Harry Potter Harem Fanfiction Dumbledore Bashing Romane & Geschichten

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

"You're a bitch, Minerva! You're the one who's behind this, aren't you? Why else would Harry treat me like this?" Harold slapped her as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "Who allowed you to speak to Minerva like that? You don't deserve to do that!" She cupped her red cheek, looking heartbroken. He turned to me, looking like he wanted me to praise him. "You've always hated Ivory, haven't you, Minerva? I've taught her a lesson on your behalf. I won't ever give her the chance to come near me anymore, so—"

Harry had a soft smile on his lips as he looked at his Peeta pack،The Alpha Lucian had warned him of this and told him that Galadriel would not leave him alone،So he was prepared for all these things already "“I am truly sorry, sir, but I believe that the person who has the right to determine whether I am the child’s father or not is his mother who is lying inside.” It was clear that Galadriel did not care about anything except starting a quarrel with the person standing in front of him. His anger and hatred towards Harry was so great that it could not be explained in words alone. "Do you think that bitch..." Harry approached him defiantly, looking at him with an angry look while clenching h

Don’t let them see the girl shivering beneath the mask. I leaned over Daemon, my hair cascading over my shoulder to graze his arm. "And what about you, Mr. Daemon right? Do you think you can handle me, or do you need your brothers to hold your hand?" Daemon’s laughter was a low rumble in his throat. He reached out, his hand hovering dangerously close to my waist. "I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually."

I counter. "You think I don't know it? You pretend not to feel the mate bond with me, yet you make kind gestures for people. You might be fooling others, but I've told you this before. I'm not a fool." Harry says m all in a serious tone, and my breath hitches. "You're just delusional." I shake my head at him before walking away and going inside my room, slamming the door shut. Not even ten seconds in, and I start to hear a knock on the door. Why must Harry be so infuriating? Can't he just leave me alone?