Harry Potter Christmas Memes Novels & Stories

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

I blush. “Oooooooooh.” Harry says in his most childish teasing tone. “Did something HAPPEN?” He looks pointedly between Bellamy and I. Bellamy smirks and I roll my eyes. “Fine. Yes. But I’m only going to say this once, then you need to leave and I don’t want to hear a single word from you. Harass me in the group chat later or something okay?” I stare him down. Harry mimes zipping and locking his lips then throwing away the key. I take a deep breath.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

He chuckles, “And I helped Charlie earlier, with the stockings.” She nods, “And once you’ve all gone to bed, Merlin Christmas, a unique variation on Father Christmas, will decorate the house and make everything ready for a wonderful Christmas in the woods, with a snowman war about to erupt on the front steps.” She chuckles,

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."

Fairy lights twinkled from every corner, the massive tree glowed in gold and silver, stockings hung by the fire that had probably never been lit, and for those few hours, I hadn’t thought about him once. The only memories that decided to creep in were for another Christmas. Harry was standing behind me, laughing as I decorated the tree with our custom ornaments, his hand brushing mine, his lips brushing my cheek. I shake my head violently, forcing the memory away. “I don’t need them. Not Chase. Not Harry.” I mutter to myself, over and over, every time the ache threatens to crack me open. By the time I’m done, the tree glows, the lights sparkle, and for the first time in three days, I sink on

"I want more. All Christmas break." Joy smiled shyly, cum still glistening on her skin. "Then it's official.“