Harry Potter Aesthetics Novels & Stories

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

It’s huge, with a towering façade that seems to loom over not just the narrow cobblestone road that it’s on, but the entire neighborhood, even if it is the same height. At the top of the building is a series of lion statues, and on the huge wooden double doors is a golden plaque engraved with the House Corbin logo. “It looks like Hogwarts!” she murmurs, grinning. Can she help it that the first book series that ever hooked her was the Potterverse? She watched every movie enough times that she drove Mom crazy quoting Hermione’s lines. And when Hermione walked down that staircase in the pink gown, going from nerdy to drop-dead gorgeous? Her heart exploded, and her imagination went wild. She doe

Terry is correct; Harry still has feelings for Alexis, the most beautiful, gentle girl in his heart, but Realizing that Harry didn't answer, Terry asked softly, "Do I look like her? Is it the eyes or the nose, or the eyebrows?" Harry glanced at Terry, his eyes filled with nostalgia: "That's when you smile. The cheeks are curved up to reveal two coins, the eyes are tight, the eyelashes are curved, the nose is wrinkled, and the teeth are pure white and straight. The whole face at that time resembled Alexis!" Terry asked curiously, "What about when you don't smile? Is it not like her?" Harry nodded, only to see Terry could not hide his surprise: "Is this such a strange thing?"

, I barged into the room. Gothic! That is what that room screamed. Who has a gothic aesthetic for their office? Paintings from all supernatural movies covered one side of the wall. There was a huge portrait of someone who was almost the exact replica of Mr. Collins but the background had a fence, a creepy full moon, and bats. I could guess maybe it was his grandfather. The chairs were designed in the shapes of hands, fangs, and a wolf while I saw the man sitting on a castle. A chair that looked like a CASTLE! “Uhm…Hello again Headmaster Collins!”, I finally spoke up. This spooky interior was still very distracting.

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

Picture Harry Potter's dining hall where everyone would gather for the special assemblies. The hall has a tall ceiling painted in a soft cream color, while the walls are made of a rich, honey-brown wood, and the floor is covered in a large plush, beige carpet. There are long tables that stretch across the room, each one lined with simple, wooden, high chairs. The tables are made of the same warm wood as the walls, and they are laid with clean, white tablecloths with lace embroidery in teg gems and are arranged in long rows while one table is placed at the front, raised above the others on a small platform. The raised table has a simple, silver centerpiece, and a small, graceful vase with a f

“Of course not. I just cleaned the lens of your heart camera, if you wanna put it that way. There are countless beings around us other than shadows, dear. Beings that will never harass you or do you any harm. It’s time you let your heart rest from trying to pierce into the darkness and turn to the light.” “Meaning now I’m gonna go around seeing these blurs of light everywhere?” “No. Meaning if you ever need to see them, now they can show themselves to you.” “Oh, okay.” Hugo brought our bowls filled with fresh steamy tea and we lingered there, sipping them in silence like the day before. We heard a knock on the door and Harry made his regal entrance. Today he wore jeans and a tartan shirt. He

Harry continued leading me to the two-seated table by the glass window facing the busy street. "This place is amazing!" Harry uttered as his eyes roamed around. "We've got lots of cafeterias in my country, but this one is really beyond words!" he kept admiring the interior of the place. Well, I couldn't blame him. He was right. The interior decoration was a mixture of past and modern, mundane, and extraordinary. It was a two-story building with different decorative designs that fitted to different kinds of seasons.

'Stacy' reached out to touch her face and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?" Harry shook his head. "No." Then he bent over and picked her up. "Stacy" put her arms around his neck and looked at his face. He was cold and resolute. His sword-shaped eyebrows were full of heroic spirit. His straight nose was like a statue and his thin lips were tightly closed with restraint and determination. Every part of his face was perfect and incredible. "Stacy" was mesmerized by Harry. When Harry put her in the car, "Stacy" was still looking at him. Harry frowned and didn't like to be looked at like this for no reason.

The baby-soft pink with shades of purple and lint gold is artistically appealing, and the way it complements her skin is captivating. It's unimaginable that I'd get turned on by pajamas, but the sight of Hermione in any attire is a stimulant for me. Her hair is still damp, looking darker and more attractive. Her eyelashes are wet, her face moist and inviting kisses. But I know she needs to eat first. I dish dinner to each of us, and we begin to eat. Hermione devours her meal heartily, and it's clear she's starved herself throughout the day and burned enough calories to warrant her rapid pace.