Hermione Rides Harry Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

HARRY'S POV "Why am I not surprised?" My hands were crossed around my chest. "This is a necessary evil Harry!" My father could sense the spite-laced rebellion in my voice. "Necessary evil. Or just a group of people wanting to control every bit of my life." Memories flushed into my head. Throwing me first into some school for strong supernatural bullies and now getting me to marry a girl from that the Tigers Clan. Known for their cruelty and weird traditions Not even caring if I was okay with it. Not even seeking my opinion. Not even realizing that I do not like ladies and could never love her.

I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

"Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!" — Hermione Granger * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy Trying my best not to flush, or worse, blush, I cleared my throat nervously. "Your pen." I pointed at the blue pen laying on the ground between our chairs. "Oh," her eyes followed mine. We both leaned down to grab the pen at the same time, causing our heads to bump.

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

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.

As Arosh battles and attempts to get away from Harry's hug. "Damn it Harry! Release me!" Arosh expressed apprehensively to Harry, as she felt he was intending to follow through with something. All things considered, are you terrified of apparitions or me?' Harry asked while checking her lips out 'Damn Harry! Delivered me or disaster will be imminent” "Or probably what? Then, at that point, Harry turned her on the bed and she was currently lying on the bed and Harry was on top of her. Will you send me to Hell or cover me alive? "Grinning Harry ridiculed her.

Only one thing she messages to him is don't hurt her best friend’s feelings. With a gloomy face yet to find a solution to his problem, Harry returned to the assembled marching members. None of his circle of friends knew of the incident between him and the girl named Debbie, except Ivy. In the eyes of his friends Harry just looks like there is a problem that makes him not focused lately. “It's getting closer and closer, you know, the new year ceremony. We have to practice properly until there are no mistakes!” Eddy is angry because Harry's performance has dropped.

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.

He exclaimed with a dramatic eye roll. Hermione's grip on his arms was unyielding, preventing him from launching an attack on the other person. Despite his burning desire to retaliate, he was powerless due to Hermione's forceful intervention. His face twisted in disgust as he turned on his heel and strode away, Hermione at his side. Hermione whipped around to face us, her eyes shooting daggers piercing our souls. I can feel the weight of her evil intentions bearing down on me. It's as if a dark cloud of hostility hangs over her every move, signaling that something genuinely dreadful is on the horizon. Sensations are coursing through me.

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.