Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Hermione's Master

he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Your tone suggests otherwise." "You'll just have to wait and see," he stated smugly. Hermione shook her head, returning her attention to the dishes. She reached for a particularly slippery glass, but her fingers lost their grip. It slipped from her hands, and she lunged forward to catch it — but her wet foot slid on the tiled floor. "Whoa—"

Here was a lady, looking like she'd be in her fifties. “The Werewolf Master says, well done, he'll discuss it with the other Masters. I am the Master of Magic and Wizardry, don't ever make the mistake of calling me mistress, but let's forget about that, Now, you have to please me. Men!” The lady said calmly and all of a sudden, from each direction, men pounced on us, holding us down.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

"That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!" "That is also an Oath of Truth." "What significance is that supposed to have?" "The blade was a gift to me, enchanted by the same wizard who enhanced my voice. If I break my Oath, it will pierce my heart." "And if I refuse to take you on?" "Then I am bound to follow and do all I can from the shadows." She said, but her voice was not as strong as it had been until now and she hoped he did not call her bluff. If he refused at this point, they all might be dead by morning.

Before Rachel could react, the door of the study was closed. She stood there and looked down at the high heels on her feet. "What did he mean? Was he caring about me?" But it seemed to be something else. Rachel stepped forward and wanted to knock on the door, but Olena stood in front of her and said, "Young master told you to leave." Rachel had always known that Olena didn't like her. No matter how hard she tried to please her, it didn't work out well. Olena was not an ordinary servant. She was the one who took care of Harry since he was a child.

The emotional connection I need from her to make that moment truly indelible hasn't occurred yet. "I am prepared," she argues, her voice firm. "I want you, Aiden. I've never felt this way about another man. You're the only one who's gotten this close." A knowing smile curves my lips. "What do you do to other men?" I ask, amusement rumbling in my chest as I press against hers. "Kick them in the shin if they make a move?" She slices me with a cold glare, and I get the answer. Hermione is a master at weaving menacing glares, effective at keeping admirers at bay. I kiss the scowl off her face, and she goes pliant in my arms.

"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.

She stared at Harry and noticed he was begining to think through what she had said. "You must really think I am stupid, Dight?" Harry bursted out all of a sudden. Debby wondered why Harry couldn't believe. He would never really believe her. "I have always already you to be my mistress. The only reason why I want you to be my mistress is so I can have unlimited ways to make you experience hell here on earth. My hatred for you just kept increasing day after day. Woman, I hate you with mansion," he spoke powerfully. "Prior to this, I was giving you the choice of choosing whether to be my mistress or not, I am not begging you woman, I am ordering you now. You must become my mistress. That's the

When lady Hannah came she told me she would tell the master that I should be his personal chef, I begged her not to but she laughed it off,does she wish for my death . My only duty now was to serve the master which I sincerely dislike,but I have no choice since he is the master. We have to follow his orders or get punished because you refused. Sometimes I feel like putting more pepper into his food so that I would be called a bad cook,and he will find someone else but that would get me punished and I certainly don't want that. I prepared lunch for him and took it to his room.I greeted Fred who was at the door and he smiled at me. I find it strange when he does that he actually likes me as th

Mistress Hawthorne. I found a little slave falling in love with her master, which is not allowed in the castle. Mera is always distracted in class. Her hands are cupped around her face, and she looks out the window and smiles, like a little girl in love. After my careful observation, I was pretty sure she liked her master. I had told her in all seriousness that a slave could not fall in love with her master, but apparently she didn't take my warning seriously. She was not a good girl, but a bad one.