Novel & Cerita Fanfic Harry Hermione

I say His laughter fills my ears "I missed you too, Hermione!" He says. The crowd thickens, chattering and whisperings. "I can't believe she's friends with the Prince and Princess." "Can you see the way she hugged him, and he hugged her back?" "Are they perhaps dating? What about Eros her mate?" "Eros rejected her so I guess." "Glinda and Hermione might have had a misunderstanding because of Prince Ares." "Did you see the way Glinda pushed her?"

"I'm just glad you're alive." They stayed a little longer with Fiona before finally taking their leave. * * * * After a few weeks, Fiona was finally discharged from the hospital, her recovery was slow but i never left her side even while she was home, Harry hated to see me around but he never interfered. Sometimes we talked, we watched movies together and sometimes she slept while I sat beside her bed and simply watched her little chest breathe like I was afraid it’ll stop. The tension between me and Harry was impossible to miss but I kept showing up, my intention was never to disrespect him, I just couldn't imagine my life without Fiona. I was even more shocked when he gave us space to be t

In a kingdom, I have only been in for less than a day. I came back for my siblings. I came back to spend time with my sister who I connected with after years of trying to find her. Harry and I spent the first decade of our lives thinking and believing it was just the two of us until we found that diary and the photobook that told us we weren’t the only ones. We found out about Harlyn’s existence when we were still very young and did everything within our power to find her but nothing worked. We had little to no lead so it was a fruitless search from the beginning. Heck, Harry and I even gave up after years of trying to find her. And then, Harry went after his mate who ditched him because he

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

As her new name was Amelia Fosters. A few months later she started a non pretentious love relationship with Harry, he had always been someone she loved despite his father atrocities. How Yelena made him to forget the old her and come to term with the new her, she didn’t know how she did, but he a few times made mention of her resembling someone he knew when he was a child, but he didn't mention the fact he expected her to be dead. Harry loved her. His guts always told him that there was something about her, he always felt a connection whenever she’s with him, like he knew her but he couldn’t place it.

"Let me fantasise pleasure for a while." "Good idea!" His eyes twinkled wicked mischief. "I will do the same." He half turned, waving her to fall into step with him to follow Leonard and Favour. He made no attempt to take her arm or hand, for which she was grateful since she was super-conscious of his physicality as it was, and any contact would feel sexual after her blunder in linking pleasure and fantasy. "Favour said you and Leonard have been friends since school days," she remarked, trying to dampen the sizzle she'd unwittingly raised.

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

My days were passing as Harry’s girlfriend. From the day everyone started thinking I was Harry’s girlfriend, most of the guys who were trying me stopped their trails. They even stopped giving eye contact to me. The perks of being his girlfriend. And girls! Few girls literally started killing me with their angry looks.

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.