Romans & histoires Harry Potter Fanfiction Dark Harry

She yelled and try to walk away but not so fast as Harry grabbed her. And it all happened once,he sent all the makeup kits on the table crushing and breaking on the floor, he placed her on the table and whirled her around so he could have her back, he lifted her gown to her waist level and came behind her. He tore her pant,he was so angry.. His animalistic urge had taken over him. "I will show you how a beast behaves" he whispered huskily into her ears making her shiver,his hand grabbed her face and crushed his lips with hers,all bethels pleas fell on deaf ears as Harry was already consumed with his dark past.

"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!"

The minutes seemed to stretch as he stood there ignoring the fact that they stopped talking and she stopped eating just watching the eyes of each other. Anna was speechless. She was not unaccustomed to lust. This, however, was on a different level. She flinched, feeling embarrassed. She could feel a weird heat rush through her face. She knew the orange juice was disgusting as she hated it since forever yet, she couldn't deny how sweet it tasted. Just how she couldn't deny the passion that burns her towards Harry. Something happened between them. It was like their trip to the dark forest has opened something sweet between them, like a misted veil had opened and both realized their chemistry w

"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.

Man, they were were as cold as ever, also hypnotizing as fuck. "Harry" His name dropped from my mouth in a whisper, and with the way he looked at me darkly, I just knew tonight was about to get insane. I'm gonna have to start drinking now.

He locked himself away in a dark room until a hooded figure appeared and offered him unlimited power. His love for her was so deep that he chose the dark path and became a Dark Sorcerer just so he could live long enough to protect her. The vision jumped to a hidden cottage in the middle of the woods. I saw my mother carrying a two-year-old baby girl. Me. At first, Mum hesitated because of how drastically Dorian had changed. I could feel it too—the handsome teenager had turned into a gaunt and gloomy adult. Mum noticed the mark of darkness on the back of Dorian’s hand, the mark every Dark Sorcerer possessed. While still carrying me, Mum unleashed her fire magic to attack Dorian.

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

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

Although… her eyes look insane right now so I don’t think she would even care, “Well, I need to get back out there. Knowing that Damon is going to sink soon has improved my mood. I know Harry is going to hate when everyone finds out the truth about the monster he created. This will absolutely destroy him. Then I can proceed to dump his ass and make sure he’s all alone like he deserves. Let’s see if all of those sluts he fucks can give him what I give him.” Oh, shit. She’s mad mad. I force a smile and nod, but when she leaves the bathroom, I decide to stay there a while longer and wash my face to relieve my hangover but also to ease my guilt. Harry isn’t a bad husband… well, I guess he is. He

Now, he is tangled in a mess that he wasn't even sure how he was going to break out from. . . The hallway was large, empty, and shady. The light there was a little dimmer than the one in the throne room. She didn't even know where he was pulling her to but ever since his skin came in contact with hers, everything became numb, plus her heart rate had become one with the beat of a bass drum and it felt so surreal. She felt like she was being pulled into a dream and struggling would only pull her deeper into it. Her body only followed the directions of his pull. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and couldn't feel, and she could only hear the beat of her heart in her ears.