Harry Potter Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.

Valentine would smack their desk with her ruller which was effective enough with werewolf hearing to stop people from wanting to talk. "Rouge Silverflame to the office please." The intercome rang out between the next class periods. I sighed hoping nothing to major was about to happen and went off towards the offive. The halls now buzzing with much harsher rumors then first arriaving to school. I spotted Charlotte smiling and talking to her friends at her locker, still hanging on Thomas's arm. Luckily she didn't notice me or at least she didn't acknologle me being in the hallway. I did notice her friend giving me the stink eye but attempeted to ignore the drama, I had enough of that already.

Who was still wrapped around her like a cobra viper, snarling at Harry? He retreated and growled at Harry, “Mine,”, Fleur placed her hands on his cheeks and made him look at her. She tiptoed and pecked his lips in commitment, after a few jiffies she tried to pull back but looks like he had other plans, he placed his hand on her nap and kissed her deeply. Cora and I smiled at them. Fleur deserves this. They are so perfect. I was fully aware of the heated gaze of my mate, but I chose to ignore it. I went to the library to give these love birds some space.

She needed to hurt her fellow trainees to be on a top rank. "Peony." Amnisty and Mauvais said unison. "Clandes." the Desaix siblings said. She looked at the different groups. Amnisty was shocked while Mauvais was staring at her. His eyes were saying thank you to Peony. Vladimir Desaix was expecting Peony to come back. Avissar was silently observing her. Peony's gaze landed on Lilia Desaix, she was smiling at her. "It's Dealla Brouclier, everyone," she said proudly.

After looking around outside, we returned to the pack house. The guards and the maids seemed surprised to see me with Delta Harry. Harry summoned all of the servants and instructed them to form a long line. I realized there were so many servants working inside and outside the pack house. "She is Flora. Never forget to treat her with respect. She is Alpha's woman." Everyone's eyes widened when they heard him. They turned their heads at me with shocked faces. I ignored their expressions. But my gaze fell on the maid named Malti. She looked more surprised than anyone else.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

They were also talking about the potion Meg prepared, the one Dan and I found in her room that made Hunter and Jake addicted to her and blind to her wrongdoings. Yet, not far away, an old woman stood guarding two expensive designer bags that clearly didn't belong to her. I recognized Hunter's scent close, “Fleur, baby, come to my study. I need to show you something!" His face, voice, and tone had completely changed. With his hand on my lower back, we walked toward his office until I caught a bitter almond scent. He looked worried. I walked inside and saw a beautiful woman, older than me. I heard the door click shut behind me, and Hunter pressed close against my back, his hands steadying my w

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

“Ma’am, please calm down. Why are you looking for Luna Della?” “Luna?” she burst out, eyes wide open as she pointed at Henry. “Luna? That fucking slut dared to hurt Kylian’s fated mate! Flora’s violated and humiliated, and yet Della still dared to enjoy her low and worthless life by wearing that beautiful dress and attending the kingdom’s event!” Shifting her gaze to me, my mother added, “You see now, Kylian? Della’s nothing but a greedy witch! She must pay for all the pain Flora suffered!”

Her eyes lingered on me and I had to fight the urge to lean over and kiss her. “Can we please goooo?” Flora said, feeling very dramatic. I stood and set my napkins on the table. “Yep, let’s go. Time to see what Flora can do today.” She smiled at me and I felt like I could survive anything as long as I could keep seeing that. Then she was off like a shot, Cody fast on her heels. Kyle hung back and walked with Delilah while I brought up the rear. “So, have you been working on any other exercises?” Delilah said, walking with her arm around his shoulders.