Harry Potter Fanfiction Daphne Has A Crush On Harry Novels & Stories

His possessiveness was suffocating, and Elies had no idea how to escape it. Her latest encounter with Damien had left her jittery. The whispered “You’re mine” from earlier that morning replayed in her head, and she could still feel the way his eyes bore into her as she hurried away. She tried her best to focus on her classes, but every time she thought she was safe, Damien’s shadow loomed again. It was during lunch when the situation escalated. Elies had decided to sit at a quieter table near the windows, hoping to avoid unnecessary drama. She’d barely unpacked her lunch when Chris, the boy she’d originally had a crush on, approached with his usual friendly smile.

Seraphina blushed and shook her head, “Please can you cover that up?” “What do you mean by that?” Achilles asked her sarcastically. She waved her hand up and down at him, “All of that, all of you, cover it up before I summon flowers to cover you.” Achilles laughed at her and tied the robe, “Trust me to be fated to a Dhampir,” he shook his head. Seraphina took a sip of her coffee and grimaced, “And trust me to be fated to a simple Prince who can’t even master a coffee,” she teased him.

In Rambridge's high school During break, Harry was at the school's cafeteria eating his packed lunch when he caught sight of Annabelle, the prettiest girl in high school. His eyes shone and his lips widened into a smile which soon faded as he watched Kiran walk up to her and snake his hands around her waist Harry had long had a crush on Annabelle ever since he was in 10th grade, but he had no courage to confess his feelings to her. Especially when she had a swarm of admirers around her. He was neither rich nor handsome, he felt he was no match for such a lady

Once I am satisfied, I climb on top of her kissing my way up her body. “Hmmm good morning love.” I cannot help but tease her as I lean down to kiss her lips. Her cheeks are stained pink, but I know that she enjoyed waking up this morning. Daphne slips her tongue in my mouth as I am kissing her, and I love her boldness. It is hard to imagine that my mate was once a slave. I roll off her and lay beside her on my back. “My turn.” Daphne surprises me by getting on her knees and straddling me. She bends down and kisses me passionately.

His face didn’t look beat up anymore; the bleeding from his nose hadn’t returned. “I, um…” Matt’s face turned slightly red and he cleared his throat, looking far more embarrassed than I had ever seen him. “I don’t know how to say this, but… I kind of… Sort of… Have a bit of a crush on Daphne?” My eyes widened and I leaned forward. “You? A crush?” I whispered. “Are you gonna do anything about it?” Matt paused for a moment before he finally shook his head, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you. You’re kind of… a genius when it comes to love.”

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

Daphne He smiled. “We could start with a kiss... to ease the pain.” My pulse raced as our lips met, soft at first, then hungry. He cupped my neck with his good hand, pulling me deeper. It was wrong but thrilling, everything I shouldn’t want. “God, Daphne,” he groaned against my mouth. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I broke the kiss, breathless. “We have to stop.”

Daphne After that first, violent collision of our lips, Chris pulled back abruptly. His hands slid from my waist to my shoulders, shoving me back just far enough to let his dark, predatory stare rake over my body. "You look..." His voice broke into a low rumble of disbelief. "You look incredible in this, Daphne."

She spun on her heel and hurried away, her footsteps tapping the floor. Daphne dropped to her knees immediately. She hoped that if she looked busy enough with the apples, everyone would stop staring. No such luck. A pair of expensive, shiny leather boots appeared right in her line of sight, stopping beside one of the apples. To her absolute horror, her stomach sank when Griffith crouched down and picked it up, placing it gently into her basket. Daphne wanted to grab the remaining apples and run as fast as her legs could manage, but she kept to moving gracefully.

“Master has given the word. If Kaze Lee doesn’t show up during lunch, we can have fun with this girl. Think about it, playing with the future wife of Kingston Hacks, hehe…” “I can’t wait! I hope Kaze Lee doesn’t show up at all! Look at her, she’s gorgeous! I bet she’s tight!” Daphne’s face turned pale when she heard them. As the time approached lunch hour, the fear and despair in her grew. While basking in despair, time ticked slower than usual, which felt tormenting for Daphne. Finally, the time was up. “How unfortunate. You two are not interested in women, or I could have given the girl to you.”