Harry Potter Fanfiction Possessive Fleur の小説・ストーリー

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.

There and then, she knew that a new bond had been formed. •• For non-potterheads, Fluffy is a three-headed dog that guards the trap door leading to the sorcerer's stone. And if you've only watched the movies and haven't either of the books, WYD?🙄😒 If you have neither read nor watched the HP Movies, we can't be friends 😒 Anyway, back to the new ship 😈 Musnoor, Limnoor, Limhud? 😂 Tables are about to be shooked, 😈 who's ready?

“If it’s another dead animal, I’m lighting you on fire.” “Lesson learned,” I muttered, then revealed the flower. A single flamepetal, its orange-red glow still faintly pulsing. “Rare, sacred to witches, grows only during solstice droughts. I had to hike halfway up Blackthorn Hill to get it.” She blinked. “You brought me a flamepetal?” “Well,” I said. “I didn’t climb a hill for my health.” She crossed her arms. “So is this flirting or apologizing?” “Both,” I said without missing a beat.

As Rowland finishes the story, I turned my gaze to a patch of flowers in the garden and secretly used dark magic on it. Suddenly, one of the flowers begins to bloom, as if it was responding to the story Rowland just told. Rowland is astounded, and I subconsciously leaned into him.as we both watched the flower. The two of them stand there, looking at the flower in awe, and i couldn't shake off my feelings as I leaned into his body.

He snuggled his head in her crook before taking a deep sniff of her scent. "It's not the end Fiore." He mumbled followed by a gasp from Rose as he entered her again. And like that he took her as many times he wanted. In simple words, he put the claim on her of her ruination. My senses got indulged by the beauty that bewitched me. ________________________________________

"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.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Petal's POV – A Cage of Love and Lies “If I get to know that you shared this with your friend, I’ll make her vanish from college. She won’t even graduate. Do you want that, my flower?” His words were ice, cutting into the fragile parts of me that still hoped he might one day be gentle. He called me "my flower" with the same mouth that delivered threats. His voice was calm — disturbingly calm — and laced with a possessive edge that sent chills down my spine. I could barely breathe, every syllable tightening a noose around my throat.

‎ ‎Faye smiled gently at me, then looked at Ayesha. ‎ ‎“It’s alright, boy. You know she’s really offended at what you’re going through. She wishes she could make it better.” She turned back to me. “But only you can change your destiny. Only you can change your fate. Only you can stop what is happening to you.” ‎ ‎She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, elegant brooch — silver with a delicate blue stone in the center. She pinned it carefully to the inside of my jacket, close to my heart.

You are mine. Then she turned, her steps sharp and unyielding as she disappeared into the dark. The garden was silent again, but my chest still heaved as if I had ran miles. My hands were trembling, but I tried to hide it. Harry looked at me finally for a moment, I thought he might soften, or say something to reassure me, something to break the suffocating tension Headmistress Morwen had left behind. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave me a crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You see? She can’t touch me.”