Harry Potter Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

“Move over!” A sudden hush fell over on the crowd as they hurriedly passed and carried the stretcher all the way to their clinic... and Harry's eyes felt like they were bulging out of its sockets because holy shit, this can’t be true. He didn’t snort some tonight but he’s 100% sure he’s gotta be tripping right now. Pale hair and pale skin– Lizzie let out a gasp while honey brown eyes met Harry's over the crowd–a small, tired smile tilted on his lips, inclining his head slightly in a silent greeting.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Then keep it to yourself! Ryann- Well, I guess I’ll vote yes too. It can’t be worse than the intentionally gross drinks she was making you before right? Harry- True. Well in that case, bottoms up! Ryann- ….. Well? Amber- OMG Harry- -_- Amber- This is hilarious! I love this chick! Ryann- I know right? Harry won’t let us meet her though -_- Ryann- What did she give him??? Harry- A silencing spell. I can’t talk.

I rolled my eyes. The ritual went on, the chanting growing louder and bouncing through the quiet forest. Harry lay still on the wooden planks, and for a moment, nothing happened, he didn't react like he did in the first ritual. Then, his claws suddenly shot out, only to pull back just as fast. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he’d been practicing, learning to control his shifts. I felt a small spark of pride, though I’d never say it out loud. At least something was going right for once.

Harry was doing more of chugging down the liquids than sipping them and he looks so sexy doing that with his hair looking shiny, dark and moist, some strands falling carelessly down the side of his handsome face. He gently flicked my chin and I gave him a playful frown, shaking my head. "Harry" I called in a warning tone, telling him to stop. "Ooookaaayyy" He dragged the word, a smile at the side of his lips. I do not trust that smile. Soon, I felt a touch at my side that tickled me and caused an involuntary giggle from me. "Harry, behave" A grin spread across his face "I'm trying, baby. I'm trying" He drank from his cup "I think I'm a little tipsy....you know?"

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

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.