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I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there. I took the book and start reading, oh gosh I'm so tired. I wanted to sleep. I just finish around 30%, I still have 70% to go. Oh great! I keep yawning and yawning. I need a coffee like.. Really need one. I walked outside and looked for a vending machine. I remembered that it's near my drawing class. I walked there and buy 2 cans of coffee. When I arrived at the library, there a bread and a hot coffee on the top of my desk. This is weird. I looked around to find someone I know, who did this?

I made love to her after that and she slept like a baby all through the night. I wouldn't say sex was a cure for her nightmares but it helped and that was enough for me. I'm seriously addicted to her body like an addict is to drugs and I'm not so sure I ever want to stop. "Hey gorgeous." I stride across the room to meet her and bend to kiss her hair. "What are you reading?" "Harry potter." She lifts the book for me to see the cover. "It's so addictive." "Yeah, it is." I agree. "You can see it's a little bit worn out. I read it a lot when I was younger."

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.

I'm reading Harry Potter on the couch, at Ana's insistence. Despite my first impressions of the book, mainly that it seemed geared toward children and not me, Harry Potter is turning out to be a very interesting read. I can't really relate to the main character missing his parents, but I can relate to his dislike for his living family members and his joy at leaving them behind and making new, unexpected friends. Sensing that it must be late, I check the time and see that it's 11:30, much later than Ana is usually out in the living room. I glance over at the table to see her head nodding at the same tempo as the foot-tapping. She is still intent on the Glock. I wonder if she realizes how late

As usual, Harry always wanted Julia to read him a story before bed. Julia grabbed a bedtime storybook for children from the small table drawer next to Harry's bed. Julia arranged a few storybooks inside the drawer. She had read the book many times, but Harry still loved it. Harry then put his head on the pillow, getting ready to lie down. Julia began reading the book she was holding.

he says taking a sip out of his cup. I heard a knock on the door as I was reading Harry Potter in my room. My heart sped up. Maybe it was Titus? His familiar sweet scent wasn't there. "Sophie?" I heard Jacob's voice call out from outside the door. I sigh and put a piece of paper as my bookmark in my book and push myself off the bed. I open the door and meet his face. off," he lightly smiles. I nod and give him a quick side hug. All of a sudden I hear a low and deep growl from behind us. I turned my head and see Titus. My heart skips a beat but then it goes back to normal and my face is replaced by a scowl on my face.

" I'm loving it. I think I'll alternate the books and that way I can give you an opinion more quickly about both. " I admire anyone who can do that. I've always focused on one book at a time when it comes to literature. "I've always done that. It's just one of my gifts. Harry Potter and IT, the thing. Fifty shades of gray and Anna Karenina. Always alternate. " Wow, and they are pretty radical alternations. - Max laughs. He walks over to where I'm sitting and hugs me. We stayed a while longer enjoying ourselves and watching the afternoon fall. The sun hiding behind the horizon line.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

{Diane} I arranged my books into my bag quickly, controlling myself from bursting out at Harry, and if his hot girlfriend says anything vexatious to support him, I'm gonna snap at her too. What exactly am I to someone like Harry Michaelson? Am I just a fucking game to him because this whole relationship thing was built with a full plan, everything we show the world is staged. We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry?

“I did not think the update would make you happy. Did something happen between you and Daisy?” Jaxon smirked, then chuckled quietly. “I caught her reading.” “And? You already know she reads. Too much, actually,” Harry said. Jaxon shook his head. “Yes, but you never told me she reads those kinds of books. I caught her reading Fifty Shades of Grey this afternoon.” Rohan laughed in disbelief. “No way!” “I told her I would be willing to try out a few scenes with her, and she told me she is switching to science fiction now.”