Fanfic Harry Hermione Novels & Stories

Harper stared at the list until the words blurred. Someone close enough to school life was feeding the account information. That did not automatically mean Fiona. Harper knew that. She also knew there were only so many people who had been around long enough to know those things. Across the cafeteria, Fiona was sitting with two girls from student council, laughing over something on one of their phones. She looked completely ordinary. Her hair was tied back, her blazer was folded over the chair beside her, and she had a half-finished sandwich on her plate. Harper watched her for several seconds before deciding she was tired of watching people from a distance.

Both of us were still angry. “Still feel like punching someone?” Hermoine asked. I nodded. “Good.” She lunged at me, and I caught her. We started sparring. Kicking, punching, hitting hard. She scratched my face. I hit her stomach. She elbowed my ribs. I grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the ground. She rolled and kicked me off. We didn’t hold back. We hit hard, fought like enemies. But still… it didn’t help.

I waved goodbye, giggling, and slipped out of sight around the corner. Harry approached Hermione from behind and gave her a gentle shoulder rub. "I'm heading to the area of mystery. meet up with you after you check out?" She answered, "Sure," she said, shutting the book before choosing a different one. "I'm almost done here." With a final friendly squeeze of her shoulder, he added, "Okay, see you in a bit," and she left. I approached the queue ten minutes later, carrying a bundle of paper books beneath my arm. Hermione's eyebrow shot up.

Crazy thing is, she was the one who came after me first. When people trashed me for being broke, she threw hands—literally yanked some girl's hair out and almost got herself suspended. I was hooked on shrimp ravioli from this run-down spot across town. Didn't matter if it was pouring, she'd bring it to me. Math? I sucked. She'd stay up all night fixing my screw-ups, drilling me until I got it. She was the one who confessed, swore she wanted forever with me. Now she's the same one bailing on me over and over—for Joseph.

Harry smiled and said, "Grandpa, we all know that Rowan didn't marry his wife out of love. I wasn't expecting him to get married when his 28th birthday is just next month. Don't you love Sage enough, brother? Why drag Fiona into this? Or do you have feelings for your secretary and you used this opportunity to marry her?" Rowan's scowl deepened as everyone turned to him to defend himself. Harry was similar in looks and size to Rowan, and he was even more masculine. I made a mental note to keep my distance from him. "Whatever I choose to do is none of your business. Just stay away from my wife and mind your own business," Rowan replied coldly, and Harry smiled. "Of course. I will mind my own b

Felicity clenched her fists and asked in dissatisfaction, “Harry, the Scott family and the Marlow family have been friends for so many years. Both of us can also be considered childhood friends. How can you treat me like this just because of a woman? What’s so good about Sienna? She doesn’t deserve you at all!” These words crossed the line. Heath’s expression changed, and he shouted, “Shut up! Who let you speak to Master Harry in that manner?” Felicity bit her lips, and her eyes were even redder than they were before. She had already joined hands with Clara to turn Sienna into a fool, but why was Sienna still the only person that Harry cared about? Harry could ignore the ridicule from the ou

We had that too but mom wanted to take it down so we did. “Is this her?” It’s Harry’s mom. I smile and Harry nodded. “This is Myles, my girlfriend.” “Myles?” Her brows creased that made me nervous. “Myles! I remember you now. You’re the girl that cried when Harry left.” I bit my lips, I can’t believe his mother remember that. I nodded that left harry confuse. “What Myles?” He asked. “You’re childhood friend when you studied here before going abroad.” His eyes widen when his mother said that.

They spent a good part of the late afternoon and early evening in her room, making love slowly. They also talked a lot about her childhood and adolescence, details of which Kath could now share without having to omit information that would reveal her false identity and the problems she, Darren, and their mother had faced. Harry was even more affectionate than usual, pampering his girlfriend in every way he could, preparing a bath with aromatic salts and a special snack for her, and not allowing her to lift a finger during the entire time.

Once more Harry got everything he’s ever wanted and I was left with nothing. I roll to my side on the bed and I keep reminding me that we were younger back then, Harry couldn’t have done it on purpose. I shake my head trying to get those thoughts out of my head but she keeps popping back up again, her name was Sara, she was a Spanish bomb and an foreign student at our university. I remember when I saw her for the first time my heart almost stopped with her beauty, her brown eyes and tanned skin made me delusional. I was always high at that time and obviously she paid more attention to Harry than she did to me. Until the day of the party, we were on our first year of uni and there was a party

Harry and I had grown up together. We had been childhood sweethearts. Our engagement was arranged by our families when we were five. If anyone bullied me, he would always be the first to stand up for me. If he received a punishment, I was always the first to plead on his behalf. Up until this moment, no one ever doubted that I was Harry’s true love. However, he brought another woman with him to my twenty-second birthday party. Nessa was slender and fragile, clinging to his side like a delicate, pale flower.