Harry Potter Smoking Novels & Stories

He says with a smirk. “Tell, yes that’s right defiantly tell. I am watching Harry Potter. The first one. I had planned to watch all of them the weekend.” I somehow found my voice and confidents only to ramble like an idiot, I would smack my forehead, but I am just going to act like it was normal and not draw any more attention to it.

This wasn’t just some casual arrangement—this was a fucking power play, and he thought he could pull it off without me knowing. Harry didn’t flinch at my reaction, though his eyes were sharp, watching me closely. I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, not caring that it was only half-smoked. My chest tightened with the weight of it all. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, standing up and pacing across the room.

He liked to do all the questioning. "A few months ago. I can't remember. I was really pissed off one day, someone offered me one and it seemed to calm me down for some reason. I don't smoke a lot, but I do smoke. So, get used to it. I'm not giving it up." I say casually like I was talking to an old friend or something. Not the most dangerous werewolf in the country. And I was lying about not smoking a whole lot. I smoked a lot more than what he would probably like.

he says, and I see a blur of red on his lips. My legs give out beneath me. "Where's the smudge stick?" Harvey asks as he walks me to the opposite couch. There's a string of rummaging noises and then the spark of a lighter as I try to sit down. The room starts to spin and warp, but I realize the warping is smoke. Harvey is handed a smoking bundle of herbs, and he positions it under my chin. The smoke washes over the sides of my face, so I close my eyes and let my body melt.

I refused to let him get to me. I may as well make Harrison a drink before he tries to order something stupid again. I don’t understand why he’s still drinking what I put in front of him. I’ve made the most foul tasting drinks, put inconvenient and uncomfortable spells on them and even chosen ones with insulting names. I wouldn’t trust me by now, but he just smiles, downs the drink and orders another. Some of them I can’t even give him a second time without risking his health. Okay, if taste won’t put him off, maybe I can try texture? There are plenty of drinks with highly unpleasant textures. Slimy, crunchy, all sorts of things. Everyone has something they can’t stand. I’ve avoided giving h

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I didn't know he smokes, but the view is so seducing. "Can I have one? I forgot mine in the car." "Sure." Viktor points me to the box of cigarettes lying on the desk and I take one, then walk next to him and he lights my cigarette. "So you're not that innocent, huh?" he says, exhaling the cancer air. "What do you mean?" "You have your sin, you're smoking." "Ah well, I guess yes then." Knock-knock. "What the fuck? Who can it be?" "I ordered another pair of bedsheets."

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

In the end, Carrie neither smoked nor married into the York family. She had become a middle-aged man’s mistress instead. It was all because of Camryn and Serenity. Carrie would grit her teeth in anger whenever she was reminded of her situation. “You can learn how to smoke. It can help when you’re in a bad mood or feeling depressed.” Mr. Longbottom passed her a cigarette and lit it for her. Carrie took two drags before she started coughing heavily. Mr. Longbottom laughed and said, “You’ll get used to it. Learning how to smoke is easy, but quitting is hard.”

he growled, and pulled away from me. I made a face and caught a whiff of pot in the air, hmm. I dashed through the door he’d left open and snatched a joint from a young girl. I put it to my lips and took a drag. Smoking was one of the few things outside of blood that a vampire could take into their body and not have a reaction. I never turned down the good stuff, but tobacco was a waste of time. “Hmm, very nice,” I said, making a show out of blowing out circles.