Hot Chocolate Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I don't understand anything. "Won't you drink that?" I pointed the cup in front of him. I made a hot chocolate drink for both of us. He looked down from the cup and back to me. I sighed lazily. ”As much as I want to poison you, I don't have some sort here. So drink that before I decide to burn your skin using that hot chocolate.” I said and sip on my drink again. His jaw tensed before he touched the mug. I thought he was going to drink there but he just held it. He seems to just consume the heat of the mug.

With a deep breath I entered the boy's room holding two cups of hot chocolate. "Hey Dexter. I brought you some chocolate." I said in a shaky voice as my hand extended out to the boy. Dexter gave me a grateful smile taking the cup. "Thank you, Chris. I love hot chocolate." "Yes, I remembered. Thought you could use some cheering up." The boy look into the liquid with a sigh then up to me again. A jolt of pain radiated through my body knowing if the boy drank it, he would be dead before the sunset.

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.

Tom mumbles, then blows strands of light hair out of his eyes. He pours thick, frothy milk into the intensely fragrant coffee. He places the cup on a silver tray, where an enticingly fragrant brownie awaits. Saliva gathers in my mouth in a split second. If I weren’t held back by the fact that I work here, I’d be able to pounce on the treat and gobble it up without leaving a crumb. Chocolate is my weak point, and I’m not just talking about the usual bars in silver, no… it’s a much bigger addiction. Chocolate pudding, chocolate cakes, chocolate on toast, hot chocolate to drink… hot chocolate to drink… “ALEX!” Anna snaps her fingers right in front of my nose, snapping me out of my reverie.

” Chelsea assumed it led to the kitchen. George wasn’t gone long. He returned with a coffee mug. “I put the bourbon in some hot chocolate. I remember how much you loved hot chocolate.” He carefully handed it to her. Chelsea took a sip from the hot drink. It was good. Better than she thought it would be. She took another sip.

Paper hearts were strewn across every flat surface. Henry took the chocolate basket from the bed and placed it on the nightstand, grabbed a chocolate and came to me while unwrapping it. He placed it in my mouth and I bit into it. It was a liqueur-filled chocolate, and when I bit down, the liqueur trickled from the corner of my mouth. Henry leaned in and licked and sucked where the liqueur had dripped, then put the rest of the chocolate in his mouth.

Every year, Harlow grows a little more, and the magic of Christmas, the magic we’ve worked so hard to make real for her, won’t last forever. I step beside him, grabbing a plate and placing some of the finished food onto it. “You should’ve woken me up.” “You would’ve tried to distract me.” He’s not wrong. “Fine, but I’m helping now,” I say, reaching for the marshmallows to finish off the hot chocolate. “What else needs doing?” Kade hands me a few peppermint sticks. “Those go in the mugs. And make sure the whipped cream is piled high, she loves that shit.”

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

*You've had two meals in the man's house, he's taken care of you, made you better, yet you still think he'd slip something in your hot chocolate when you weren't looking just because he put it in a paper cup? It did sound stupid, put like that, but one can never be too careful. I was about to say something when a soft chime reverberated through the house. Lucas sighed. "That's the door. Drink up. I'll go get it." Slowly, I put the straw in my mouth as Lucas left and took a step. My mouth was immediately flooded with flavour. It seemed as though chocolate wasn't the only thing in it, I could get the faint taste of honey and something else. This was what nectar, the drink of the gods would tas

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.