Potter Malfoy Novelas e Histórias

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. “So, The Sorcerer Stone?” Okay back to dumb founded as I feel my jaw drop and eyes go wipe at him. “And based off your choice of movie, clothes and glasses I’m assuming you are a true Potterhead. Though for some reason I see you more as a Hufflepuff rather that Gryffindor.” “I… I …. Um…. Huh?” I seem to have lost the ability to speak. Was he a wizard? Did he just do wandless magic? He just chuckles.

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

"Kendall Muller . 19. Majoring in Chemical Engineering. Loves to play the piano, been playing it since she was four. I even know your favorite composers, Frederic Chopin and Claude Debussy." I gasp, and he continues, "You wanted to major in Architecture before, but your parents wouldn't let you, and in the end, you had your mind set to pursue a career in the oil and gas sector, just like your parents." That fact makes me raise my eyebrows. "You had this obsession with Harry Potter when you were a kid. Well, who wouldn't? But you even memorized a particular dialogue, and one of them is when Harry Potter met Lucius Malfoy in Dragon Alley." Oh, Gosh. I burst into laughter, and Lance laughs too,

Darren said, cutting me off. "What?" "I don't like Nutella." "Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing him incredulously. "No, I'm Darren. And I don't like Sirius Black, the dude's creepy." I just gave him a blank stare. "Who is Sirius Black?" I asked, scrunching my brows up in confusion. "Who would have that sort of a name?" "He's in Harry Potter," He said, shaking his head at me. "You wouldn't know." "Oh," I said. I only watched the first movie of the series and I didn't like it. So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

I asked. He hesitated, but I pushed my claw in deeper, grabbing on his arms, pulling hard. "Argh! Stop! Please just stop!" He pleaded. " If you want me to, then you better start talking!" I warned. "They said his name is Malcolm, a powerful sorcerer from the south! They said he was so powerful he could hide himself under the shadows of the night, so no one would know when he would attack. He always caught his victims unaware." He paused, then continued.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

She stomped away. I chugged the drink and placed down the glass with a thud. “Am I drunk or are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I narrowed my eyes at some man who was now harassing the green head. “That’s Malfoy.” Storm’s jaw ticked. “It’s him.” I clenched my hands. Does he even know what this place is? I doubted that. Junior would’ve gotten him the moment he was recognized.

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.