Lemon Fanfiction Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Lee says. I carefully sit on the side of the bed and pull down the sheets. "Fuck me. Do you see that, Lee?" I ask. She is only wearing a Hogwarts t-shirt. It's a Slytherin one with Draco Malfoy on it. "She is a big fan of bad boys." Lee laughs. "No! She is mine! She should be a fan of us, not him!" I snap at Lee furiously. "Ok, man. Lee replies, backing off. "I want to touch her. Fuck, look at her panties. They are see-through, black, sheer as fuck." I said, feeling myself getting excited.

She smiled gently at me saying, “thank you, Leo.” Sometimes I just sit and don't speak. Seeing Frey sleeping on her study table. It was really fun. I feel like I always want to spend time with Frey like this. Even though I know something like that won't last long. *** “Leo, did you hear about people being attacked by vampires?” My friend at work named Edwin suddenly said nonsense with a very serious face. “Do you think vampires exist? Bullshit!" I said.

Competing with her mom for her step daddy was fucked up. "Unless you want tips on how to fuck, boy scout, I suggest you leave," Harry's cocky, stoic voice filled the air. Lily's eyes immediately left Johnny's to seek out Harry's. Her body felt like hot lava was being poured over it as Harry's gaze met hers. She felt like she would melt as he came up behind Johnny. Clearly she was endgame. Not a quiver in Harry's voice as he spoke, taking confident, big, quick strides towards her. His eyes were burning with envy and rage.

wrote back Cynthia . "I don't think there is someone with this name in our school at present .Why don't you read it and found out ." wrote back Damon . "No not all .It's her personal diary ." wrote Cynthia . "I suspect you aren't a slytherin right ." wrote Damon with a green snake emoji . Natasha ent an wide eyes emoji . "What " Damon wrote with a laughing emoji . " I never thought you could be a potterhead ." wrote Cynthia . "Forgot? Hogwarts has slytherins too ." wrote Damon .

Did she really think that he wouldn’t hurt her just because she was the only one who can treat Lily? Levy looked at him as if he was speaking Spanish. “ This potion is of course for Lily,” she said as she raised her hand, murmured “ Confundo” and then turned to look at him again as soon as the greenish, frothing potion turned purple. “ And I am making it with your permission of course, didn’t you say that you wanted me to set Lily right as soon as I could? So, I am following your order nothing else.”

She ordered without really thinking, her mind racing. Noah however, was still contemplating, the server patiently blinking at him. "Noah, you're overthinking your ice cream choice," she heard herself saying with an easy laugh. Noah rarely even took ice cream, so the way he was analyzing each made her nearly hysterical. He ordered a rich chocolate fudge and she felt utterly defeated. She should have ordered that instead of whatever the hell this one in her hand was. Curse you Alex! Ruining even ice cream for her. Noah stretched his bowl under her nose. She looked up to scowl at him for rubbing it in her face when he removed the… oh, she ordered Zesty lemon sorbet.

“We need you to drink the medicine to help Lenora wake up.” She swallows hard and slowly smacks her lips. When she stops, she relaxes and her wolf features fade. Lenora looks peaceful with a soft smile that makes me smile. “It’s not a pleasant taste. Very tart, like a bitter lemon.” Delilah shakes her head. “I still haven’t found a way to sweeten it.” “That would explain her reaction. Wolves don’t like lemons, but Leni loves them. Strawberry lemonade is her favorite thing in the whole wide world.” I chuckle and smooth her hair back. “Isn’t it, Sugar?”

He pulled away from the kiss and gave me a weird look. “Is anything the matter?” I asked, looking at him curiously. “Your breath. It tastes so different.” Liam said. I rolled my eyes at him. "Can you please get me my lemonade?” I said with a pout. “I will be right back.” Liam kissed my forehead, then went to get my drink. 'That was close!' I sighed, mumbling to myself. The party was going well and everyone was having fun. I stood in a very quiet corner, looking at Lucy and Bella who were showing off their dance skills.

she managed between shallow breaths, her claws flexing against the ruined plastic liner. Ginny snorted, twisting the cap off a bottle of ginger ale with a violent pop. "Not specifically on *this*." She gestured vaguely at the disaster zone with the bottle. "Just whether you'd figure it out before your next heat or not." The fizzy liquid sloshed dangerously as she thrust it toward Leela's trembling hands. Leela gripped the bottle like it was a holy relic, her claws accidentally scoring deep grooves into the glass. She took a desperate, shaky sip—then immediately spat it back into the trash, gagging as the carbonation burned like acid against her raw throat.