Harry Potter Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Harry already had his bead bent downwards so he could face the book but his taut arm was holding my body closely to the side of his warm body, making me feel both the shiver and the heat from his pleasant touch. I raised my head a little, my eyes smartly flicking upwards to steal a glance at Harry's unfriendly but handsome face. His blue eyes were not smiling, it almost looked like he had an issue with the book he was reading. Through his glasses, I could see how his eyes hardened on the book. I had planned to give a brief look, but I can't gaze away now. Harry has this perfect imperfection thing in him that makes him so damn attractive. No wonder girls still stare, love and follow him despi

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I walked back to the couch and sat back down. I look down at Harry’s face. For the first time, I took a moment to appreciate just how beautiful he was. The sparse hair on his head was dark but still a little red. He had thick eyelashes that rested on his pink cheeks. His face was a lot thinner than Bethany’s had been at this age. Then again, he hadn’t been eating well. His pouty lips were red, and the lower one was pulled into his mouth as he sucked on it.

I am happy to possess that part in her life. We watched Harry Potter together. She loves it especially the character Harry potter. A few years back she even used potter like round glasses out of her fancy over Harry Potter. At that time she really looked like a dumb nerdy kid, but I always had to lie saying "She is looking beautiful" As I didn't want to die at this age. She is the whimsical character that can't stay steady not even for a moment. Gradually she fell asleep while watching the Tv. I was sleepy too.

I think it would be fun. She smiles. "It's going to be like a yule ball. We are going to make the magic of Harry Potter come alive. We are going to have ice sculptures, fake snow and twinkling lights hung on the walls and ceiling, creating a night sky effect just like in the Great Hall." "Sounds interesting." I said, nodding my head in approval. I would really like to challenge my skills with a task like that.

A heavier kind I couldn’t quite put my finger on and didn’t really want to. I got up, went to the bathroom, and ran cold water over my wrists. Then I looked in the mirror. The girl, looking back, looked wrecked. Harry Potter glasses sliding down her nose, dark circles under her eyes, mouth pressed into this flat line like she was trying way too hard to look normal. She had a Crimson wolf that some pack history professor had called an “ancestral marker of exceptional strength” three weeks ago. Half the class had turned and stared. It had felt good for about two seconds and mortifying for the rest.

She actually felt nice that they had something to talk about. She could not help but compliment Harry on his look. Biting her lift lightly,Tamara admitted that the man In front of her was handsome with undeniable raw magnetism. Harry wore an expensive tailored suit with an air of nobility. His lean jawline was sharp and defined, framing a perfect symmetrical face adorned with shapely eyes that seemed to hold the secret of the universe. She smiled a bit and Harry saw her.

So the two decided to go home, but Harry suggested for them to go to his bachelor pad nearby a few blocks away from the DRI instead and she later agreed. His bachelor pad was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the sides were the photographs of his childhood, so loved by his mother. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely light bareness, and the walls were the dark greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. She

“You’re not my t—” "Uh, so you are the instant boyfriend I have just recently." She said with the Hermione accent from the Harry Potter. I didn’t expect that. “And you think I’m so pleased with this kind of rumour that was spread all over the campus?” she smile mockingly. “Then, think again. You may have the good looks but you are not my type.” She added, stood up, brought the shake she was enjoying alone earlier then walk out of the cafeteria. I noticed that she’s beautiful especially when you get to look at her close even though she have thick eyeglasses and braces, she have a white and porcelain-like skin, her hair smells good and her lips that was between red and pink color, so kissable.

Linda placed an assuring hand on my shoulder, which seemed to calm me. I heaved a deep sigh and walked to the front of the hall. They said it was the most beautiful hall ever, even just by seeing the front. It was painted white, but everything looked majestic and had the same structure as the castle. When the doors opened, and we entered, my breath caught in my throat when I saw the hall's beauty. It was decorated in white and golden hues, with towering columns adorned with intricate carvings of fae wings and flowers. The ceiling soared high, painted with vibrant murals depicting the history of the fae, and golden chandeliers cast a warm, ethereal glow across the vast space. Arineth had told