Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Afraid Of Touch Snape Novels & Stories

“I was just joking.” “Sometimes I doubt if you’re genuinely nice at all because you’re usually so smug.” I tell. He laughs under his throat, “I am… a good mix of both.” Harry stares at me deeply, “I’m not going to touch you without asking your permission.” I squint my eyes at him, “So you’re saying that you actually believe that I will allow you to touch me the way you want to?” Harry shows me his dimpled and deadly mischievous smirk. “I have my hopes up.”

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

Something about seeing him this way seemed dangerous. He pulled apart a moment to look into my face, and he moved a stray hair out of my eyes. The electricity coming from his touch started to feel like too much, it started to hurt. It sparked something in me. “No,” I said, shoving him off. His eyes flared and he put a hand back on my shoulder, “Don’t shove me.” His voice reminded me of a snake, the hissed warning laced his words. A threat. No. I wiggled out of his grasp which only seemed to make him madder.

Harry whispered to Ace, thinking i could not hear them. "Nope, nothing." Ace replied, staring at me. Deciding to play with him a little, I licked the spoon then my lips which made him clench his jaw and fists. I smiled in victory knowing the effect i had on him. I almost forgot about Zayn and Harry until Harry spoke. "Soo-," he stared at me, "You wouldn't mind if I have a little fun with her right?" He smirked as i gave him a death glare. I was about to say something but Ace beat me to it. "Touch her and i will feed you your fucking dick."

Harry's fingers tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. "Answer me!" he growled. "Do you really know how to talk?" I frantically nodded my head, my eyes welling up with tears. I knew that one wrong move could seal my fate. "Speak!" Harry's voice was low and menacing, his grip on my arm tightening like a vice. "I want to hear that voice again." I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I begged, "Please, please, I can speak. Don't do anything to me." My eyes were fixed on Harry's, pleading for mercy.

He shifted his weight, glancing toward a folded towel on the desk chair like he was finally going to cover himself. My mouth moved before my brain caught up. “Wait. Can I… touch it?” The words tumbled out soft, breathless, almost curious instead of horrified. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. He stopped, his hand hovering near the towel. His gaze snapped back to mine, sharp and searching. I swallowed hard, cheeks burning so hot I thought I might actually catch fire. “I just… I heard somewhere that if you touch it, it… does this thing. Like magic or something. I wanted to see if it’s true.”

Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him. “You think you can expel her?” Harry said slowly. “Touch her, and you will regret it. You have no idea who you’re threatening.” His words felt like a blade slicing the silence. Whispers from the students were all over the hall. Fear mixed with awe. “Harry,” Headmistress Morwen hissed, her voice filled with anger. “You dare threaten me in my own academy?” He smiled, calm and unshaken. “I don’t threaten. I promise.”

I caught Hazel looking at me lustfully and she blushed when I looked at her. "You want to run your hands over it?"I asked teasingly and pulled her close to me and covered ourselves with the warm blankets. She giggled and laid her head on my chest and I pulled her close to me. Hazel responded by wrapping her hand around my torso as though she was afraid that I would disappear into thin air and I smiled. I closed my eyes and a deep sigh escaped my lips.I couldn't believe that I had just done what my mother warned me against. ______

He cradles his face in his palms as he looks downward. I don't know when I'm reaching towards him to help him, but as soon as I touch him, he pushes my hand away as if my touch burns him. "Don't touch me right now, Isla. Please, just don't fucking touch me." He's not trying to be rude or mean; he just sincerely doesn't want me to touch him because he's afraid. "Harry," I'm saying, standing up and walking over to his side of the table, ignoring all the warning bells in my head as I do. "We'll figure this out, I promise." I say, and he looks up at me with doubt in his features.

In the next second, his line of sight was blocked—Sienna had covered his eyes with her soft palms. Harry could not see anything, but his senses were infinitely magnified at this moment. Just as he was slightly stunned, he felt a touch of coldness on his lips. Sienna touched his lips with hers tentatively. Perhaps it was because the touch was not bad, she then bit it gently. As his brain buzzed, his sanity crumbled in a second. The blue veins on Harry’s arms instantly protruded. He originally thought that he was extremely restrained, but he did not expect to be so easily defeated by her gentle kiss!