Harry Potter Fanfic Slash Novels & Stories

She also thought less and less of helping Harry with his circulation and more and more about being his sexual possession. "Why don't you put your clothes back on and we can go swim for a bit." Harry suggested. Tracy slid her white booty shorts back on and pulled the ridiculously thin orange top on and helped Harry up. "I like that style on you, Tracy. I want to see you dressed like that all the time. Like my personal slut. Understand?" Harry looked her up and down and licked his lips. Tracy almost came again after hearing Harry's demanding voice and for the first time calling her his "slut." She smiled as he reached out for her breasts and gently twisted her sensitive nipples covered in the

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

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!” “You mean hell,” Sean snapped, worriedly glancing where Alastor's mate is last spotted, looking like he expected her to pop back into existence. Alastor wished she did. “I'm so proud of you, buddy!” Harry was saying, slapping him on the back, “Come on, man, give big old, Uncle Harry a hug–OUCH!” “You fucking idiot!” Sean yelled, snatching his hand away after slapping Harry across the head, “Don't you recognize the way she fought?”

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

Harry smirked, “You know what’s worse? They say he’s gay and infertile. I couldn’t let your sister get married like that.” Filled with rage, I couldn’t let myself be dragged down like that. I opened the cake I was holding and slammed it to Harry’s face. I shoved the chocolates down his throat and kicked Harry’s balls and he groaned in pain. I pulled my sister’s hair and she yelped in pain.

Alice POV Harry collapses next to me and I can’t help but to close my eyes while he looks at me. When I open them he is looking directly at me, into my soul. I am still breathing erratically trying to catch my breath. Harry was brutal today. I understand his needs and most of the times I actually enjoy his sexual preferences. I never thought I would. But this time my body is aching. I cried during his penetration but I can’t lie, it was very pleasing in a weird kinky way. The pain he made me feel at the exact same time he gave me extreme pleasure made my walls collapse around him and give in. My body is his to do as he pleases and if this is what he wants from me I will happily give it to hi

He frowns as if trying to figure it out. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Can I hold your hand?” He repeats his question. He might not know why he’s feeling bothered but it seems pretty obvious to me. Harry is an Incubus and like most Incubi he is a pretty physically affectionate person. But since he’s been so focussed on me, and I’ve been keeping him at a distance for the most part, he’s probably a bit touch starved. Still, I don’t think I can do it. There’s been entirely too much touching lately and I still don’t feel like I’ve totally shaken off his magic from earlier. I mean I can feel it pretty much every time he’s around me, but it’s so much more powerful when he’s touching me. I don’t want

His breathing has gotten heavy, after his hand slid up under my dress and found my surprise. I rub against his hand, gasping as my head is spinning. "Yes ... I have been naughty, very bad". "What if someone had found out ? That tight little pussy of yours is mine and only mine. I might have to punish you". He suddenly slaps me quite hard, hitting my clitoris, almost making my legs buckle beneath me. We are both so caught up in one another, that we don't hear the door open and suddenly Harry's voice booms. "What the hell Byron ? Let her go right this instance".

"So you asked me out so you could try and kill Sonia, huh? I thought of you too kindly. This is indeed something Ms. Granger would do!" "What are you talking about?" Dior's brows were raised at Harry's remarks, and she gazed at him in confusion. What did he mean by her trying to murder Sonia? Slap! Harry, in his wrath, smacked Dior right across her face when he saw her seemingly acting confused. "I wish we never met!" Harry thus turned and left furiously. Before, he even felt guilty for using her, but this was no reason for her to hurt Sonia! Dior staggered a few steps back due to the slap, and a red handprint was left in its wake. Her cheek felt like it was burning, and her head was buzzing

We collapsed onto the bed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. For the rest of the night and into the early hours of dawn, we explored each other's bodies thoroughly, missionary, doggy style, him tying me to the bed posts and driving into me with abandon. We came again and again until we were too exhausted to move. As the sun began to rise outside, Snape pulled me close and kissed me softly. "This changes nothing," he murmured against my lips. "You're still a Gryffindor brat." "And you're still a Slytherin prick," I teased back with a smile.