Harry Potter Talking Head Novels & Stories

I couldn't tell what was going on in that monster’s thick skull! I couldn't just sit around and cast my lot with some losing team, Nikolai was everything under the blasted sun, but he was not stupid, he would figure out sooner or later that the darned girl had something everyone wanted, whether the power was to be had between her legs or with her neck sliced open was another matter entirely. “Your Majesty!” Hagrid’s warbled voice panted suddenly and I snapped my head up to look at him, watching the tan skinhead’s pale face and rising reflexively to my feet.

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.

This is true. Feeling a stab somewhere in her womb, Kit forbade herself to imagine Harry's punishment. “We’ll piss with fear and we’ll cry later,” Egghead promised her. "That bastard is threatening your boys - that's what's important!" - And how long are you going to play? "Too many questions, kitty... for a first date," Harry gave a nasty chuckle and stood up, pushing his chair back. “Don’t be bored… soon my infantile brother will come and entertain you with a conversation…”