Fanfiction Harry Hermione Novels & Stories

“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—”

After all, you’re a fucking whore who made a move on that new man," she said. “I swore that he wouldn’t be able to get much closer to you—” I stutteringly asked, feeling exhausted and repelled by the situation, “Hermione, I have no idea what drives you to act in this manner, and I don’t even do something—” She yelled, “You don’t want to? I know you drugged Blake so you could have sex with him because you’re that whore, and you had already tried to seduce him when you knew that we were in love before you were arranged to be together!” the words of which caused me to become speechless and I can’t go jabber.

he leaned on the table, resting his elbows on it. "Y-yes, I'm good with... hands," I stammered. His gaze made me nervous. Ugh. He raised an eyebrow. "I mean," I cleared my throat, "with computers, I do all sorts of reports and... That," I swallowed hard. Why on earth did I say I was good with my hands? He could have misunderstood. "That's exactly what we're looking for. But tell me, Hermione, do you study? Are you a housewife? Do you have a partner?"

"But you had babies with my mom ,you could go meet her and tell her that you want babies ``she whispered angrily . I took two steps closer to her standing right in front of her . "I never had babies with you Dora and just so you don't know we never got married ,and even though that marriage was fake ,I never touched ,we never had sexual intercourse not to talk to kissing her ,am not that stupid does ,but regardless I will love to have a lot of babies with you if you don't mind "I whispered sending chili's to her spine ,I knew what I was doing . "Harry, stay away from me ,your security is watching . "They are free to do so after all you are my woman so "

Fiona said as she rubbed her huge **** against Harry’s body. In disgust, Harry took a step back in surprise. And Fiona took the opportunity to enter the room. The next second, she closed the door behind her. As she took off her coat and toasted to the couch, Fiona said to Harry in a flirtatious tone, “We can keep doing the things we don’t finish last time. What do you think?” Charlotte and Eliana, who were secretly watching them on the balcony, were taken aback. Neither of them expected Fiona to be wearing a sexy black lingerie.

She instructed, smiling as tears dropped from her eyes. "But...I can't leave.." "Just go!" She growled and Harry stood up, tears falling from his eyes as he stared at the only woman he's ever loved, the main reason why he never got married. He bit his lips, biting back tears that threatened to fall. Austin noticed his uncle looked sad and fierce when he fought several demons. All Harry could hear was Fiona's frail voice it fueled his anger as his claws sprouted out and he clawed several demons, his eyes clouded with tears.

The redhead took a seat in one of the high chairs at the bar and grinned brightly as Aiyana placed a bowl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with vermicelli candies of all colors in front of him. "Thanks for remembering," he said warmly to the girl in front of him. Since childhood, Harry had hoped with all his heart that Aiyana would be his Mate. He took each of her attentions to him as a sign of affection his soul mate might have had for him. _ Don't be ridiculous," Harry's wolf growled. The animal part of him liked the girl, who was a year younger than them, but he doubted that things were that simple. After all, it was extremely rare for soul mates to be close to each other.

{Diane} I arranged my books into my bag quickly, controlling myself from bursting out at Harry, and if his hot girlfriend says anything vexatious to support him, I'm gonna snap at her too. What exactly am I to someone like Harry Michaelson? Am I just a fucking game to him because this whole relationship thing was built with a full plan, everything we show the world is staged. We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry?