Harry Potter Smoking Novels & Stories

I step around him to make my way back to the house, but he moves just as quickly and blocks my path. I bump into his chest, and the impact sends a shiver down my spine, because damn, that’s a hard chest. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone I’m here,” he says, stepping back just enough before pulling a cigarette from his pocket, flicking the lighter open. “Don’t,” I blurt, raising a hand before I can stop myself. “Don’t do that here. Harriette won’t like it if you smoke near her garden.” My voice comes out sharper than I intend, and it makes him chuckle.

“I think I know what my daughter sounds like if she calls me on the phone.” Hayden resisted the urge to take a luscious drag out his cigarette, which was situated deep into his pockets. He had been really trying to control his smoking habits, but now that he was back in the game, his boys had been providing him with weed laced cigarettes. It was crazy… and also incredibly irresistible.

Eden Monroe. On a hot, sunny day, while rushing to attend a class, I came across my best friend Carla. I was surprised to see her wearing a large hoodie that obscured her face, as this was not her typical style. I approached her and called out her name. As she looked up at me, I noticed that she was smoking. "What in the world are you doing? I can't believe you're smoking on school grounds, Carla!" I exclaimed. Carla took a puff from her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke before responding to me, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just going through a lot right now and I needed something to help me cope."

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H

He pleads with me with a pouty face, and I let out a small smile before handing him the cup back. "Thank you, baby." He says, and I roll my eyes. He drinks the tea in less than five seconds and throws the cup on the floor, making a burning sound. "Fuck! What is in that stuff? It is so horrible. Ew!" Harry exclaims as he rushes over to the side table in the room and chugs on the water in the jug shamelessly. "Prussian blue seeds and water," I say in an amused tone, and he sets his jug on the table harshly to throw a murder glare my way.

But Calvin just shot him a cold glare, instantly putting out his enthusiasm. Henry smirked sarcastically, pulled a cigarette from the case on the table, stuck it between his lips, and took a deep drag—only to choke immediately. “Shit, is this thing spiked?” Calvin was clean when it came to substances. He smoked, but not excessively. Occasionally, he indulged in cigars, but he never touched anything harder. Lately though, he’d switched things up—choosing a strong Russian cigarette, completely unlike his usual style. Tapping his long finger on the carton, he said,

She stormed into the room, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she caught the whiff of cigarette smoke. She looked up to see Draco already watching her, as if expecting her arrival. He seemed to know she would come after him. She noticed the cigarette in his hand. So, Draco is smoking. "Do you really have no heart?" Laura couldn't help but say to Draco. Draco took a drag on the cigarette and then exhaled. "I already told you, Laura. You witnessed how ruthless and heartless I can be if you don't follow my orders," he reminded her. "But you still didn't obey. So, take the consequence of your decision," he added.

Hugo “Hey, you know Christmas is just around the corner,” I said, trying to lighten the mood between me and Frederick, who always seemed on the brink of exploding. “I’m not really in the mood for celebration, since you removed the only thing!” Frederick snapped back. “Yeah, right,” he added with a smirk, casually lighting up a cigarette in front of me. He hadn’t been much of a smoker before, but lately, it had become quite a bad habit. I’d tried smoking a few times myself, but thanks to my father, it felt almost like a part of me from the moment I was born.

I felt a strange, searing heat, like the weight of his tears could somehow reach me, even in death. After what felt like an eternity, his sobs quieted, and he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a shaky hand. The smoke swirled around his haunted eyes, casting shadows over his sharp, handsome features. As he took a long drag, his gaze fell on my urn, and he froze. "Damn it… I forgot you hate the smell of smoke," he whispered, a bitter, broken smile tugging at his lips. He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb.

Why was he smoking while he was wounded? Rael noticed the smoke that had filled the room, and seeing the girl stare at him disapprovingly, he tossed it to the floor, killing it. It wasn't that he loved smoking, it was just that he needed to smoke to keep his blood lust in check. Just now after being wounded, he had felt his fangs starting to elongate, and his eyes starting to morph, and thus, he could only pull out some cigarettes to smoke. If Harriet hadn't walked into the room, he would have smoked 20 more cigarettes until he regained his composure.