Padfoot Knots Harry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They have been a week late after all. I eat my food and decide to go buy some pads. It’s always good to be prepared after all. I put my hair in a messy ponytail and take my beaded Masai sandals that my best friend Harry got me on one of his travels to Africa. He is a photographer who travels everywhere. I have known him through my adoptive dad. He is his nephew who I love like a brother and treated him as my best friend. Yeah I know. I have a boring and no social life.

I ask moving the racks to some of the clothes in Harry’s size. Harry holds my hand tighter, protesting, “But I only had a little brain freeze, Mommy.” He, in fact, did not have a “little brain freeze”. Not when he held his head and started crying in the middle of the park before giving Freda his ice cream because he didn’t want it anymore. Spotting the Kung Fu Panda T-shirt he's been asking about for weeks hanging on a nearby rack, I move us closer to it. "Hold on one second."

Harry was now sprawled on his back. His arms stretched out crosswise to his sides. His nose was bleeding from the kick he'd received in the face, and he had to cough to get rid of the blood filling his throat. The young redhead let out a pained groan as Alpha Black lifted him by the hair. Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly.

I see how he pants, and I know he is trying to do everything he can to mitigate the anger he feels and that I feel through the mate bond. Frustrated, he growls again and returns to the fence. I turn around and say, “Why does he want to enslave me and not kill me?” “Because you serve him more, being alive. Harry realized that if he kills you, your people will rise... but if he subdues you...” I smile and say, “And what makes Harry think I can submit to anyone?” He opens his eyes wide and says, “There is no one who won’t submit to Harry.”

sneered Harry. “In your dreams!” Immediately after he said that, Yunus received his fourth slap of the day. “Do you think I’m playing around? I’m going all out today, Yunus! In the worst-case scenario, I’ll just perish together with you! I know very well that a b*stard like you won’t let me off easily anyway!” said Harry as he took a knife out. When he saw the look on Harry’s face, Yunus realized just how serious the situation had become. At this point, Harry looked like he was willing to do anything.

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

He turned around to look at the speaker. “I’ve got you this time” said a familiar voice. Kane turned around, “Harry? What are you doing here” “What do you think?” He clapped his hands and a couple of peacekeepers walked out of the tree around the grove and marched in resonance, geared with the formidable railgun, camouflaged attire and black leather boots. Harry moved forward, a mousy looking human moved with him holding up a glass umbrella large enough to cover both their heads. “You are losing your grip. A dead body, a murder weapon and a eyewitness. I expect I’ll get you a lifetime.”

" I met his blue eyes and turned away immediately, now there was no way he was sensing this too. "What?" I shook my head, "No one has really said so much good about my cooking" He giggled, loud enough for me to sense it. "Well guess then, they don't possess taste buds" The door opened in a 'Ding" and we proceeded outside. Before we walked further, he stopped me with an extended arm. 'Let's make sure this awkwardness doesn't get to us. I'm Harry, and I wanna be your friend" The extended arm carried so many details. Those thickening veins, tiny hairs, and folded collar sleeves. I got wet from the thought itself that I looked at his face with sternness and sighed,

“Don’t expect a thank you. We’re far from even in my book.” Harry fans himself with his sailor’s hat, hardly necessary since it’s freezing in the room. “Oh my, I forgot the mouth you have on you, so slanderous, so intoxicating.” Kelly stares at the man pointedly, wagging a finger at him. “Stop that, Alpha Harry. You’re trying to change, remember? Don’t forget what you told me.” Harry visibly dims at her admonishment, dropping his head. “She s-started it.” Kelly’s expression doesn’t change until the Alpha sighs and walks off, muttering under his breath. She turns back to Ariadne.

I tell him as we go downstairs, “I wanted to sleep with you too, but the bed is not big enough. And Damon would’ve done something to you, I’m sure of it. We can’t trust him yet.” As soon as we reach the backyard, Choky runs to pee on the grass. Well, at least this is better than having to walk him down the street of my building. “Good morning,” Harry says out of nowhere a few seconds later, making me jump. I turn to look at him with wide eyes. I know I look a mess and it’s very evident I’m wearing Damon’s clothes, “Feels nice to have you home… even if it’s not, you know, a normal situation.”