Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Collapses In Snape Arms นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

A brutal, sickening snap echoed through the silent, cavernous hall as the immense shadow pressure utterly crushed the radius and ulna bones in his arm. "Ugh! Ahhh!" Richard shrieked, a high-pitched, pathetic wail of agony ripping from his throat. The force of the spell yanked him entirely out of his grand chair, sending him collapsing onto his knees on the stone steps of the dais. He clutched his ruined, bleeding wrist tightly against his chest, his face instantly slick with a cold sweat as he wept in the dirt and blood of his own fallen vanguards. I walked slowly up the final three steps of the obsidian dais. I waited for the rush of emotion. I waited to feel the burning rage, the satisfact

I moaned. Draco stood a few feet away, leaning against his desk, his posture infuriatingly relaxed. He checked his watch as if he were waiting for a train, his eyes flicking up to mine only to watch me suffer. "Please," I panted, my voice cracking under the strain. I was sprawled across the mahogany, my legs shaking, my heels digging into the wood. "Draco, I can’t… I can’t take anymore. Make it stop." He tilted his head, his silver eyes cold and calculating. "Make it stop? But we’ve barely begun, Selena. You’re shivering like a leaf. Is it too much for you?"

I will deal with him later when this is all over The sight of Harry stiff on the ground nearly makes me laugh. The big fool had eaten peanuts - his one deadly weakness. What has come over him? This is one reason I have to be careful and strategic about my planning- Harry is actually acting abnormal. As I look at him, I fight a smirk almost dancing at the corner of my lips. I cannot show my true reaction, Instead, I forced my face to crumble in tears "Harry!" I scream, rushing to his side like I care. "Someone call an ambulance! Please, help him!"

Right now, I want to be with people who will love me and comfort me during this phase in my life. "Here we go!" Harry's words washed over me like a cold tide. I felt him pull me with himself into the portal where we tore through the liquid glass. The blue flames then engulfed us as we began a painful descent into darkness. The force of gravity was too much. I felt Harry holding onto me tight as he screamed something near my ear. However, a pang of pain shot up my left leg before everything went dark. Tbc...

(Third Person's POV.) Severus was really mad at Hirre when he knew that Hirre stubbornly followed his armies on their way to the Western pack. At that moment, Hirre could not understand why she suddenly felt strange toward herself after her fight against the hooligans. Her vision suddenly turned blurry and the surrounding looked like rotating. She slapped her forehead but her face seemed numb. After a while, she could not hear anything around her and even Severus's appearance become empty in her eyes. And she lost her balance to stand and the only thing she knew after was Severus caught her before she fell on the ground.

His eyes are hooded and when he lifts his hand to touch me, it shakes. I open my mouth to say something — words of apology — when the hand he lifted drops with a jerk. I let out a gasp as I see more blood come out of his nostrils. He puts his knuckles under his nose and observes the blood. Then his eyes find mine. "Xaveir..." I reach out to him. "Harley...I..." Before he can continue, his knees give out, his eyes shut themselves, and he collapses to the floor while spurting blood out of his mouth.

A memory of the day I fell into his lap while watching Harry Potter floated to the top of my mind. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smirked, “Do you remember the time I fell into your lap at the Moon Shadow pack house?” “Of course, we were watching a Harry Potter marathon with a bunch of people and you tried to escape me, but instead you fell right into my lap. Literally knocked the sense out of me, I was just glad you didn’t feel how turned on I was.” Jasper grimaced. “Really? You were so mean to me back then.” I pouted, looking away from his face.

“Come on let’s get this done.” With a pout, Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Saint’s waist and pulled him down into his lap. “No,” he said with a whine. The brunet buried his face in the other boy’s neck and held on to him tightly. Knowing full well that Harry wasn’t going to release him until he was satisfied, Saint just leaned back into him with his head on his shoulder and closed eyes.

Harry was now sprawled on his back. His arms stretched out crosswise to his sides. His nose was bleeding from the kick he'd received in the face, and he had to cough to get rid of the blood filling his throat. The young redhead let out a pained groan as Alpha Black lifted him by the hair. Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly.