Best Harry Potter Fanfics Novels & Stories

And then we both sank deeper into the mattress with our arms tangled together, as the trees outside blurred into a soft grey from the rain. “So,” he said, “what do you want to do today?” "I vote for a Harry Potter marathon," I said, resting my chin on his chest. He glared at me, then said, "Haven't we watched that three times this year already?" "Exactly,” I said. “Which means we're due for another rewatch." "Fine,” he sighed. “But if you make me cry at Order of the Phoenix again..." "If you know Sirius is going to die every time, then why are you never prepared for it?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

The main character of the story has made her entry. Many secrets are going to reveal soon and also don't forget Harry is not your typical Male lead who can't use his brain. He's extremely smart and cunning. I don't know but Harry is my favourite Male lead till now after him you can say I prefer Xander. But Harry's character is just everything. He doesn't feel anything but when he does he feels it with his everything. If he loves he loves madly but if he hates then he hates venomously too. So beware.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Lucy is developing the ability to feel love—what if that means he can fall for someone else? "I wonder if a love potion would work on a demon..." One asks in a dreaming tone while biting her nails. "It's worth a try, right?" "Girl, now that the dumbass rejected him, maybe I could help stitch his heart together again?" Another one sighs dramatically. "With those eyes and that smirk, I would let him go all the way—imagine that face between your legs, god, I'm hot already." My jaw drops to the floor. The second girl is fanning herself with her spellbook, sweating even though it's not even warm. Mrs. Phyllis left the classroom to fetch something. And now the three girls are dreaming about my mat

Friends with Sexy Benefits- Book 3 of the Dark Fairytales Hansel and Gretel were the best of companions, until Gretel starts to notice how prominent his abs are, his pouty lips and that hard package in-between his legs. Trapped in a cottage by a witch for days, their friendship is tested especially when Gretel accidentally kisses Hansel. Rejected by him, she decides to make her body do the speaking instead and find their way out before the evil witch eats them.

Lia looked at me and I nodded "I want to move on." "Move on isn't easy Hailey." Lia said and I know that "I know but somehow we all have our limits and I'm starting to get tired." "I know I know you're not Oh Hani in playfull kiss that kept liking Baek Seung Jo for 4 years." Lia chuckled "It's drama, Kdrama is only exist in fairytale world." I chuckled along with her "Yeah, oh right! I forgot to tell you." "What is it?"

"What wrong with me? you remember you kissed me last night and just this morning without an explanation" "I don't think it needed anymore but at least act along as stop acting too saucy"he concluded and walk out of the room and I slump back on the bed. What does he mean by someone like me?. . . . TO BE CONTINUED... Do you think Harry mean those hurt words? MARRIED AT SIXTEEN 2 💘 (DARK ROMANCE WITH THE ONE I HATE) Written by: Authoress Ricky ✍️ Forty Nine✍️

“That’s what you do to me. Every time I see you, every time I remember each time you turned me down. I’m soaked right now, uncle Cain. Just from standing here.” I grabbed her wrist, harder this time. “You’re my bestfriend’s daughter.” “I’m twenty one today.” She pressed her body against mine, her nipples dragging across my shirt. “Legal. Wet and still waiting for you to stop being a gentleman.” My control was breaking piece by piece. Every filthy fantasy I had buried came pouring back; her on her knees, her riding and begging me while I filled her up. But Spencer was up there, probably half asleep waiting for me. My best friend.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.