Harry/hermione Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You haven't even spoken to him yet." "I don't even like Harry!" Heleni shouts. I walk closer to her bed. "That's not true Heleni, you've felt an attraction to Harry for a while now." She sits upright, wiping the smeared mascara from under her eyes. "And how would you know that?" "The teasing? The way he would get on your nerves for no reason?" I smile. " Have you ever met someone else that riles you up like that?" This makes her think and her mother sends me a grateful look. "But Harry has slept with everyone in Dark Moon!"

Harry answered confidently. "Wait..it's not Lyon who I want to fall for, it's his worthless wife Selene. I just want to humiliate her in front of everyone and especially Lyon." Avery interrupted. "Avery stop that nonsense that you only want to get Lyon from her." Stephen rolled his eyes. "I want them to fall and lose the pride of that Lyon Armstrong." Harry smirked, he was happy to see the two arguing in front of him. "Well, you give me an interesting topic about those Armstrong. It's not my habit to research a person's life or status, but I'm interested in getting to know that Lyon Armstrong better." he says.

Every emotion, every sensation is heightened now that we are reunited after a month apart. The air grows thick with the palpable spark of our chemistry, so much so that I can feel its weight upon my skin. Hermione eventually breaks free from her trance. She removes the fork from her mouth and sets it down. She runs her tongue over her full lip, finishes chewing, and washes it down with freshly squeezed orange juice. She delicately swipes her tongue over those luscious lips after she sets her half-emptied cup down. "I will attempt to behave myself now."

“You were at the auditorium weren't you? And the last time I checked even the fetus in this Great Fortress remembers Tau Upsilon Rex who addressed us all and told us of Jaylen's identity. You heifer!" Standing up in a hurry, Hermione made an attempt to pull a fast one at Ron but he was quick to move further away from her causing her to hit her arm against the hard wooden table. "Fuck!" Hermione cussed angrily as she stared at her wounded arm. "I am going to snuff life out of you, Ron! Just watch and see." She bickered. "Calm your nerves. Why are you always so hot headed?" Lorelei inquired. She looked tired.

Sienna suspiciously tasted it, and her face wrinkled up because of the sourness. It was intentional! “Here, Master Harry, you should eat it too.” Sienna retaliated by placing a slice of lemon on Harry’s plate. She did not expect that Harry would eat it in one bite, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest after eating it! It was a fresh lemon! Sienna’s eyes widened in surprise as she did not expect him to be so hard on himself!

I hold it to my mouth, keeping my eyes on him. A sharp smirk crosses his face. “Yeah, figured.” I bite into the strawberry on purpose, and watch his jaw tighten like he’s fighting a losing battle. I smile around it. “See? Stress relief.” He leans in closer, his hands brushing my scalp. “You’re gonna be the end of me, Hermione.” He leans in and bites into the strawberry I’m holding. We both chew it into each other’s mouths, exchanging fluids, and it's a slow, sweet rush.

“Hermione, that’s the most foolish remark I’ve ever heard you make—” “This feels incredibly strange. I don’t recognize this behavior from you. Why would you choose those hurtful words to lash out at me?” she interrupted me. A sudden realization dawned upon me that I possessed the power to inflict pain upon her with ease. As I lower my gaze, my eyes fixate on the ground beneath me. “Wow, I feel terrible, Hermione. The mere thought of you pondering that manner doesn’t sit well with me. You know that girl will never hold a candle to you in my heart. My love for you will never fade.”

"Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!" — Hermione Granger * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy Trying my best not to flush, or worse, blush, I cleared my throat nervously. "Your pen." I pointed at the blue pen laying on the ground between our chairs. "Oh," her eyes followed mine. We both leaned down to grab the pen at the same time, causing our heads to bump.

She was so focused on cutting the onion admisst the blinding tears that she didn't even notice Harry approaching her until she felt his warm body against her backside. “Wh-at are you.. doing?" She stuttered, feeling the hotness of her cheeks. It's obvious it's cherry red right now. “Let me show you how it's done." Harry whispered close to her neck. His hot breath against her delicate skin sent shivers down her spin, all the way to her toes. He began cutting the onion in that Position and Gemila was lust in her fantasy where he's placing hot kisses on her neck, giving her a hickey.

Harry did not heed the wolf's words, he had promised Manny, that they would decide after the mating games event took place. Harry was in front of Manny, his eyes fixed on the plump lips of the woman with loose and fragrant hair, she knew how to take care of herself. He could smell her hair lotion… oh or was that the smell of her shampoo, it was the Smells of lemon grass… very fresh and therapeutic.