Harry Potter Weasley Bashing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Hermione, that’s the most foolish remark I’ve ever heard you make—” “This feels incredibly strange. I don’t recognize this behavior from you. Why would you choose those hurtful words to lash out at me?” she interrupted me. A sudden realization dawned upon me that I possessed the power to inflict pain upon her with ease. As I lower my gaze, my eyes fixate on the ground beneath me. “Wow, I feel terrible, Hermione. The mere thought of you pondering that manner doesn’t sit well with me. You know that girl will never hold a candle to you in my heart. My love for you will never fade.”

I guess I’ll just have to say my kind, so I went for it. I let my lips tremble, just enough. “You. Just you. Please, Harry, I know I hurt you a lot, but I can’t…” “Stop.” His voice came out strained and barely contained. “Don’t start this again.” But I stepped closer, tilting my chin up, letting my eyes do the talking. “She doesn’t deserve you. Chloe. She’s nothing but a wolf-less little parasite clinging to the skirt if anyone shows her even a little care. She’s using you, Harry. Can’t you see that?”

I snorted. “Ah, Malfoy is here as well! Harriet had better be hiding her face from him, she made him fail last semester,” someone muttered, making my head turn to stare at the entrance. And there he was, Malfoy, my arch nemesis apart from Valerie. Back then, he'd bullied me so bad, making me do all his assignments. One time, I let him fail. And since then, he's been after me. I smirked when he passed by without even recognizing me.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Harry whispered in a husky voice, “You are so tight, honey. Aren't you crazy about wanting me now? “You are bullying me…” Emma's tears fell down her blushing face, “Do you believe I will hate you?” Harry's heart suddenly tightened. Thinking of the scene of Charles holding her in his arms this afternoon, he continued to thrust himself inside her frantically, making her moan continuously. Tonight would definitely be a night of both passion and torment. She didn't like him anyway, it didn't matter if she hated him anymore.

I started running away crying while he was running after me calling my name. “Wait.” He held my wrist and made me turn to him. I started hitting his chest with my palms shouting “How could you do that? I thought you won’t see me as all other girls with whom you enjoy. I was wrong.” He didn’t speak anything. He was looking at me with his furrowed brow. I continued yelling “I didn’t expect this. I started considering you as my friend but you are not worth of it. No one ever behaved with me the way you behaved. I hate you, Harry. I really hate you.”

I whispered with a smile. "Vaz, don't hate your brother," Chloe whispered. "I don't hate him, right now. Aside from the disgust with you two, I'm also bored, you're not worth my sweat," I whispered. "Disgusting!" I said before turning my back on them to leave. I can't believe it! I fainted as if a large rock had fallen on me and pinched my heart. What the hell is wrong with Harry? I need a hard drink! Wine, liquor whatever!

"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.

“shall we head home love, I need a shower and maybe a massage, it’s been so long since Drax and I had some action oh it felt good!” “Let’s go wash that stink off you” she says playfully holding her nose then giggling “ahh I’m so excited for my baby!” “you told her?” “did you want me to stand there and take being misunderstood?” he rolls his eyes and turns away from me “Harry, take this to the dungeon and secure it please”

He wiped his eyes nervously with the back of his forearm, trying to dry his tears. "I don't know. Maybe I'm too young. Maybe she thought I wasn't good enough. I guess she wanted to get rid of me so badly that she found a way to..." BANG. Harry's body had flown backward, propelled by Black's violent punch. "What was that!?" shouted Wayne at the Mad One. "That kid's talking shit," grumbled Black as he walked toward Harry. Once he reached him, he leaned forward and spat beside the young man. "Get yourself together."