Harry Potter Diggory Novels & Stories

’ I checked myself in the mirror, and after making sure my hair was not looking like a bird's nest by brushing my hands through it for a while, I left the room. I had just taken a few steps in the hallway when I heard human activity and clicking of utensils ahead and decided to follow the sound. There was a delicious aroma wafting through the air as I approached the increasing sounds. I froze as I stared at the scene before me. Behind the stove, in all his glory was Morgan. He was stirring something in the pot and adding in other ingredients with such expertise and a focused gaze, making him look so handsome and sexy that I nearly drooled.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

Third Person's POV Arya quietly looked at Digby and asked, "Is this Marcus the same one Angela has a crush on? The name sounds familiar." Digby nodded and said, "Yep, that's the one." No sooner had Digby spoken than his phone rang—it was Angela calling. Arya glanced at the screen and said, "Answer it. She's probably calling about Marcus." Digby cleared his throat and answered, "Hello." Angela asked, "Digby, have you and Arya finished dinner?"

After some time had passed, the dim phone screen lit up again. Mallory grabbed her phone and looked at it. It was an unknown phone number. She said, "Hi! Who are you?" On the phone, a nice, but dangerous male voice could be heard. "Do you want the opportunity to sleep with Xander?" "Want! I want to!" Mallory answered almost without thinking. But she thought of some other problems after that and asked, "Who are you? How did you know what I wanted to do?" The other person on the phone said two words in a deep voice, "Ron Hagrid!"

“I’m telling you, Margot. I’ll keep my lips sealed about it if you want. But you have to clarify that we’re not having problems and what happened at the party last time was a misunderstanding.” A sly smile formed on his lips. “What do you think?” Margot’s face was painted with disgust. “Go ahead. Tell everyone about what you think. I didn’t commit any atrocities, so I’m not worried. I don’t know what made you think I'm like you, but good luck anyway.” She walked away when Harry opened his mouth again. “Leo Brown,” he said, following her. “Isn’t that name familiar? You’ve been meeting him in secret, haven't you? Is it every Friday?”

I knew I would have to stay here for a minimum of six months, but I was already looking forward to the day I could buy my little place. It turns out that Derek was an architect. He explained he needed to work on some drawings for a client and disappeared into his office. I grabbed a plate full of cold pizza and some drinks, then headed up to my room. I had a date with Harry Potter and I wasn't about to miss it. I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.