Fanfic Harry Hermione Novels & Stories

The thought of his naked body was just a whisper of her imagination, and she was already immobilized. "Should I leave you guys? It seems to me like you two have an unfinished business to carry on to." Mr. Faiz said, watching them. Anna was the manifestation of awkwardness, she doesn't care, and knows, and would think it funny if she did. And together, only a blind person won't notice the heat radiating between the two. Words unspoken. "No, stay!" Both blurted. "I need you to explain to her what you've advised me earlier," Harry added while giving her a bowl of oatmeal, in a tray with bacon, fried eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice for her to eat from the side table.

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

I said, raising a brow. She sighed, leaning back slightly. “That handsome man with you at the funeral… What’s his name again?” “Harry,” I muttered. “Yes, Harry.” She winked. “What’s going on between you two?” “Nothing,” I said firmly. “From what I saw, it didn’t look like nothing.” “You saw wrong,” I laughed softly. “Harry and I are just friends. He was a close friend in high school and now a family to the kids and me.

But then her face looked more expressive than it is now. "Why? Where are you looking?" Alfred asked to see Harry daydreaming, even though he was wrong. "she..." Harry did not know the name of the girl who was in the spotlight. Alfred looked into Harry's eyes staring far away. “Sarah's friend from the next class, 10-5. Why do you know her?" "Oh no. I just see her often recently." Sometimes Harry is really weird, Alfred thinks, they all are in the same school and one extracurricular, of course they will see each other often, right?

Breaking away, I reached for his jeans, fumbling to unbutton them. "Please Harry," I panted. "I need you inside me." Harry shucked off his jeans and boxers in record time, his thick erection springing free. He lined himself up with my entrance and paused, looking into my eyes. "You're mine, Hermione," he growled possessively. "Now and forever." Then he thrust deep inside me in one smooth stroke. We both moaned at the sensation, stretched and full in the best way. Harry started moving, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. His pace was relentless as he pounded into me.