Hermione Breaks Harry's Heart Fanfiction Novels & Stories

How could I be this heartless? Tears start streaming down my cheeks before I can do as much as think about stopping them. The grip around me, once again, tightens, and I can't suppress the wince of pain that leaves my lips. "Hey, fucker, let my Luna go!" Damon's outraged voice rings in my ears as the arms around me disappear, and I collapse. On instinct, I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs. I don't care how miserable or weak I look. Not anymore.

Ares slapped her ass, telling her to quiet down. My older sister sighed next to me, seeing our childhood friend acting out. "Let me guess. Harry broke up with her." She sighed again and rubbed her temples. "Only two months they dated, and he broke up with her because she is too manly." "I don't know the whole story. She just told me they broke up yesterday during their date." "Harry almost got mugged yesterday, and Jordan caught the guy beating him up. That messed up her whole damsel in distress."

A small smile on her lips. His heart had pounded then. Like a drum. Like a war cry. He understood now. He loved her. Not because she looked like Luna. Not because she played the same songs or wore the same clothes. Because she was Sera. Just Sera. The woman who had waited for him. The woman who had believed in him. The woman he had failed. He took a slow, shaky breath. "Luna," he said quietly. "We aren't teenagers anymore. You broke up with me years ago. You said you had better opportunities abroad. In that moment, whatever we had ended."

I breathed, my voice a pathetic, broken sound that I barely recognized as my own. "Please what?" he taunted, pressing just deep enough to make me arch my back off the table. "Say it. If you want me to give you, you have to beg for it. Tell me you’re mine to break." "I... I’m yours," I sobbed, the words feeling like a betrayal of my very soul. "Please, Draco. Do it." He didn't wait for a second invitation. He thrust inward, a sudden, heavy intrusion that stole the air from my lungs.

For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. But what did that have to do with me anymore? I raised my wrist, showing him the faint scar with a blank expression. “Henry, don’t forget that we broke our mate bond. You bought the potion yourself.” Henry’s kneeling body froze like it had been struck by lightning. I didn’t want to say another word to him. Turning to Andrew, I said, “Let’s go. Professor Nana’s waiting for us.” Andrew nodded, and with his signal, my classmates slowly stood down from their protective formation.

"I'm tired. I've been showing vulnerability to you, apologizing, and explaining. Your impassivity has made my heart grow cold. "The Memory Lock Potion wore off long ago, but you used it as an opportunity for revenge. You trampled on my feelings and scorned my sincerity. "You've won." He stumbled off with Jocelyn supporting him.

“Do you know what it feels like to grieve someone who hurt you?” Damian met her eyes. “Yes.” The word was simple. Heavy. She searched his face. “Then you know why this feels unbearable.” “Yes.” She pressed the letter to her chest. “I hated him,” she said. “And I loved him. And when he died, I thought the world would finally leave me alone.” Her voice dropped. “But it didn’t. It got louder.” Damian took one step closer but stopped himself. “You survived something brutal,” he said. “And you weren’t allowed to fall apart while it happened.”

Breaking away, I reached for his jeans, fumbling to unbutton them. "Please Harry," I panted. "I need you inside me." Harry shucked off his jeans and boxers in record time, his thick erection springing free. He lined himself up with my entrance and paused, looking into my eyes. "You're mine, Hermione," he growled possessively. "Now and forever." Then he thrust deep inside me in one smooth stroke. We both moaned at the sensation, stretched and full in the best way. Harry started moving, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. His pace was relentless as he pounded into me.

Between blows and transformations towards their wolves and vice versa, the fight must have lasted more than an hour. All that time, I fought Hermes for control. He didn’t want to see his mate get hit by that damn bastard. Yes, I am very sure that Harry was my father. After listening to him live, several memories have invaded and clouded my consciousness. But there was no way I would recognize him as my father. I want to believe that my personality resembles my biological mother. However, not him. I felt something break inside me when the damn bastard kicked her in the stomach. Emma’s lost sight, her gasp, and the blood that ran down her legs was an obvious declaration that the most sacred se

Putting down the bowl, I drank the painkiller she prepared for me. Emily hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant. “I’m not sure, Harp. Part of me wants to forgive him and give him a chance to be a father to his child. But another part of me is scared of getting hurt again. I don’t know if I can trust him completely.” “Why, I thought if you knew the truth you’d finally start it over again with him and be happy, Em.” She shook her head fiercely. “He won’t tell me why he broke up with me suddenly before, Harper. He’s hiding something from me and I can’t accept that. If he wants me, he’s gotta start being honest with me.”