Harry Potter Hermione Photos の小説・ストーリー

Wearing his cute kindergarten uniform to his baby pictures, Alice was fully entertained. It was until she flips on the second last page is when she sees Harry at the family fountain. He looks like he was around 6 to 7 when a young girl his age was beside him. Standing and smiling, happy to be beside Harry seeing her eyes was on him the entire time. Caramel-brown hair, baggy but expensive-looking clothes, nerdy exterior... It didn’t take her long to realize that the feature of the girl is definitely... “Is this girl Emily? The one next to Harry? Do you know her?”

This man's hair was made of silk, I'm convinced. "N-Name," he whispered. "Your name." "Well, uh… I'm Soraya. Soraya Quijano—" "accepts you…," he continued. Then he gasped. "Moon Goddess! This human smells so good!" My cheeks heated furiously. I had never received such a compliment. Thanks to the strawberry-smell shampoo and the sweet scent of chamomile tea. "accepts you, S-Star—" "Soraya," I corrected, frowning. "Wait, what is this? Accept to what?"

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

Avery suggested. Harry sighed, he didn't want Avery around him anymore. He frowned as if he was no longer interested in what she had to say. Avery noticed this and instead of waiting for Harry to speak, she took out her phone and showed Selene's photo. Harry was almost stopped by the photo of an innocent and beautiful woman's face on the screen. "Who the hell is that?" he immediately asked. Avery smiled, she seemed to notice that Harry was also fascinated by Selene's appearance. "I see that you suddenly stopped when you saw this photo," she says.

And Luna was wearing a casual dress, and no one cared as she stood beside Lisa. Thinking of the contempt and abandonment she had experienced over the years, Luna's facial expression turned a little ugly. Harry looked down at the photo of the birthday party for a long time, his eyes seemed to freeze, blankly looking at the girl dressed as the little princess in the picture. Although a bit immature compared to the girl he remembered, she was exactly the girl he remembered. Now, he was even more certain that she was the one he was looking for. His heart was suddenly ecstatic and agitated.

On her chest is a pin with a single rose surrounded by a crown of thorns. "I'm doing my best to protect him, Hermione," she whispered, "I have never been keen about your plan to hide all these years, but if it is your will, then so be it." She frowned as she placed the picture back under the pillow. "He doesn't look like you though, more like great grandfather Philip," she thought, and with that thought, Agate Althea went back to sleep. ✫

The baby-soft pink with shades of purple and lint gold is artistically appealing, and the way it complements her skin is captivating. It's unimaginable that I'd get turned on by pajamas, but the sight of Hermione in any attire is a stimulant for me. Her hair is still damp, looking darker and more attractive. Her eyelashes are wet, her face moist and inviting kisses. But I know she needs to eat first. I dish dinner to each of us, and we begin to eat. Hermione devours her meal heartily, and it's clear she's starved herself throughout the day and burned enough calories to warrant her rapid pace.

Electric pleasure shot through me and I arched into his touch. "Off," Harry commanded, tugging at my robes impatiently. "I need to see you." I let him slip the robes off my shoulders, revealing the skimpy red lace underneath. Harry's eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my nearly naked body. He reached out to trace the curve of my breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. "God, Hermione," he breathed. "You're perfect."

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.