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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?”

I moved around the office, looking for something to help me understand who the little boy Harry was talking about was. My heart was beating frantically, as I did not want to discover that what I suspected was true. No, it couldn’t be true. Not giving any thought to what Harry was discussing with his beta, I casually opened one drawer. I walked over to a shelf and pulled out a book with a black leather cover. I opened it and could see that it was a photo album. Did Harry have pictures? Aged black and white photographs and several color ones showed a young Harry with a beautiful woman with blonde hair and big green eyes. They were both holding a little boy whose hair was the same color as the

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."

I hope not. “Well, I certainly know where to find witches… but there aren’t any werewolves around this part of town… am I right?” She smiled at me. She’s playing tricks with you Hermione. Don’t listen! I did not answer her. My silence meant a lot of things, but I was going to leave it to her to figure it out. She stared at me for a minute then walked to where I was seated. She squatted right before me and it was then that I could see that she did not age pass late 40s early 50s. this lady was supposed to look very old but no.

And now, Hermione was rushing towards him like this with the Reflective Eye whirling around her body. A fiery fire surged through his heart at the sight. Holy sh*t, this really was a magic treasure that made people jealous.

’ Lorelei asked looking disturbed. ‘Young girl got to look good.’ She winked making her look funny. Lorelei scoffed ‘Can't you just head to the spa or something? That looks really ugly.’ ‘Beauty is pain my love.’ Claire said as she checked herself in a hand mirror. ‘Nah, this sort of your beauty is ugly.’ ‘Nah. You are just jealous.’ While bickering at each other, Hermione came on looking like a raccoon. She definitely just got out of the bed and didn't think it through enough to save her friends eyes from the disaster she looked like.

"Stand there. I'll take a picture. We didn't get a lot today, and I don't mind flexing my photography skills a bit." Hermione smiled delightedly and did as told. She struck a pose, and he started clicking pictures. When he was done, he stared at them and gave an approving nod. "So smug," she murmured under her breath as she approached him to see the pictures. "Let me take some of you. I promise not to crop half of your body out," she said. Rhys shook his head, then glanced around. "There are so many people. That'll be weird."

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.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

In the end, he dismissed Hera early, but since the gate wouldn’t open until four, she resorted to staying in the treehouse. Seeing that there were no longer any students in the field, she resigned on the long wooden chair in the corner of the small house. The walls were solely made of woods and were vandalized with names and drawings that didn’t make any sense for Hera. She put her right hand inside her pocket, trying to find some pen. She wanted to see how she’d feel after doing what delinquent students did in the poor treehouse. However, she instead found a crumpled old photo. It featured a three-year-old girl who had neck-length black hair whose strands were blacker than liquor. She and H