped back underneath the warm blankets and reached for the remote. True to her word, Brynn and I enjoyed a full day of nothing but movies and food. We were a quarter of a way through Harry Potter and the goblet of fire when Grayson walked through the bedroom door, his face held an amused expression as he arched one of his eyebrows at us. "So, this is what you two have done all day?", he asked. "No. We also watched the first three films in the franchise and took a house quiz. I'm a Slytherin and Laila's a Hufflepuff!", Brynn added tr

Dawn remarked when she wandered into the room one day after class to see the first Harry Potter book in the brunette’s hands. “Hadn’t had time to finish it”, Lena said. She set her book aside and picked up Goblet of Fire “I’ve marked the page you were on”, she told Dawn as she held it out to her. The teen smiled, took the book from Lena and relaxed onto her bed to start reading. Lena picked up where she left off in the novel. ~0~

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

It's high time I wash off every cum, squirts and saliva off my body. *** Location: red blood pack. Hermione's POV. Caroline continously jerks. Her bones and entire body vibrates. It quakes and trembles brother Ron's priceless bed. She jerks and roll round the bed. She finally fall off. Her head roughly slam the floor. She bleed profusely. Her entire blood stains the floor. Mom and I again rush to her. We pin her to the ground. I pin her arms. Mom pin her feets.

I enter the kitchen area and stop midway in my tracks . I see harry cooking something on the stove but that's not the main topic ,the scenery ,the reason to everyone's serendipity is him cooking shirtless with bed hair . I force myself to move a few steps and i am face to face with the not-so-familiar muscular torso from yesterday and pants hung dangerously low to elicit dirty thoughts early in the morning before i quashed them down. Harry turns his head up sensing my presence.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.