Hermione Harry Ao3 Novels & Stories

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?”

I have to keep reminding myself that we’re in a room with others and forcing myself to focus. Hera, on the other hand, wants to figure out how Aolis is making it feel like he’s touching us in our consciousness, so while I try to focus on reading the huge book in front of me, she begins practicing ways to try rubbing herself against Aolis. I know when she finally gets it as he jerks, looking up at me. She begins purring in our shared consciousness, proud of herself and continuing to rub herself on Aolis as if she’s scenting him. He chuckles softly and in our mind he begins stroking Hera’s fur, turning her into a puddle of mush at his attention.

She slowly got up but kept her distance from me. "Green? But that cannot be. That would make her ..oh goddess, no..!" Damon suddenly stood up and wouldn't stop gawking at me. I had no idea what they were talking about; I didn't feel any different. "What? I don't understand?" Gino shook his head, thinking hard. "Harriet, you must have some powerful ancestors; this is rare, almost unheard of. I think you are a hybrid." Gino's mouth was moving as he spoke, but his words were making no sense. Aurora's eyes widened further, her breathing becoming ragged as she backed away, eyes darting around as if searching for some unseen monster. "A hybrid…? A witch? A witch wolf? Oh my god, Harriet—what are y

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.

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.

He smirked and continued "I'm sure you've heard lots of stories about me and now you want nothing more than being with me don't you?" "Listen" he said when she didn't respond "I don't usually have any sexual contact with any of my workers but if you want it so desperately then I guess I can make an exception" Bryce inched his face closer to her and sniffed the tendrils of her blonde hair. It smelt like a mixture of lavender and chamomile. He guessed that it was the smell of her hair shampoo. Hera felt cold chills run all over her body at the slight contact of his face on hers.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

Alex was spread-eagled bare chested across the spinning Earth, which in itself made me dizzy. His skin was purpled with bruises, as he hung like a beaten god over the world. Jeremy whined, clasping his arms around King. Jason’s glossy black hair fell across her brother’s white like she was hugging him, but then I noticed the twisted Hermione’s wand that sparked in her hand, if Hermione had been a Dominatrix (and there was my cousin’s kinky fantasy fulfilled), motherents before she thrust it against Alex’s gut.