Hermione Harry Ao3 Novels & Stories

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

And he knew that Alpha Hercules would not be in support of his new mate. ‘ of course Alpha, But I would like to first introduce you to my mate, the luna of this pack.’’ There was a beautiful blonde woman that stood behind Alpha Jeremiah. Jeremiah placed his hand on her lower back and brought her forward. She smiled shyly at Hercules and brought her hand forward. Hercules felt repulsed in her presence. And yet the disgust in his heart made him feel guilty. He was not different from his own maker. Why had he not yet rejected Audrey? if he truly hated low-ranking Omega so then why did he put her in his room naked? Was there more to the story? Those are questions that even he himself didn't have

Dearest goddess, this was wrong in all ways possible to say out. Aamon had expertly guided me to orgasm, and I had let him. Oh goddess! He was soo good, I wondered if he really was just werewolf, he might have been half werewolf, half Siren. With the way he was too good with his tongue, how his dirty talk turned me on, I doubt he didn't have siren blood in him. But then his being so good at sex also made my skin crawl, I wondered how many other female wolves had he been with before me?

Sometimes it proved difficult. I had finally laid eyes on the other two women from the harem. Farren was a petite woman with platinum blonde hair and fairy-like features. Her face was soft and almost rounded. With a small nose and beautiful lips. Another creature entirely. She was what fantasy stories spoke about when they mentioned pixies. Even her laugh was tinkling and angelique.

While he was insistent about dating, without a care for who or what gender, I refused to date anyone who wasn’t him. He searched the seas of people for someone who would catch his eye. None of them did, and apparently, neither did I. I had to be sick in the head to resort to a method so vile just to have some form of him by my side. Even if it was just for one night… Perhaps he’d wake up tomorrow thinking it was all a terrible nightmare. I pushed open the door to his dorm but found no one. Just as I walked in, something covered my eyes, and I heard the sound of a familiar breathing pattern coming from behind.

Aurelian’s breath had already shifted, his chest rising faster without his permission. Tavian’s eyes locked onto his. “Come here. Come taste it.” “Oh, oh, oh.” Kira’s voice was practically vibrating inside Aurelian’s head. “Three mates. Three. This is genuinely the Moon Goddess’s greatest work. What are you waiting for?” Aurelian’s legs moved before the decision reached his brain. He crossed the room and stopped in front of Tavian, close enough that the heat between them was immediate. Tavian looked down. “Already hard.” He clicked his tongue. “And we barely started.”

Havermouth, Present Time Tears streamed down Harry‘s face as they rose to their feet. They ran their hands over the lush hide of the weredragon. It was precisely the colour of Jules’ hair. Harry draped their body over the dragon’s chest, pressing their ear to the hide, celebrating the steady beat and rise and fall of the ribs. Alive. Gloriously alive. And they could feel the tie of their mate bond twining them together. With their eyes closed, Jules was a glow within the darkness.

It was taking everything in him and Aragorn. The veins on his neck and hands were protruding, and his hands clenched and un-clenched ever so slowly, ever so slightly, as he could not wait to touch her. He was also enthralled by her Goddess of Fire glow she got going on. She smelt delicious. Zayne licked his lips. While Aubrianne gently squeezed her core as she eyed her delicious Mate. Oh, how she loved this man. She lifted her heels off the bed and stepped onto it on her knee, raising her other leg up and over her head, still moving along with the music.

The emotional connection I need from her to make that moment truly indelible hasn't occurred yet. "I am prepared," she argues, her voice firm. "I want you, Aiden. I've never felt this way about another man. You're the only one who's gotten this close." A knowing smile curves my lips. "What do you do to other men?" I ask, amusement rumbling in my chest as I press against hers. "Kick them in the shin if they make a move?" She slices me with a cold glare, and I get the answer. Hermione is a master at weaving menacing glares, effective at keeping admirers at bay. I kiss the scowl off her face, and she goes pliant in my arms.

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”