Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Snape Goes Too Far

Rose unconsciously kept on stepping back while he kept on stepping forward. "I-I-I-It's just I think she can make you happy and you both will be really happy together. She's really a nice girl and ahh." She yelped loudly when her back hit the wall and Harry slammed his free hand on the wall beside her head. "You want your husband to fucking marry another woman. Are you nuts?" He rasped right on her face making her press her head against the wall in anticipation. "I considered that little girl as my sister. I have never in million years looked at her in that way. You have lost your fucking mind!" Harry spit those words right on her face as he leaned impossibly close letting the tip of their n

with a pleading voice, and noticing every reaction he provoked in her body, Harry ended up whispering her first name twice. Of course, it didn't take him long to realize what he had done, and he knew very well that he had broken the same rule for the second time. However, instead of ignoring it and hoping that she would do the same, he decided to repeat the behavior a few times and even pushed the limits, using the affectionate "nickname" she called him and the first-person possessive pronoun in some sentences. As he had disobeyed only once before, and had only experienced a type of punishment that was probably one of the mildest, he saw the slip as a good opportunity to try to get her to pu

I wasn't sure what I expected when I suggested a movie night. Having Hollyn sit on the floor barely two feet away from the TV wasn't how I'd envisioned the night progressing, that was for damn sure. But her astonishment when I'd turned the movie on had curbed any desire I had to quash the joy lighting up her face. What the fuck are we going to do? I asked my brothers as Harry visited Diagon Alley for the first time on the screen. We need some straight fucking answers, Thane said. His mental voice was tight and hard. We can't keep her locked up in here, no matter how much each of us seems to want that.

I wasn’t worried about Stefano or school or any of it. Sean admitted to me that he wasn’t too familiar with Harry Potter, but knew enough about it to recognize the font and the snitch on my shirt. That led to me practically jumping over the desk and right onto his lap. “How have you not seen Harry Potter?! We are fixing this shit right now.” I parked my ass on top of his firm thighs and opened the Internet browser on his laptop. One of his hands slid between my thighs. Not probing or wandering, but possessively gripping the inside of my right thigh.

Aria fires from the side, wicked gleam in her eye. “I did not cry,” I snap, indignant. I peek sheepishly-embarrassed at Noah. “You did that weird hiccup thing,” she counters, and she’s laughing so hard her whole body shakes. I look at her in awe and realize … she’s my new shiny truck. The best things in life money can’t buy. “Those were emotion-suppressed hiccups. Totally different,” I murmur, voice rough and ragged with emotion. “And everyone cries when Snape dies. Except maybe Jackson. That bastard’s heart is bulletproof.”

I moved to a distant city where nobody knew my story. But before I left, I wrote a letter I would never send: "Dorian, You don’t remember me. And that’s good. I was the witch who enchanted you, the girl who confused love with possession, the woman who almost destroyed you. The blood spell binds us, but the forgetting spell freed you. Now, only I carry the weight of what we did. I promise I will study. I will find a way to break the spell completely. I will give you the freedom you deserve.

I arched into his touch, craving more. "Such an eager little slut," Snape murmured against my lips, tweaking my nipple through my robes. "So desperate for my touch. Tell me what you want, Hermione." "I want you to fuck me," I whimpered, rubbing my aching core against the hard bulge in his trousers. "I need you inside me, Professor. Please." Snape growled and ripped open my robes, sending buttons flying everywhere. He tore away my lacy bra, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised darkly.

"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.