Harry Potter Fanfiction Kreacher Likes Harry Novels & Stories

"What's the matter? Do you like to eat the pastries here? If so, I'll ask them to deliver one to your room daily.” "No." Deirdre replied, “It's for Kyran. He likes it.” “He likes it?” Declan sounded slightly surprised. “He told you that, or did you guess it yourself?” Deirdre heard that there was something in his words and asked tentatively, "What's wrong with it?" "Kyran can't eat sweets. He hates sweets the most, and he’d feel uncomfortable by their smell." As soon as Deirdre heard that, she was stunned. She put the fork on the plate, wanted to ask why Kyran had eaten them all yesterday but closed her mouth in the next second.

“I don't do love Charles, like you said so what else do you want me to do?" “I want you to stop using her that way. She's not a whore." Charles replied, sitting on the chair opposite Harry's. He picked up folder and began looking into it like Harry had wanted at first and that marked the end of the discussion. Harry was thinking about what Charles had just said. Honestly, he wasn't just using Chloe to satisfy his sexual needs, he felt an attraction towards her and the fact that he doesn't do love, made him confused as to what that attraction means. He had no intention of hurting anyone and he knew she also wanted it, if not she would have pushed him away the way she did the first time he had

, Kavinsky answered looking all mesmerized and frowned at the last sentence "Do you like this girl?", Harry asked after a long time. "What?! Like her? Of course not! I mean I would like her as a friend but not the lik- like you are talking about", he answered nervously "Yeah, right. No wonder you said you were tired at Vanessa", Harry replied and roll his eyes "No no, Vanessa is different", Kavinsky made sure to correct him "Vanessa just feel so, so childish to me", Kavinsky replied and lay his back on the chair.

I looked at Harry flatly, "Why did you come downstairs? This house doesn't accept guests who smell like you Harry. Uncle and Auntie will be looking for you later!" Harry smiled, Kirey seemed to be getting better again. " Damn it, you smell better than me Kirey. Don't you know what your drool smells like huh? I bet you just wiped it with a tissue in the bathroom. The smell is still on my hands!" Harry shuddered in horror. He was still imagining Kirey's drool in the library earlier. Harry still wanted to continue his taunts again, but suddenly he felt a slightly cold aura around him. Then Harry's gaze fell on Kirey, the girl stared at him flatly. It made Harry's hairs go up. Harry admitted tha

The snake of bitchy origin with a malicious grin turned to me and said in a pleased voice: “Now you, insignificant escha, will live here and you will not be able to leave this room until Oher himself wishes it, and he does not wish it, I will take care of it.” I, quite pleased with this alignment, smiled and with humility in my eyes answered: “Yes, I will only be glad if you save me from the attention of Dakhar!” I can't see him! I'm sick of him! I hate! And the only thing I want is his death! Keira, apparently not expecting such a reaction, looked at me with wide eyes.

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

"Now, go and get my breakfast ready, pet. And remember, you don't get to touch yourself without my permission. If you dare touch yourself, I would know and I'm gonna give you a punishment beyond your imagination." I nodded, trying to hold back my tears, I stood up on shaky legs, my body aching with need. I walked to the door, casting one last glance at Draco and the blonde who had big ugly smiles on their faces. I sighed before leaving the room. "I hate you Draco and congratulations for taking Larry's first place in the book of HATE." I mumbled, using my hand to dab away the tears that threatened to fall.

And every time I say 'I love you' he looks like he wants to say it back, but he's trying really hard not to. "I want to go back to your penthouse," I mention as I look at Choky running after Harry and Dean on the sand in the main house, "The one time I was there I hated you, so I didn't snoop or looked around enough." Aiden laughs and grabs my hand for just a second before remembering he can't touch me here, not in front of Harry.

And I would never do something so criminal like creasing up the page. “Oh yeah?”Kyler’s lips twitched into a grin that said, ‘you little bitch“…from where I stood, it looked as though the book was reading you, than you reading it.” his voice dropped low as he suddenly leaned forward, placing both his hands on the arms of my chair. Now that he was all up in my space I could get a better whiff of that woodsy scent that was predominantly him. “Or were you just thinking about me?” he purred.

I craved another taste of the feeling I knew only he could provide. Kyler reached for my hand, his fingers weaving through mine, pulling me closer. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine. I sighed, a deep, longing breath. Pure lust was taking me over, every inch of my being screaming for his proximity. I felt as if I were being consumed by the intensity, as though I was devouring him with my gaze alone. Now, it's clear to me that he wants me. Not as a mere distraction, not as a fleeting amusement to pass the hours. He desires me, not superficially, but with a depth and sincerity that speaks of genuine affection and longing. He truly, deeply likes me.