King Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry pretended to be annoyed, shooting us a mock glare and saying, "And you’re all single too! Don’t you dare criticize me!" Harry continued, "One of you is lost in romantic novels, believing in love at first sight." He drew out the words, eyeing me, since I had shared Neil's story with them, painting it with the aura of love at first sight. I shrugged and laughed, "What can I say? That’s just who I am." This earned me a mock groan from Harry, who then pointed at Peter and added, "And the other one only loves hitting the club, always on the hunt for a new conquest. And he has the nerve to criticize me?"

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

Harry whispered to Ace, thinking i could not hear them. "Nope, nothing." Ace replied, staring at me. Deciding to play with him a little, I licked the spoon then my lips which made him clench his jaw and fists. I smiled in victory knowing the effect i had on him. I almost forgot about Zayn and Harry until Harry spoke. "Soo-," he stared at me, "You wouldn't mind if I have a little fun with her right?" He smirked as i gave him a death glare. I was about to say something but Ace beat me to it. "Touch her and i will feed you your fucking dick."

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

I welcome them eagerly, feeling two of his fingers gently preparing me. "Wow... This place is full of my seed," Harry whispers excitedly. "You made love to me all afternoon without stopping. It's pretty obvious it would end up like this," I reply shyly. "I'm not complaining. I like it. I love that you're mine." Harry kisses my lips hungrily while withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his large cock, making me gasp and tremble with anticipation. I forget all the pain I felt before, replaced by the deepest pleasure.

"Please forgive me," Harry pleaded. I crossed my arms, letting out a cold, humorless laugh. "Aren't you afraid that going back on your own curse will bring you bad karma?" I slammed the door in his face, but he refused to leave. "Stop being so petty. I already got rid of Violet. What else do you need me to do? You forgave me every other time. Why not this time? I was just playing around with those women. I never loved any of them. I only love you."

“Just as you predicted, Sir. The potion had a strong effect on Lady Arabella. According to Dr. Tania… she kissed Master Harry. Multiple times.” Mr. Hans raised an eyebrow, a brief smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. “Good. Progress, at last.” “But,” Jimmy added cautiously, “Master Harry appeared… unaffected by Lady Arabella. He was too composed. Too aware.” Mr. Hans took a slow sip of his tea. “They’re both stubborn,” he muttered. “Even after all my preparations, they still act like two magnets turned the wrong way—refusing to connect.” Jimmy hesitated, then lowered his voice. “You’re aware, of course… their marriage is just a contract?”

It sent a rush of warmth through my entire being. His lips were gentle yet demanding. I moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue delve in, tasting and sucking my lower lip like a hungry beast. Desire inside me ignited like a long-lost flame. It’s okay. This is just a dream. As our kiss deepened, I lost myself in the sweet, illicit fantasy, momentarily forgetting the complicated reality between us. “Harper,” he groaned like an injured wolf, biting my lip, and the pain jolted me awake. The pain was real.

Rose unconsciously kept on stepping back while he kept on stepping forward. "I-I-I-It's just I think she can make you happy and you both will be really happy together. She's really a nice girl and ahh." She yelped loudly when her back hit the wall and Harry slammed his free hand on the wall beside her head. "You want your husband to fucking marry another woman. Are you nuts?" He rasped right on her face making her press her head against the wall in anticipation. "I considered that little girl as my sister. I have never in million years looked at her in that way. You have lost your fucking mind!" Harry spit those words right on her face as he leaned impossibly close letting the tip of their n