Harry Potter Romance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she asked, horrified. Harry gave a faint smile. “Almost. You begged for cuddles, tried to seduce me, and climbed on me like a caterpillar looking for a leaf.” Arabella grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. “I’m doomed. I got high on herbal juice! I must’ve looked like a soap opera girl possessed by cheesy romance.” Harry chuckled. “More like a shy K-drama heroine learning how to flirt.” Arabella groaned into her pillow. “Did I... kiss you?”

"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.

Or they are hiding something. Harry was wearing knee-length jeans. He briefly kissed Manny's forehead, whose innocent body was covered by a thick blanket. Harry smiles with satisfaction… 'she makes me addict to her body, minx!' 'She is our second chance mate. I am happy… 'Replied the wolf. 'Indeed. I want a puppy.' 'Twin. I want a twin puppy!' 'Let's work hard then…'

He didn't know how to seduce Anna so she would open her voice. "Honey, talk! Don't torture me like this. I know I was wrong. But believe me, there is only you in my heart. " "You are lying." "No, love. I am not lying. You cleave my chest and there will be your name and face." "Lie" Harry took Anna's head and laid her on his left arm. He didn't want to miss the beautiful moments they created together in his room every day. Anna kissed Harry's armpit as Harry rested his head on his arm. Her husband's scent, which used to be her favorite, now really made her feel nauseous.

Harry says to me in a hurt tone, and I start to blubber. "He doesn't love me, Harry. He doesn't love me." I cry on his chest, and Harry just holds me. "Well, he's an idiot for not loving you. I mean, who wouldn't want to love you? You're intelligent, you're talented, you're funny, you're strong, and most of all, you're the most beautiful person on the entire planet." Harry tells me, and my heart palpitates in joy as my wolf tries to spring up to get closer to Harry.

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."

It was taking everything in me not to break the glass cup on her forehead and tell her I am not her fucking daughter. Harry simpered, shaking his head at her. I'm sure he finds her ridiculous. "I am not leaving, alright?" He stared strongly "And I know Diane, she is not just one to give up on something on someone, so we're in this together and we're still young, we got time to do a lot of things together, we're gonna learn, and grow. I mean this is a relationship we're talking about here, not just some... games, do you understand?" I nodded in agreement, surprised at how Harry could be this intellectual about romantic relationships. I initially thought I'd be the one doing all the explanatio

he whispered against her neck, his lips ghosting over her pulse point. As they fell onto the mattress together, Lily briefly wondered if her spell would truly be enough to contain what was about to unfold between them. But as Caspian's hands and mouth began to explore her body with centuries of practiced skill, all thoughts of magic faded away, replaced by the intoxicating reality of their union.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”