Harry Potter Slytherin Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

She tasted blood and him, and to her shock, she kissed back, her hands tangling in his braids. But as the kiss deepened, something shifted in Gorak. This fire in his veins, this addiction blooming with every taste of her sweet mouth, her tight heat, it confused him. Was this the legend of the women from Slytherin? They whispered that the first taste was poisonously addictive, a siren’s call that bound even the strongest warriors. He wanted to own her completely, mark her as his forever, never let another touch her. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her with those molten amber eyes, breath ragged. “Do you submit to me, little sun? Will you be my mate, bound to me, body and soul?”

Harry replied. "Involves this?" He made a show of slicing his throat. "Nope. We're going to kidnap Saira from her house." Harry grinned. "And... How do you propose we do that?" George lifted a brow. "Leave it all to me." He shot his friend a secretive smile.

Now more than ever, he believes Linus is behind Chloe's kidnap. “What do you want?" Harry asked the moment he picked up. “What, no hello who is this? You really have no curtsey Harry." Linus mocked. “Where is she?" Harry asked, kissing his teeth. He's been thinking of proper ways to torture Linus once he gets hold of him. He hasn't held a gun in a long while and he swore he would never go back to that lifestyle but Linus has pushed him to the edge and he would be the first to suffer his wrath.

Oh, how will HE make her squeal and crawl in her own intestines! And then Harry saw with his single eye a cloud of dust billowing over the road and knew it was all over. HE would, of course, fray… tried to escape. But he suddenly felt terrible fatigue, devastation, and indifferently dived into the depths of consciousness, giving way to his spineless brother. Let him do something for HIM at least once in his life… At least try. A slut with blue hair beat HIM. Or rather, both of them. Wow…

"After nine years, your father found a suitable mate for you, Harry. I placed the attraction spell on him and your father gave you a mixture of an attraction and suppression potion for six months until you turned 18 and Harry magically walked into the picture. You made eye contact and boom!!! You two fell in love, marked each other and were supposed to live happily ever after, but well… you know what happened." I sagged against the shelf behind me, completely drained by her revelation. "Did he tell you why he did what he did?" I asked softly. "He kept on saying it had to be done and there was no other way but whatever his reasons were, he really cared and loved you." I let out a snort. "Oh y

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

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.

Lily said, urgently slipping her hands past the midthigh slit in her dress to hook her thumbs into her thong's band. Harry was obsessed with the thongs he knew she wore just for him. Always fucking just for him. She was pathetic. This was a married man who said he would get divorced half a million times in the last year. He was fucking her and her mom and she just let him. "Eyes on me, boy scout," Harry seethed, coiling the belt around his hands before pulling on both ends once more. "Don't fucking look at her."

We collapsed onto the bed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. For the rest of the night and into the early hours of dawn, we explored each other's bodies thoroughly, missionary, doggy style, him tying me to the bed posts and driving into me with abandon. We came again and again until we were too exhausted to move. As the sun began to rise outside, Snape pulled me close and kissed me softly. "This changes nothing," he murmured against my lips. "You're still a Gryffindor brat." "And you're still a Slytherin prick," I teased back with a smile.