Harry Potter Tickle Novels & Stories

The water splashes everywhere, including my face and clothes. "You naughty little baby." Tickling her stomach, Harriet laughed. Not wanting her to be cold, I grabbed a dry towel. The towel with the mickey mouse on the head cover is her favorite. Her green eyes were closed because of the size of the headgear, but she still liked it, and would refuse if I used another towel.

Harry slammed Kirey onto the sofa and looked at Kirey who was sprawled across him. "Harry, don't!" Kirey shouted as Harry started to get closer to him "Feel this, damn it! HIYAA......!" Harry immediately climbed onto the Sofa and tickled Kirey's stomach. "Hahahaha...Hahahahahahahahaha. Ha—Harry!" Kirey laughed hard. Harry wanted to kill her right now. Kirey was even already weak and no longer strong enough to laugh. "Enough Harry, Kirey!"

She doesn’t stop. In fact, having our BFFs cheer makes Sage wiggle that waist and ass. “Oh, yeah. Twerk it mama… roll it. Up, down, up down!” She follows the tune, losing it all as her waist shakes sensually with the music. Someone slithers their hand from behind me and I turn to see Harry, smirking down at me. “Oh, boy!” I exclaim but he suddenly lands his lips on mine. I jerk away and slap him across the face.

His shadow is blocking the screen. "I don't care. You're in the way." I mutter, giving him a little push. "You're so mean to me Tina." He sulks but I don't look up from my comic. "Why do you keep disturbing me?" I groan. Suddenly, I feel tickles on my feet and I giggle. "S-stop it Hans! You know I'm ticklish!" I pant as I try to stop laughing. "Will you listen now or the tickle monster will tickle more." He threatens evilly.

I shriek under my breath to avoid her from hearing, but she did. She turned her eagle like eyes at me and bore transfixed in my face. “You are a Harrish!” She shrieked happily and I stared totally confunded. “A what?” “A Harrish?” she hesitated, a baffled look ever present on her face. “A sucker for Harry Potter!!” I instantly burst into a fit of llaughter.I rolled uncontrollably in my chair, clutching my stomach in a desperate attempt to minimize the pain. My lungs constricted making it difficult to breath.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

“How long do you want to relax? You didn't take part in the Olympics, did you?” “Wow... You're sophisticated too. How do you know?” Harry really likes to tease his friend. “Jeez, you–just answer my question already, will you! Do you think I’m joking now?” Look at Grace's fierce gestures at Harry's response. “Ah, you want me to be serious? Okay." This time Harry turned serious with the intention of flirting with Grace. Grace throws him with Alfred's notebook, exasperated herself irritated by Harry’s behavior. “What the hell are you holding so tightly? Did you get a gift?" Suddenly her attention changed to the subject in Harry holding.

His touch were simply electric to her body, every nerve, every sensory organ were simply aroused by him. He fondled with her breast, while he sucked on another. Debby was forced to moan out loud, when he bite on her nipples. It was a combination of both pain and pleasure and she loved every bit of it. Harry proceeded to her lower section, spreading her legs apart and graced with her clean shaved pussy. Harry dived into the clitoris, skillfully licking up it's lips. From his peripheral vision, he noticed Debby had one hand holding the bedsheet and the other pulling his hair; moaning helplessly and urging him to continue and not to stop.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

She didn't want to enjoy his company that much. Pretty pimpled boy? He scoffed. Of all cliché names she could find, but then he was fighting a smile every two minutes, he felt, relaxed. They had a name already, it was an annoying one but he didn't mind. He whistled his way into the kitchen singing aloud "Beautiful by one direction" and took out his lunch from the fridge. He almost jumped out of his skin when Brooke shouted "Harry Potter" out of nowhere "What the hell Brooklyn!!!, I almost had a heart attack" he held a hand to his heart, fake gasping for breath