Harry Potter Opens A Bar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

“Yes, they know. We just... haven’t gone into all the details yet.” Harry, leaning casually against the intricately carved mahogany bar, smirked. The twinkling fairy lights decorating the venue cast playful shadows on his face, making him appear even more devious. “Details?” he asked. “Like being engaged? Such a small detail indeed. I’m sure if they’re as aware as you claim, they’d love to come over for an engagement party. Wouldn’t you say?” I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on us, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and the faint aroma of roses from the lavish flower arrangements adorning each table. The situation was spiraling, and it felt like we were dancing on the edge of a

Had the universe not accidentally sent her to Sebastian's room… "You're intoxicating, Dr. Fey. Even when you swear at me, it makes me dizzy. And now, can you drop the act? I know you had fun with another man last night. You're not some sacred virgin anymore… So how about you let me enjoy what you enjoyed last night?" Harry loomed closer with a lopsided grin. "If you don't like having an audience, just say the word. I'll have them close the door. No one will disturb our happy ending."

,he said , dropping the tray on the table. Harry throws some of the ice into the cup and tells him to go. He remembers his first moment at the bar, that was when he lost his father. He had gone into the bar to drink and forget his sorrows, the bar attendant then , refused attending to him because he felt he was underaged to take alcohol.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

It was quite embarrassing. I rested my hand on the rough paintwork that coated the front door and pushed it open. It was around three P.M. so the bar wasn't as crowded as I imagined it would during the night. Low-voiced conversations swirled in a dirty cloud of smoke. I could smell the stagnant stench of cigarettes mixed with hard liquor. Along the wall was every hue of amber liquid in their inverted bottles; everything my parents had warned me not to drink or even get close to. I ignored the bartender asking what drink I would like and sped my way through the back of the bar where there were a pool table and a long greyish-colored couch. Ty had told me that Hunter would highly likely hang

It is everything she does. When we arrived at Harry’s I helped Lilly out of the car and into the bar. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark I looked around at the empty bar. Well empty except a handful of employees wandering around setting the place up for the night. Even though the bar doesn’t open for a few more hours. I saw Lug Nut and the band on the stage messing around with something. “ We are closed.” A voice came from the direction of the bar. Before I could answer Lilly asks “ Even for me?” When she spoke up every face in the place turned in her direction and happy shouts of “ Songbird” went out. I guided Lilly further in, when a large man in his sixties came to us. “ We are never close

He didn’t want to seem weak. “I know this job isn’t enough,” Harry continued. “That’s why I want to suggest a faster way to earn money.” Simon straightened immediately. “What kind of work?” Harry shrugged. “It’s easy. Just one night at a bar.” “As a bartender?” Simon asked hopefully. “No.” Confusion flickered across Simon’s face. “Then what?” Harry hesitated. “It’s a high-end bar. Rich alphas are the main patrons.” “You’d just spend the night with one of them.”

Elelira POV The noise from the bar is drifting out the swinging doors, the piano coming alive now that old man Harry has had a few too many. I enjoy the nights with the crew and the easy banter from being around everyone in high spirits from a successful raid, but the more I drank, the more nostalgic the scene became for me.

She had a ring on each finger. "Aiyana! Mat!" greeted Harry in turn. The Red Moon Alpha hurried to the bar, where his friends, with whom he had played so much as a child during his visits to the Café, were standing. "We'll have to be careful what we call you from now on," Mat said, patting Harry on the shoulder. The redhead took a seat in one of the high chairs at the bar and grinned brightly as Aiyana placed a bowl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with vermicelli candies of all colors in front of him.