Harry Potter Dean Novels & Stories

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

No, she’s different. There’s something glowing in her, something untamed. And the way she hugged those textbooks to her chest makes me want to knock them right out of her hands just so she’ll finally look at me. The deep rumble of my Harley fades as I park between the rows of student vehicles. My eyes, though, are locked on one in particular, Marcus Bern, the Dean of the school and one of my favorite clients. The man’s an addict, a desperate one. I swing my leg off the bike, rolling my shoulders with a smirk. Extortion has its perks, and this one is sweet. I watch the administrators pass in and out of the building, wondering if any of them realize that their beloved Dean is dangling on the e

“We’re not talking about that.” He chuckled, sitting beside me, taking a bite of the waffle from my plate. “If you say so.” “Hey,” I swatted his hand from taking another bite, “this is mine.” Devin pouted, “but I want some.” “Get one for yourself, we’re not sharing food,” I chortled when he pouted his lips. “So mean to me-” he was about to say something else when Mrs Kelvin knocked on the door. “Mr. Collins is here,” she announced when Devin opened the door for her.

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"Come on in." The door opened and he saw his Deputy-Headmistress enter his office. Her face didn't look good. Well, at least for him it didn't look good. After more than 40 years working together as his right hand woman, he could say that he could differentiate the faces of Minerva McGonagall, Deputy-Headmistress of Hogwarts School, Head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle. "Albus, what is the meaning of this unscheduled feast today?"

He waved his hand dismissively. “But you know children,” he continued. “They make up strange tales. Some even say he looks like one. A girl, I mean. But that is absolutely impossible. Lunaris Academy does not admit females. Our admission system would never allow such a thing. There's no room for disguise here” At first, I wondered why he was telling me. But then, my heartbeat changed rhythm. I didn’t know why. “What is his name?” I asked calmly. “Declan,” the Dean replied.

“It is time for your life to go back to normal. You are an Alpha heir, and you are going to start acting like it.” He looked at me over his shoulder as he spoke, not bothering to think twice about how I felt. “That is, of course, unless you want to lose it…” End of Flashback. Dean didn’t say a word as I spoke, and it wasn’t until he was sure that I was done that he kissed the crown of my head, letting his lips linger there for a few seconds before pulling away to look me in the eye.

When this is all over, you must explain how you know how to do that, April G smirked. The girls looked around the Dean’s office for any sign of the statue that Hughley had described. But all they found was an empty office filled with bookshelves Anne expensive furniture. They looked around for the statue, but it soon appeared that their search was in vain. “Oh, come on,” June said. “If I were an evil warlock who is trying to kill three of my students, where would I hide my secret lair?”

“We’ve spoken of it a little. He might help.” Dean waited for Jerome to get there as they had summoned him in hopes he’d know how to move the blasted portal without the leaking power interfering with the spells needed to transport the blasted thing, or outright exploding. The orders to bring the man straight to him. Dean could only pray that he’d covered all his bases and no one gaslighted him with false information to impress him. He wondered if Rolo ever felt like this. Dean’s specialty was necromancy. He didn’t cast it, of course, it’s forbidden. His specialty helped him to recognize and combat it. Portals, however, he only knew the basics on them. It wasn’t his specialty.

He got tired eventually and stopped searching, but he was so certain he would bump into her one day and hopefully she would still be waiting for him. As Dean stepped into the store to get the cake, he felt the strange stares coming from people. Dean Parker in a cake store? Maybe this was some dream. He knew he had that effect on people but did they have to show how much he did affect them? Regardless, he stared around for a while finding it hard to decide which Ava would fancy. The little giggles and stares from the young girls in the store was enough to make him hurry up. He couldn't bear the thought of other ladies falling in love with him when his heart belonged to another. It's been year