Fanfiction Harry Hermione นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

Actually… Having her there makes a whole lot of sense. The second I walk into that room and see Hermione, I’ll drown. I know I will. She’s another man’s wife now. That thought alone makes my head go to dark and wild places. I need someone to ground me. To keep me from doing something crazy and stupid in front of everyone. I let go of her hand and walk a little closer, lowering my voice. “You know what? Actually, Diana… let's go to France together." Her whole face transforms with shock and pure joy. "Really?"

“I fully expect him to burst into flames mid dance and declare his undying love for me. I even brought a bottle of water, just in case.” Hermione laughed at my joke, but it was cold and hollow, like the kind of laughter villains have before spiking the hero's drink with cheap poison. She glared at me, but before she could let out anymore words, I walked past them. If I had stayed any longer, then I would have “accidentally” dropped a tinge of my latest potion that was bound to have her itching uncontrollably for the rest of the night.

Anna just nodded her head and started to tell her side of the story, "I was studying for my MBBS digree in one of the top colleges that everyone wanted to study and I got 3 friends, who were like me, which I really liked it, we got so close and everything was perfect, when I got to know Harry and his friends, we were fighting like the biggest enemy and then we got close and fall in love with each other, I really liked him so much and in my finall year, I got to know that he was enegeged to Ava, she was so cute, such a little girl, even though she was trying to look so mature, she can't and I really liked her, I became angry at Harry for hiding this from me but at the same time, I started to

I was looking at my great fandoms namely Percy, Harry, and Hermoine. Um hello? Seeing your favorite stars in person how can you not have that look on your face? Only thing is, the camera made it seem like I was looking at him! Just below our faces is a huge red caption in bold letters saying: ________________ GABRIELLE XYLER AND MYSTERIOUS MODEL FELISHA: DATING OR NOT?

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

Her body loved every touch, and Saint's mouth was so hot she couldn't help but want the rest of him. Harper wanted more. Much, much more. Sadly, Saint leaned back to break their connection. Harper was breathless and noticed her friends had turned quiet. In all honesty, Harper had forgotten about their existence. She turned to face them—Frida and Tanja were staring at her. They were madly blushing, and Frida was fanning herself with a menu she had stolen from another table. "Uhh..." Harper didn't know what to say. She glanced up at Saint, who didn't offer her any help. The bastard looked incredibly smug, and also... Gorgeous. What was happening between them? Were they getting together, or was

My voice rose up a notch. “You think I would let those girls into my father’s house?” Hector gave me a weird look and I must admit, I did sound a bit stupid. “Where is all of this coming from? I thought we were passed it.” “We were but now I want to know who those girls are.” I told him. Hector chuckled then shook his head. “Hermione. I was with them before you and I were even an item. They are not in my life anymore. I cut ties with them.”

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Eros scratches his hair frustratedly "You talk too much for a witch Hermione, do you know that? Well, to answer your question. It is a yes, you should expect that. I am someone with extreme desires and needs that cannot be satisfied by just one person. Hermione to be honest, you will not do. ...Besides I am only doing this because your dad saved my mom and I. If not for him, I wouldn't be here.