Harry Potter Instagram Novels & Stories

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

You said she… Megan- Nah, I just assumed and he hasn’t corrected me soo… Harry- Of course the bartender is a woman. I’m not researching creative cocktails to get attention from a man! Ryann- Alright, alright. Just checking. Is she cute? Harry- IMG.1 He sends a selfie. He’s winking at the camera and once again I’m struck with how easily he could be mistaken for an actor or something. He really is gorgeous. Dark hair, blue eyes. It occurs to me that I should really ask what he actually does for a living. I search the photo and I can see a woman in the background of the photo. It’s blurry, all I can really make out is that she has wavy blonde hair and that she seems pretty short. At least I thi

She said she definitely took it at the party, but had no intention to ever post it. But if she didn't post it, then who did? ********************************************************** Harry is all smiles when he gets in the car the next morning. I didn't wait until Ianthe woke up to go for a run this morning, I was too on edge so I went for a run early to help calm down my mind. "Have you been castrated yet?" I ask. "Not in this lifetime." He chuckles. I watch him lean back in the passenger seat with a smug smile on his face.

Anna left her room. Hannah immediately locked the door and laid on the bed. It especially felt like a long day. Her brain was getting clouded with his thoughts. She grabbed her phone and logged in to Instagram. She has an account with a username "Lost in the unknown." Hannah does not have any friends so it is a public account. But she does not post her pictures there. Most of her posts are environment related. Like the pictures of sky, trees, birds, water or falling leaves, flowers etc.

An utter loser who feels scared to even groan loudly in her bedroom, let alone reveal my true feelings to my best friend from childhood. Notifications began to flood on my phone with messages from my friends and I felt slightly better. At least the party in the evening with my friends would be good, even though I had no idea where we were going. This year my friends were organising a surprise birthday/farewell party for me, as I am flying off in a week's time to Sydney, to do my Degree in IT. My phone beeped again, and this time it was various memes of Harry Potter, because all my friends knew what a diehard Potterhead I was. At least Harry had it easy, he didn't have to suffer for three yea

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

I cheered and yanked myself off from the trunk. Harry quickly pulled out his phone from his back pocket and started taking selfies, first he doesn't want me in his pictures but he gave in right in the end. As Harry and I were doing our own thing, I noticed Tybalt and the others has started taking groufies and some selfies too. I have an idea!

Harry answered. “Do you usually examine every lady that you meet or you have had contact with because from what I have heard you say about me that is all true?”Tamara asked. Harry did not expect such a question. He glanced at her shortly and looked forward as he was driving. He cleared his throat, “I don't go looking into the profiles of all the ladies I meet. I have far more important things to do with my life, not stalking women,”Harry said. Tamara laughed sarcastically “and why did you look deeper into my profile aren't you afraid that I might not be who you think I am? Or I made an impression on you and somehow you like me,”Tamara giggled as she winked at him. “You can admit it, I won't