Fantastic Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

“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—”

Andreas asked. "Anything as long as it is not horror. "She said seriously. Andreas laughed but not compiled. He started the Harry Potter series. He looked at the girl and saw how her face light up. God, His Wife, is genuinely breathtaking. Andreas could still feel Lia's lips on his. They surpassed every fantasy he ever had. But they would look much better wrapped around his-stop! What's wrong with you, Andreas smith!

Is this a dream. Then the fireworks show ended so did our kiss... Henry looked away with his red blushing face, "I'll take you back... to your room..." I stuttered still unable to process everything, "Oh.. y-yeah..." Is this all... true? Is this really happening? At long last? I wonder, can you feel this magic in the air, it must've been the way you kissed me...Fell in love when I saw you standing there from our very first meeting... it must've been the way...today was a fairytale...

Then: "They want to see if you're real. If the prophecy is real. If the half-blood who chose love over fear can do what none have done before." I looked at the forest, at the darkness beyond, at something I couldn't see. "And if I can't?" He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me, his face buried in my hair. "Then we find another way. We always find another way." --- The celebration began at dusk.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

"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.

she said as nicely as she could, "I'm married. I'm just trying to have lunch with my friend." Jerrod studied her face for a long second. "I was hoping we could join you. No one would have to tell your husband." Emma shook her head. "No, but thanks anyway." He pulled back, anger flashing momentarily in his eyes. But then he smiled, looking her up and down once more before slowly nodding. "Your loss," he said under his breath. He stood. "Come on, Harry. The ladies don't want company." Harry seemed reluctant to stand, almost as reluctant as Jen appeared to let him go. She held his hand until he stepped back, moving too far for their fingers to reach. She grunted as she watched him walk away.

“I like too much to respect the rules Diane, now then, you can ask me what you told me a moment ago, when I am eating, I concentrate on enjoying the flavors that food provides us, it is the best way to nourish us, dedicating ourselves to what we have to do, eating” “Very square and nice everything you say, even nutritious, but I don't care if the food you give me nourishes me, you see I'm tired of eating pancakes, the question is, will you make me the advance? Yes, or no?!” she stands in front of him putting her hands on the dining room, looking at him defiantly, Harry can only get lost in the opening of her cleavage, he is hallucinating when he realizes she is not wearing a bra, he can bare

Harry whispered in a husky voice, “You are so tight, honey. Aren't you crazy about wanting me now? “You are bullying me…” Emma's tears fell down her blushing face, “Do you believe I will hate you?” Harry's heart suddenly tightened. Thinking of the scene of Charles holding her in his arms this afternoon, he continued to thrust himself inside her frantically, making her moan continuously. Tonight would definitely be a night of both passion and torment. She didn't like him anyway, it didn't matter if she hated him anymore.