Novel & Cerita Best Of Harry Potter Fanfiction

Harry says in surprise. "I can't help it," I continue in my drunken stream of confessions, my thoughts becoming more confused by the alcohol. "Every time I see you or smell your pheromones, I fall even more in love with you. I think you're the most perfect, handsome, and beautiful alpha in the entire country... in the whole continent. I love you, Harry Oakheart. I've always loved you." Finally, after confessing what I'd kept buried for so long, my chest rises and falls rapidly as I run out of breath after admitting that… I'm crazy about my best friend's father.

Being a girlfriend to Harry is the best thing that ever happens in any girl's life. Oh you might think I was being dramatic but come on! It’s the truth. Having a caring, idiotic as well as sexy guy as a boyfriend that made everyone jealous, definitely takes us to cloud nine.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

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.

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Manny smiled and nodded firmly. "Why?" "Let's say ... you are my ideal man, a kiss means a lot for me right now! At least I don't have to imagine kissing my pillow again every night!" Manny's words were too blunt. Harry tried to control himself and his expression, he was not someone who was skilled at things like this ... And he was quite surprised to hear the narrative of a girl who bravely said that she fantasized about him at night. Harry almost blushed. He cleared his throat and got up from his chair. His eyes collided with Manny's.

Harry pretended to be annoyed, shooting us a mock glare and saying, "And you’re all single too! Don’t you dare criticize me!" Harry continued, "One of you is lost in romantic novels, believing in love at first sight." He drew out the words, eyeing me, since I had shared Neil's story with them, painting it with the aura of love at first sight. I shrugged and laughed, "What can I say? That’s just who I am." This earned me a mock groan from Harry, who then pointed at Peter and added, "And the other one only loves hitting the club, always on the hunt for a new conquest. And he has the nerve to criticize me?"