Harry/tonks Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Care to tell me why you're trying to break down this door?" The blue haired one glared at him. "It's none of your business. So get lost." Marcus chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair. "It's my business though. I don't tolerate harassment in any form and—" "It's not harassment!" the black haired one said, stepping forward. He smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Harry." Marcus stared at the hand for a beat before looking at him. "How is that my concern?" Harry flushed in embarrassment before taking his hand back. "The omega in there is my partner and he went into heat."

, Kavinsky said, walking to the bed and taking his seat. "So, should I come over so we can play a video game?", Harry asked. "What's up, bro? Is something going on?", Kavinsky asked back teasingly. Harry does not usually come to Kavinsky's house that much to play video games, it was always the other way around. "We both know what's going on", Harry replied and they laughed. "Happy birthday bro. Keep on getting closer to death", Harry teased. "Fuck you", Kavinsky cursed back and they laughed.

Alora’s POV The next day, I was woken up by a knock on the door. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand before sauntering to the door. As I opened it, Harry was standing there with a wide smile on his lips. “Did I wake you”? He asked, extending his hands to me in greeting. I stared at his hands. “Hi, I am Beta Harry, your mate’s right-hand man and best friend. “I don't have a mate,” I replied, ignoring his outstretched hands.

'OH , I can do more than just stop you", Harry said with a dangerous glint in his eyes . His hands rolling the cuffs of his shirt so that his muscular forearm can be seen . I am sure things are going to get nasty if any of them choose this exact moment to say something , so this is my cue to take things over . "Hey guys, no need to get angry , why not we talk things over, right harry , Winston?" I step in between both of them ,my hands on harry's chest . I might've let my hands wander on the muscular planes of his rick-hard chest . I feel Harry's heartbeat quicken underneath my palm, so i let my hand falter by my side . I see harry smirking and eyeing me from my periphery and red hot heat ga

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

Then, at that point, Harry took her to their study hall, Fanky was astounded to see both of them clasping hands. "Stand by, what does that mean, are you dating?" Fanky guaranteed while grinning." Harry answered, "Yes!" grinning Harry said. "Amazing, congratulations!" said Fanky. "Much obliged! Okay, I'll simply pass by later at break time." Goodbye Harry. "Ok, OK." Arosh gestured. Harry immediately kissed her on the cheek, before at last leaving. "How sweet promptly in the first part of the day I was chomped by the subterranean insects now." Fanky prods.

Kelly nodded her head in agreement, “I don’t even know why Paul still puts up with her.” On the other side of the room, Harry is drinking a glass of whiskey, thinking about all the ways he wants to fuck Denise. That bitch thinks she can use me whenever she wants. The next time I see her, she’ll be my toy. Harry is turned on by the things going through his head, of fucking Denise in positions that could put a gymnast to shame. Even if he must take her unwillingly. But for now, he needs to get rid of this stress, he needs relief.

“Just as you predicted, Sir. The potion had a strong effect on Lady Arabella. According to Dr. Tania… she kissed Master Harry. Multiple times.” Mr. Hans raised an eyebrow, a brief smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. “Good. Progress, at last.” “But,” Jimmy added cautiously, “Master Harry appeared… unaffected by Lady Arabella. He was too composed. Too aware.” Mr. Hans took a slow sip of his tea. “They’re both stubborn,” he muttered. “Even after all my preparations, they still act like two magnets turned the wrong way—refusing to connect.” Jimmy hesitated, then lowered his voice. “You’re aware, of course… their marriage is just a contract?”

I admitted. Then I quickly added, “Now please, put some clothes on. This never happened. We get home, and Demarion never has to hear about any of this. Understood?” “Understood,” My wolf replied lightly. *Harry's point of view* I turned the corner, a slow smile spreading across my face. My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, but this… this was working better than I expected. I pulled out my phone and tapped speed dial three. It did not even ring twice.

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.