Hot Chocolate Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

Clement stepped inside while carrying a mug of I am guessing, a hot drink. I shift my position in my seat. I was about to get up to welcome him, but he stopped me by shaking his hand in front. “What’s that?” I asked. Clement pulls the chair placed in front of my vanity mirror and puts it beside my bed. He then handed me the hot drink. “Hot chocolate. For you,” he offered. I take it. A small smile crawled into my face. The hot chocolate has some big marshmallows floating in front. Based on its smell, I can say that the chocolate used in this drink is rich.

I tell her with a grin. "What is hot chocolate?" She asks as her excitement begins to return. "Oh, you have never had hot chocolate? Well, I will make you some but you have to promise that you will not drink it every night after this." I tell her as her smile grows bigger. "It is the most decadent drink you have ever had. It is melted chocolate mixed into milk. There is a pile of whipped cream on top as well as all of the sprinkles you could want. So, are you in?" I ask.

I’ve misread looks before, but this one feels heavy, loaded. “Lost a bet,” I say curtly. “Ah,” she murmurs, and that’s the end of it. Outside, Bennett leans close, voice low and teasing. “There’s a place around the corner. They make a hot chocolate that’s basically molten chocolate. So rich the server looks at you like you’re insane and asks, ‘Are you sure?’” “I didn’t know that,” I reply a little too quickly.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

She shoved a cup beneath my nose. I took a delicate sniff, inhaling the combined scents of vanilla, peppers, milk, and cocoa. “What’s this?” “An invention of mine.” She brought the cup to my lips. “Hellish hot chocolate. It’s fortified with pain killers, strength enhancers—” My mind switched off the moment I heard her suggest it might do something about the magic burning a hole in my chest. That was exactly what I needed right now, and I took the proffered drink and drank it in several gulps.

The mugs are in the shape of snowmen, bringing a smile to Nikolai’s face. “Do you want any toppings on yours?” Akio asks, grabbing a few mini marshmallows and holding them over Nikolai’s hot chocolate. When Nikolai doesn’t stop him, he lets the marshmallows drop in. “What about sprinkles? Or whipped cream? Or a peppermint stick?” “I’m good for now, angel. Thank you.” Akio spends a few moments preparing his own hot chocolate, which includes all of those things and more. “How does it taste? Is it yummy?”

There wasn’t anything he could do at that moment but just regret and find a way to tell he has feelings for her. By the end of the Philosopher’s stone, the two of them were so stuffed with food they stopped eating. Emma Jean was working on her second bottle of Vodka while Kieran was on his third bottle of whiskey. At the start of the Chamber of Secrets, he paused the DVD to stand up. “We should stretch our legs and go to the bathroom. We are not going to be moving from this room for the rest of the day. It’s going to be a Harry Potter kind of night.”

I trailed off, looking at his cold face. He returned a few seconds later, holding a warm mug of rich hot chocolate topped with a swirl of cream. "Drink this, then," he ordered softly, handing me the mug. I couldn't refuse chocolate even when I was one step away from death. The sweet, rich chocolate was heaven. I took three slow sips and almost purred as it melted on my tongue. “Do you like it?" He asked, looking into my eyes. “Of course," I couldn't lie.

one of them said dramatically, “Sophie Barbers made a video last night saying your drinks have... potions in them. To make us addicted.” Fabian did a double take, nearly spilling his milkshake. “Wait—what?! Potions? What is this, Hogwarts: Latte Edition?” “She was crying in the video,” another added, “like, full-on ugly cry. Snot, tears, the whole emotional buffet. It felt real.” Fabian groaned. “Of course she cried. Sophie cries when her nail polish chips. Or when her avocado isn’t ripe.” He sighed and sipped his milkshake. “Probably Lucien’s fault. That man could turn a birthday party into a breakup album.”