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Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

“It was the professor’s wish. A decision that isn’t exciting for me.” The girl's smile is gone. “I like the way you taught me to read. And thank you for your patience ... I mean ... you were a very good trainer.” “I know,” the boy said sharply. “But that does not mean I enjoy it. Instead of perfecting my spells and studying to become a great wizard, I waste my time with you. A girl. Girls have nothing to do with great wizards.” “But Miss Harmony. She is a great wizard ...” “Dad says she's just a poor potion maker. Which is not big deal. It does not mean that she is a wizard. And if I think well, that will be your skill limit too… If you're lucky enough to have the memory she has.”

"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 ?”

Breaking away, I reached for his jeans, fumbling to unbutton them. "Please Harry," I panted. "I need you inside me." Harry shucked off his jeans and boxers in record time, his thick erection springing free. He lined himself up with my entrance and paused, looking into my eyes. "You're mine, Hermione," he growled possessively. "Now and forever." Then he thrust deep inside me in one smooth stroke. We both moaned at the sensation, stretched and full in the best way. Harry started moving, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. His pace was relentless as he pounded into me.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Harry did not heed the wolf's words, he had promised Manny, that they would decide after the mating games event took place. Harry was in front of Manny, his eyes fixed on the plump lips of the woman with loose and fragrant hair, she knew how to take care of herself. He could smell her hair lotion… oh or was that the smell of her shampoo, it was the Smells of lemon grass… very fresh and therapeutic.

He took the opportunity to wipe her mouth clean with a paper napkin. “How is it, Alyssa? Does it taste good?” “It’s sweet! I will get diabetes soon. I should feed you too, Nat.” She smiled childishly. Unlike the sweetness of Alyssa’s dish, Nat’s was as bitter as ever. He feigned that it was tasty enough, urging himself on as she fed him with the rest of the dessert in his bowl. It took him everything he could to prevent himself from throwing up. What was in that concoction that was for male wizards? He could only lament his fate when she was done feeding him. It sure wasn’t fair! Couldn’t they have added in a pinch of sugar?

The two happily washed the dishes, forgetting about heaven and earth. When it was time for bed, Harry pulled Carwyn Levi into the room. He said he was scared and insisted on making Carwyn Levi sleep with him. Carwyn Levi had to be both sad because he couldn't hug the sleeping beauty tonight while reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp. During the night, Harry put his mouth to him and whispered: "Uncle Levi, you know, you can't be too hasty to pursue a girl, sometimes you have to let her private time, then her affection for me will be doubled!" As it turned out, Harry pulled him into bed and wanted to tell him how to go after Grainne.

The angle was perfect, and she could feel him deeper inside her. "I am making sure no one else comes in through the damn door while I take care of satisfying my Mate," Harry grumbled. He locked the handle and started to turn around when Emmanuelle dug her nails into his shoulders: "Damn it! Let's stay here. What you are doing to me is absolutely divine," she complained against his lips. Harry laughed softly before repositioning her against the door and giving a loud thump with his hip that rattled the wood. A tremor ran down his spine as he met his Mate's obsidian eyes.

As they bent over their mate and began to stroke over Jules’ chest the werewolf moaned, the sound raw and rough with desire, causing Samuel to shudder in physical response. Samuel’s indrawn breath and slight shift of weight betrayed his presence and Harry glanced over their shoulder meeting Samuel’s eyes. Harry’s expression shifted to amusement, their lips curling in a smirk, and they turned back to their lover, reaching around Jules’ body to grasp his cock and stroking over its length in a way that had Jules sagging against his restraints and into Harry’s arm around his torso.