Harry X Hermione Fanart Novels & Stories

Harry looked at Grainne who was standing in the stands and replied in a lovely clear voice: "Harry drew my best dreams! Harry hopes that one day the thing in the picture will come true, will live in a happy family with his mother and uncle Levi." It turns out that the man in Harry's painting is Carwyn Levi! He must have fantasized about that warm scene countless times in his heart! Receiving the first prize certificate of merit and a smart reading machine as a prize, Harry happily rode the train home with his mother. In city Y. Carwyn Levi just got off the plane and drove like a flight back to Gloria, Simon was there waiting for him.

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.

Hermione sprawled on top of the lycan, Ruke could not help to relish the softness of her body against him. He was rock-hard and it did nothing to help that she was dangerously close to him. Hermione placed her hands on Ruke's chest and tried to push herself up but he was quick to hold her down with his strong hands. “What do you want?" she whispered, looking into his eyes. Ruke sucked in his breath, cursed himself and grabbed a fist full of her hair in his hands and brought her face down to his own. “What are you doing…" Hermione's words were cut short as Ruke brought his lips to hers with such force and passion that the breath was knocked from her lungs the tiniest gasp escaped from her lip

Havermouth, Present Time Harry had done a lot of things in their time as vampire. They had travelled widely and lived decadently. They enjoyed beautiful things and considered themselves to be one of them. They had always taken care of themselves and revelled in the admiration of others. Consequently, they had been a muse for several successful, and sometimes unsuccessful, artists, and got a thrill when they visited art galleries and found their own image staring back down at them, although they knew that if Talen and Sigrid ever learnt of it, they would chastise them for their carelessness.

“Uh oh. I might be immune to Harry’s Incubus charms, mostly because he isn’t actually interested in me like that, but I doubt that Cam is. In this state I’m willing to bet Harry has very little control over his Incubi magic. Based on how red she is, I suspect Cam is getting the full blast of it. I decide to take pity on her. “Harry, you’re missing out on your show.” I comment casually. He is immediately distracted and turns back to the TV. He moves to the couch, dragging Cam with him. She objects, but can’t seem to stop him from dragging her around like a teddy bear he’s overly attached to. Sadly my timing is off and the cartoon ends like thirty seconds after he sits. “So, we’ve watched cart

Naomi. Harry’s daughter was seventeen now, bright, talented, restless. She had inherited her mother’s expressive eyes and Harry’s stubborn jawline. Usually, she hovered near the stage during rehearsals, sketchbook in hand, drawing musicians as they tuned their instruments or capturing dancers mid-motion. Harry encouraged it, happy she had found her own language in art. But lately, he had noticed something new. That boy. Marcus Jameson. Sixteen, lanky but with a confidence that didn’t quite fit his frame, always hanging around with the volunteer crew. He had a smile too wide and eyes too curious, and Harry had caught him looking at Naomi more than once. Worse, Naomi had started smiling back.

I twist my mouth, and my facial muscles relax as we share a moment of understanding. However, the unsettling feeling within me still lingers about my standing in Hermione's view. I feel like I can't compare to the history she shares with Xavier – years of friendship that have deepened their bond. Nevertheless, I'll continue to be persistent until she lets me in and accepts me as her partner. I grasp the door handle and step out of the restroom, granting Xavier the privacy he needs. As I head back to the bar area, Hermione intercepts me, her eyes blazing with simmering fury, her expression deathly calm. My step falters when I run into her, and my heart skips a beat.

They stood in front of the men like nothing happened. But the warriors could feel it. The cold air between them. The storm that was coming. In the training yard, Hermoine gave orders while Ron watched. Sometimes he corrected her. Sometimes he ignored her completely. Sometimes he stared too long, like he was still trying to figure her out. But she didn’t care. Let him stare. Let him wonder. She had a plan. Every night, Hermoine wrote notes. She kept them hidden under a loose board in her tent. Names.

"Do you want me to snatch those words out of the air and stuff them back into my mouth?" "No! I can almost feel my heart pounding as I plead with you, begging you not to do it." He abruptly sliced her words and then passionately pressed his lips against hers again. As he gazed upon Hermione, he couldn't help but see the striking resemblance to Artemis. It was as if she had channeled Artemis herself. And at that moment, Hermione felt a sense of contentment wash over her, believing that her emulation of Artemis would bring her lasting happiness. Their lips parted, leaving a lingering warmth and a faint taste of each other's breath. "Can you feel the warmth of happiness radiating through your e