Harry Potter Mass Effect Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wonder what's on his mind. Did he ever think about the kiss like I've been doing? Nah, I don't think so. He's been going on with his daily life like nothing ever happened between us. As if he had sensed my studying gaze on him, he looked up from his book sharply and shot his eyes straight to mine. Jesus. I froze. Yes, I am on freeze mode right now. Harry is capable of taking away all the power I have left in me with his intense gaze. He makes me weak that breaking eye contact does not become simple for me.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

“Harry, what are you doing here, I asked the dashingly handsome boy walking towards me. “Hey, how are you doing?” “I'm fine,” I said with a smile, somehow the way I felt about Harry had changed. I saw him more as a friend than a potential lover now. I can't believe he came to look for me in my house like Harry is the dream of every girl, there have been rumors that even the Almighty Bella used magic to cast a spell on him. “I heard some rumors,” “About what?” “People are looking for you” “I don't understand, who?”

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

Electric pleasure shot through me and I arched into his touch. "Off," Harry commanded, tugging at my robes impatiently. "I need to see you." I let him slip the robes off my shoulders, revealing the skimpy red lace underneath. Harry's eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my nearly naked body. He reached out to trace the curve of my breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. "God, Hermione," he breathed. "You're perfect."

There was only one person who could help, a person I knew was interested in Maya. "I still can't believe they’ve kissed already," I sighed as I leaned back in my chair. "Soon Zane might start dating that woman." Harry’s bedroom was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the outside world. Our bodies were tangled up in the sheets, our breathing slow and steady as we spooned. His rock-hard muscular body felt good, so much better than that stupid old Harlow.

But he's really cringe-worthy. I sighed. "I'm not affected. I'm naturally mad." "Really?" Harry turned my body to face him. "Look at my eyes alone. I don't want those to lose into the eyes of that imbecile." His grip on my cheeks tightened as he caressed it. "I don't want you to share with someone else. You are mine." He's saying every single word with scary stops. "What the fuck is happening to you, Harry?" he closed his eyes. When he opened it, he felt like a totally different person. "Are you threatening 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.

I’ll tell him the complete truth about everything, then he can decide what he actually wants without any confusion about how I feel. “Okay. Well I fully intend to answer your question. But before I do, I feel like there are a few facts I need to make clear to you. First… your magic DOES affect me. Like a lot. I’ve been half out of my mind for months now.” I start. Harry’s eyes fly open in surprise.

- I ask as soon as our eyes meet. “I e got a headache”, - he says, and I nod my head standing up and grabbing some painkillers for him. I pour a water glass and put it on the side. Harry walks to me and takes his painkillers. Once he’s done, he looks at me again. He looks so intense. I’ve never seen him like this. His aura is dark. Heavy. “I need you”, - he says, collapsing his lips on mine. This was the last thing I thought he would’ve wanted.