Harry Stops Holding Back When Hermione Is Hurt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I'm getting closer to the open space where Harry is standing with the sword about to drive it into one of their hearts, and I quicken my pace. "STOP!"

Either he has no interest in going further, or he is a pure gentleman. This is what I want. And I want more. I pull myself on top of him to the point where I'm straddling his lips. His hands still don't stray, no matter how hard I accelerate the kiss. It's getting heated, until the sound of the door bursting open behind us immediately pulls me away from him, like he's a plague that if I get caught being near, I will get in serious trouble. Turning around, I see Hermione stumble through the door, her hands cupped under her mouth, filled with blood. The sight near makes me throw up, but I compose myself at the sight of blood trailing from her eyes. It makes both me and Shinee jump out of bed i

"This can't be happening to me, I'm rejecting the man who hasn't left my heart." "Wow... Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!" We startle at the sound of a distant voice that gets louder and louder, "I'm sorry, but your screams aren't helping much," he applauds and Harry desperately pulls up his pants, "Buddy, if I didn't like women, I'd tell you I love you, so we can be manly husbands." "What the fuck are you doing!" Harry gets upset after seeing Harper's bionic eyes looking at my body and at Harry's at the same time.

She was pretty uncomfortable. “Please.” She whispered the word without even realising it. They were staring into each other's eyes. Reign’s was filled with pain and sorrow, but that of Alpha Kai was filled with nothing but complete contempt and the need for revenge. “You are hurting me.” She cried out and Alpha Kai only tightened his hold on her hair, causing her to cry out loud. “Say that one more time and I'll make sure to root out a chunk of your hair.” He sneered, his voice thick with rage.

Hunter’s right there beside her, smug as hell, and I intend to crush his throat. One good hit and I'll put this snake-ass motherfucker down and end him right fucking now. But the crowd is getting thicker around us and their cameras are flashing lights, capturing everything. I glance at Hermione. Her eyes are red, and her chest keeps jerking up and down like she just ran ten miles. She’s trying to look strong, but I know her. I know the way her chin sets when she’s lying to herself. She’s pretending she’s over me. Pretending I don’t matter.

HERMIONE’S POV [FLASHBACK] “Stop, Hermione!” Bernard yelled, he was trying to get a hold of me in our bedroom as I was going mad. I just confronted him about something I found out but hoped that it wasn’t true. “Hermione, please. Just hear me out, I’m sorry.” He continued, I couldn’t hear him over the boils of my anger. Red was the only thing I could see at that moment, I was tearing down our bedroom. I was smashing the vases on the floor, tipping over my drawer with my skincare, and throwing objects at him.

Harry laughs. “Sorry love, but I’m not buying it. You were jealous. You were half a second away from crawling into my lap!” he crows. “Shut up, don’t say another word!” I hiss at him. I flush red and angle myself away from him, yanking on our joined hand and hoping to create a little distance. Harry just holds on and lets the yanking motion drag him closer to me. “Nope, this is too much fun. I’ll be recounting this to people until the day I die.” he declares. I glare at him.

"Heleni, Harry was drugged, like Colt. But please, we're still trying to find out what her motive was." "And you want to send him back to her!" She turns her rage on me. "Absolutely not! You are not putting MY mate in any danger because you can't keep your ex in check!" Harry is now positivele beaming. Goddess, have mercy on me, do I have not have enough problems already? Harry can sense I'm not taking her outburst all too well, so he takes her hand and pulls her into his body. "It's okay, I can handle her."

I could almost picture his face turning red. “Of course. I apologize. Carry on.” His footsteps sounded loud after that, quick and awkward, fading as he hurried away. The second the sound disappeared, something inside me snapped. I grabbed Harry, pulling him in just enough to throw my knee up hard where it would hurt the most. He folded instantly, a broken sound leaving his mouth.

His fingers clamped down like steel pincers, attempting to pry open Neil’s hand. At that moment, a sharp, sickening crack echoed through the air—Harry had inadvertently broken Neil’s pinky finger. We all froze in shock, and Harry’s actions came to an abrupt halt. His face turned ashen, filled with guilt and fear, as he realized the extent of the harm he had caused and worried about further injuring Neil.