Harry Potter Severus Snape Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Vivory shouted and the things inside the room broke apart after receiving the thunderous voice of Vivory. She was the powerful daughter of Lord Treznor. And she was the fiance of Severus after the final age of getting married. However, Severus doesn't have any feelings towards her because of some issues in the past. Also, Severus didn't know how to love because he had an important mission and it was to find his uncle Deimos. He tried everything but no one knew where he was. And even Vivory was the most beautiful vampire in the castle, yet powerful, Severus did not put any attention to her. Because Vivory put so much love into him, she wished the Lord to let Severus become her finance and the

After some thinking he answered. "There's four ways, Professor… Sorry, I don't know your name." "Snape, Severus Snape. Master for potions of the castle, and Head of House Slytherin." "Well, Professor Snape, as I was saying, there's four ways of removing it. First way is to serve the agreed time specified at the branding ritual. Second way is to grow more powerful than the master at the brand time and expunge the brand by oneself. Third way is to receive your freedom early. Fourth way is if the master dies with no direct magical heir the brand will disappear, otherwise the 'ownership' will be passed to his heir."

I arched into his touch, craving more. "Such an eager little slut," Snape murmured against my lips, tweaking my nipple through my robes. "So desperate for my touch. Tell me what you want, Hermione." "I want you to fuck me," I whimpered, rubbing my aching core against the hard bulge in his trousers. "I need you inside me, Professor. Please." Snape growled and ripped open my robes, sending buttons flying everywhere. He tore away my lacy bra, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised darkly.

She seemed like a crazy bastard who never let our words enter her ear. " These stupid tricks again? Sorry, but you are just wasting your time. Your tricks are worthless. I didn't appreciate it." She replied, accompanied by the rolling of her eyes. I felt annoyed but I could not force myself to act like I'm the stupid one. "All right. Then we'll go first, think about it yourself." I had to leave first because I was about to hold back my tears... *** Snap - Severus behind me slams the door shut. My mind blew away and I felt there was a tear that trying to pierce my heart.

He refused to be swayed by what he perceived as a magical manipulation. Severus, however, found himself entangled in a web of conflicting realities. He couldn’t untangle it, couldn’t reconcile the man before him with the man he had known. Just a few weeks ago, before the cataclysmic war, Perseus had kissed his wife, Eleanor, with a tenderness that spoke of profound love, making Severus swear, with solemn gravity, to protect her.

Hmph. Warmth swallows me. I peer down to see Harry choking on my girth. My fingers dig into his scalp, trying to stem the anger, the image of Selene’s lifeless eyes glaring at me. I move my waist, squeezing the device. “You’re a snake. You’ll ditch me at my weakest.” “Yes, I will,” Godfather says firmly, voice mixing with Harry's muffled grunts. “But this is different. I’m willing to lower my standards.”

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

"Just updating Selene on her *responsibilities*," Harry emphasizes the word. "I will take my leave. Oh, and Selene," Harry turns to the female. "Be ready for the coronation on Friday." Selene is seething. How could the sweet, gentle Harry be so conniving? Had she been blind to his manipulations? She curls her fist around the cup. She lifts the drink to her lips, enjoying the colors sparkle as they touch her lips. A sweet, burning taste flows down her throat. Soon, the drink takes effect, numbing her complicated feelings.