Harry Potter Opens A Bar Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Wait. Why are you so worked up? Did I miss anything?” I close my eyes and mentally growl. “No.” I snarl. “You didn’t.” We take the car and head straight to our hotel. But instead of heading for our rooms, I make beeline for the bar. I clearly need a drink after the events of the night. No way I will be able to handle the humiliations I faced tonight without some alcohol in my system. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Harry quips, grabbing the stool next to me despite the warning he just gave me. “You’re already fucked up. If you added alcohol in the mix, I’m afraid even I won’t survive the explosion that will surely follow.”

I enter the kitchen area and stop midway in my tracks . I see harry cooking something on the stove but that's not the main topic ,the scenery ,the reason to everyone's serendipity is him cooking shirtless with bed hair . I force myself to move a few steps and i am face to face with the not-so-familiar muscular torso from yesterday and pants hung dangerously low to elicit dirty thoughts early in the morning before i quashed them down. Harry turns his head up sensing my presence.

Harry affectionately tapped her nose with his finger. Feeling her secret had been discovered, she felt embarrassed and a bit angry, pushing his hand away. She puffed her cheeks and pouted, looking at him, “Alright. Can I go home now?” “You still haven’t answered my question. Why did you come to the bar alone?” “I just wanted to drink away my sorrows.” “Oh?” Harry feigned surprise, “Who upset you?” An angry glare was directed at him, but she still calmly replied, “Nothing major. Just some fool who thinks he’s clever, not realizing his mistakes and provoking others to anger.”

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

But these days, I couldn't even see the imaginary Zeus no matter how hard I tried. I turned to my pillow thinking of cuddling but the morning rays wouldn't let my eyes shut. I alighted from my bed and then I flipped my right thumb against my index and instantly, my nightgown changed into a rosy red hoodie complemented with a fitting pair of black trousers. My messy hair gradually tied itself into ponytail fashion and my face looked good as new. One wouldn't even notice that his eyes had cried overnight. I lazily wore my flip flops before stepping out, heading for the Parlour where I'll certainly get myself drunk. As I reached the bar, my eyes fell on Henry. His back turned towards me while h

Demian sat at the far end of the bar he could be seen drinking his sorrows away, as he sat there drinking he kept on thinking of all the terrible things Avery did to him, he still found it hard to believe that his girlfriend he had planned so long to propose to was cheating on him with his best friend . He just found it hard to believe so he kept on drinking hoping to drink away his pains and sorrows. Avery kept crying in her best friends arms Elizabeth, I had no idea Lucas was coming back from country x today , waaaa waaaa waaaa waaaa

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.

She opened the gate quickly and let them both in. "Do you know why the moon isn't red?" Harry asked, pointing to the dark sky, "because we aren't vampires!" He announced cheerfully. A person could get drunk from perceiving the amount of alcohol his every breath carried. Maria pushed and pulled till they were finally inside. Harry fell to the couch, his face buried in a pillow. For a brief second, Maria could have sworn he passed out, till she heard whimpering sounds coming from him. Was he- was he crying?!

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.