Good Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go?

Her smile faded instantly and the shock replaced it. Good. She realized I wasn't that push over sister she knew. Then, I turned and walked away before she could respond. Harry POV I kept my head down as I walked back toward the staff quarters. The house felt different today, the air was different. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered without checking the ID. “Hello?” “Harry.” My blood went cold as the voice came in. “Yes… sir?” I said. “You’re getting sloppy,” the voice said calmly, too calmly. “Letting Charlotte get too close. I hate carelessness.”

People glance at us and start to whisper. I proved that Tyler was really the popular one compared to Blake. Blake put things in the cart as he began his sermon. I avoided his glance and I heard someone says between the lines of 'boyfriend'. "Harriet has a boyfriend, that's why she hasn't returned home for long. I bet they're living in the same house." Blake captured my gaze and grimaced at me. "You're not listening." "I am listening." I stomped my feet. The words he said went through my head like a one-way ticket to the airport.

I still need to know how Weirder things ends. “You watch Weirder things?” Harry's eyes fly open as he hands me a helmet. “It’s only the best show ever! I have to beg Maverick to sit through it with me. He doesn't appreciate it as much as I do.” I sighed. “Yeah…he seems to not be in the habit of appreciating the best things.” I keep quiet because I have nothing to say to that. “Hop on and hang on tight Princess” ****** The drive to the frat house takes like ten minutes. The breeze

It sent a rush of warmth through my entire being. His lips were gentle yet demanding. I moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue delve in, tasting and sucking my lower lip like a hungry beast. Desire inside me ignited like a long-lost flame. It’s okay. This is just a dream. As our kiss deepened, I lost myself in the sweet, illicit fantasy, momentarily forgetting the complicated reality between us. “Harper,” he groaned like an injured wolf, biting my lip, and the pain jolted me awake. The pain was real.

Through the layer of black pants, it stood up and poked her in the middle of her butt, making her startled. Harry looked at the girl in his arms who was so excited that she couldn't speak. He sucked on her earlobe, breathed into her, making her feel itchy, and whispered, "Are you already horny? When you're with him, have you ever thought about this?" She curled her hands into small fists, tears welling up in her eyes at his teasing, “Harry Handerson. It turns out you never believed me from beginning to end.” He suddenly let her go and let her lean against the steering wheel, panting. Her eyes looking at him were filled with resentment, but he didn't care. His calm expression was still trying

–and he had never felt so cold, so alone when she turned away without so much as another glance and left him choking and breathless… quite literally. “It... happened.” His friends immediately stopped their inane bickering, simultaneously turning to look at him. They knew immediately what he spoke of. Harry looked torn, a strange mix of proud and incredulous while Sean just looked plain horrified. How long had everyone in their pack been waiting for this moment? “Wait. Wait a minute. You mean miss gloom and doom back there?” Harry suddenly asked, laughing as he stood up, spreading his arms widely with a shit-eating grin, “Congrats, man! It's a match made in heaven!”

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."