Harry Potter Tickle Novels & Stories

What I was about to do was making me nervous. “Are the towels dirty? I thought you would have worn a towel or something.” Damn! This was Harry’s reaction to my naked body? I swallowed a lump in my throat and continued my plan. Nothing like a hórny woman who is tired of séx toys and needs the real thing. “The towels are clean all right. I just wanted to show you this…” I slipped two fingers between the folds of my pússy, looking up at him from the brink of my lashes. A small whimper escaped my mouth.

Harry whispered to Ace, thinking i could not hear them. "Nope, nothing." Ace replied, staring at me. Deciding to play with him a little, I licked the spoon then my lips which made him clench his jaw and fists. I smiled in victory knowing the effect i had on him. I almost forgot about Zayn and Harry until Harry spoke. "Soo-," he stared at me, "You wouldn't mind if I have a little fun with her right?" He smirked as i gave him a death glare. I was about to say something but Ace beat me to it. "Touch her and i will feed you your fucking dick."

I recoil as he grips my hand, preventing me from playing with my underwear. I see him close his eyes and bring his nose closer to my tiny panties, inhaling the pungent smell that has remained in them. He snatches them from my hands and puts them in his pants pocket. "Harry," I squeal. "That's not fair, you're leaving me with nothing, and it looks too perverted." "Perverted?" He raises an eyebrow... "I love that phrase," I see the shadow of his pupils dilates. "Suck," he orders. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, then puts it in my mouth.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

"Tsssk! How about we go, I actually have a great deal to do. Then, at that point, pull the bag she was conveying. Huh, your grouch!" Fanky grimaced Fanky followed her and furthermore brought her bag, and afterward they looked through their dormitories. In the interim, Harry plays ball alongside his different colleagues and band mates. Before long their game has been finished. They laid and sat on the court, drinking water. "Hello Harry, how was that young lady who kissed you? Did you as of now get her number?" Tim asked as he cleaned away his perspiration. “No, Harry replied.

"All right, let's show Trick our costumes." When we come out, I clear my throat, because he's watching the kids already roaming up and down the street. He turns around, and the look on his face is priceless. "Holy shit," he claps a hand over his mouth. "You're fairies." "Or Sprites," I laugh. "You pay attention," he nods towards me, reaching for Riley's hand. "I do," I reach into the pocket I've sewn into my skirt. "Let me take a picture of you two."

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

Her husband nodded. Moments later, the lights dimmed once more. But they didn’t see anyone walk to the middle of the floor. When suddenly, the familiar tune of Hedwig’s Theme came on. The students, especially the ones who have watched and loved the Harry Potter movies, recognized the music. “This! Isn’t this in the soundtrack of the Harry Potter movie?” “Yes! It is! My gosh! This is my ringtone!” “And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.”