Harry Potter Fic Novels & Stories

{Diane} I arranged my books into my bag quickly, controlling myself from bursting out at Harry, and if his hot girlfriend says anything vexatious to support him, I'm gonna snap at her too. What exactly am I to someone like Harry Michaelson? Am I just a fucking game to him because this whole relationship thing was built with a full plan, everything we show the world is staged. We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry?

Andreas asked. "Anything as long as it is not horror. "She said seriously. Andreas laughed but not compiled. He started the Harry Potter series. He looked at the girl and saw how her face light up. God, His Wife, is genuinely breathtaking. Andreas could still feel Lia's lips on his. They surpassed every fantasy he ever had. But they would look much better wrapped around his-stop! What's wrong with you, Andreas smith!

Harry sighed but continued to boil Sarra's brew. "Why not fried?" protested Sarra. "Boiled is healthier," Harry answered. "You're pretty well trained, is cooking your hobby?" "Not really, it's just that I don't like to bother other people when I want to eat home cooked food." "The woman who becomes your wife must be lucky to be cooked by you," said Sarra, keeping her eye on Harry. Harry stopped his movements. "That woman is you!" whispered Harry. "Really? Isn't Angela your future wife?" Sarra reminded Harry of his current status as another woman's fiancé.

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

"Good morning, Harry! How are you feeling? Do you need me to work on you?" Harry smiled a devilish grin. "Yes, I do, after I have my coffee, sweetheart." This girl was unbelievable. He realized that she would probably have sex with him throughout each and every day if she could. Harry couldn't wait to get things started with her. Harry's original plan actually paled in comparison to his current reality. He had no idea at the time how hooked on his big, black, dick Tracy would become. He had heard of such a thing, but never actually experienced it. He recalls one of his friends some time ago talking about some women being "freaks for big dick." His friend said such women were somewhat rare, a

Sirius said, his voice a low purr. "I want you to fuck me," Harry gasped, his hips bucking up against Sirius's. "I want you to make me yours." Sirius groaned, his cock throbbing at Harry's words. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, slicking up his fingers before pressing one against Harry's tight hole. Harry whimpered as Sirius's finger breached him, his body clenching around the intrusion. Sirius worked him open slowly, adding a second and then a third finger, scissoring them to stretch Harry's tight hole.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

His Dirty Milf Intro- Harry is just a 19 year old boy who is home alone while his parent are out of town, instead of spending his parent free time to throw silly parties he's spends his time ogling his new neighbor who just moved in. A woman who's way older than him and he indeed had an affinity with women who were older than him. Harry's P.O.V. Harry had been over the moon when his parents had said that they were going away for a few days and that he’d be left alone to look after the house. Finally, he thought to himself, He had the whole space to have his friends over and masturbate with his dirty magazines.

Harry frowned, "I still don't get you, Scarlet. Are you trying to tell me I'm truly the one responsible for your pregnancy?" "Y-yes, Harry." Scarlet frantically nodded her head to him. Then she desperately said, “Don't you remember the night at the clubhouse when you forced yourself on me?" All widened eyes fell on Harry, did he do that to her? “Are you stupid?” Harry was ticked off. “I don't even remember anything, girl. To be honest, you are accusing the wrong person," Scarlet's heart cracked into pieces and more tears flooded down her eyes like a river, she was feeling light-headed to the extent she felt her entire body losing its will to keep her stable.

But then again, her thoughts about Harry doing it by choice were still considered. “I saw his mistress making out with other men. You heard me right, I said ‘men’, not just one but more,” Margot blurted out, still keeping her eyes on the vase. “I thought it would be nice if they quarreled. Harry doesn’t want to share what he has, and I knew he wasn’t happy at all after knowing that his mistress was messing around with other guys,” she continued and swallowed a lump in her throat.